A few weeks ago I felt I could do no wrong playing poker. Now I feel I can do no right!
Poker is amazingly fickle. Skill controls some, luck controls more. And, like a baseball player in a slump, it’s possible to slip into bad habits.
With my recent run of bad luck and skill, I thought I’d write tonight while I’m playing in a tournament. There is a rule of thumb for me: The earlier I have to be up in the morning, the later I am held in the tournament. In this case the tournament has been going a little over four hours.
My investment was small, only $9. Originally there were 666 players. Now we’re down to 44. Of those, 31 will be paid $215 and the 32nd will get $70.
Numbers 33 through 44 will get nothing. At the moment I am 33rd.
In fact, as I am typing, I have just pushed all my chips to the center with an Ace/King.
Everyone folded. Now I’m 28th.
If I end up in the top-31, I will feel good and write about it later. If I’m out before then, I will curse loudly.
Back to 32nd of 42. I hate this part.
Now 36th of 41. It’s only $9. Why am I sweating?