Running cold.

Played cards tonight. Man, did it suck. I had one of those nights that no matter how many times I make a right move, I end up on the losing end of an out draw. I hate nights like these. These are the nights that make you wonder why you play. I’m not saying I’m quitting poker or anything like that, I just wonder what the draw is to the game. Playing a game where ultimately luck can prevail over the right move, 100% of the time, is hard. It’s hard to have nights like these, then want to look forward to the next game. I’m not talking about just losing here, that’s different. Just losing doesn’t sting. When you just lose, you will always fall back to “I made the wrong move”. Getting outdrawn stings because you made the right decision, and fuck you anyway. That’s the tough part. There is nothing you can do, it was left in fates hands, and fate fucked you over. You know, thinking about it this way, it should actually be easier to take. “I made the right move, got my money in the with best, nothing you can do about a suck out”. It happens. It’s poker. But it’s not easier. I’d rather get caught bluffing at a pot and get busted that way. lol That’s screwed up.

Ehh, shit happens.

Taking a little break from the game anyway at least until after Vegas, and probaby the new year. I’m going to break down the table so it can be moved when my Dad switches everything to the new building, and like I told him, I’m in no hurry to put it back up. And since I’m the only one that hosts games, Idon’t have to worry about the temptation of playing somewhere else.