I played cards Saturday night, until sometime Sunday morning. I think I rolled in around 6:15am. Long night. Fun though.

[sarcasm] Something odd happened, someone screwed up during one of the games, and I ended up getting screwed in the process[/sarcasm]

I think I’m a glutton for punishment, because every time someone screws up, I end up getting screwed over by it. Yet I’m still the one that continues to put these things together. Go figure.

What if I stopped calling everyone? What if I wasn’t the go between for all the fellas? What if I put away my chips, my table and my time? What if I didn’t set up games at the shop anymore? What if I didn’t update the leaderboard anymore, or host the results for that matter? Would anyone else? I’m all-in that MPT would die.

I got a call from someone last week and was asked “Are we going to play Friday night, or are we just not doing that anymore?” I had already talked to Fish about having a game during the weekend, so we did. But let me tell you, after getting asked that question, with the attitude I got when it was asked, I was this close to telling this guy off, and hanging up the phone. Let’s just say that he was just removed from my “to call” list for poker games. A list, mind you, that has almost shrunk into oblivion.

Monthly games are the way to go. We’ll play the monthly, $50.00 buy in games, and that will be enough. If it’s not, and the people used to me putting on several games during the month get pissy about not playing, then they can go play a rousing game of hide and go fuck themselves. Because the last thing I’m going to let continue, is this belief that I am somehow a lazy asses social director.

It’s not like I want a cookie for doing what I do. But this is what happens when you expect something, instead of appreciating it? You ruin it for everyone.