The lies we tell to appease our demon In order to feel like we’re even Steven
A few days ago, I decided to play a live tournament at my local casino and placed fifth in a field of about 30. After kicking in $20 for the bubble, I was left with $240. It was a $90 buy-in, so I could at least play the following day with my winnings, which I did. The next day I lasted until past the late buy-in but not in the money, so I decided to play live again yesterday when, once again, I got kicked to the curb. On the way out the door, I took my last $60 at the blackjack table hoping to win another buy-in.
How did I do? I’m here, aren’t I?
I kick off my day winning the $1 Freebie Free-roll and add it to my bankroll … well online bankroll to be fair seeing as I just burned ninety bucks, but no sweat, I had ninety bucks worth of fun. I won the freebie, and that gave me two fifty which I rolled over into a 2$T which I shit the bed on. Still up half a buck … online.
Back to “class”.
The 2.50 mini-big game is at L8 and I decide to jump in. I’m just below mid-field with about 30BB. I get dealt 44 and foolishly call a third of my stack. The board shows a pair and I shove, losing my stack to bullets. I’m not feeling it, take a hint and log off to do homework.
That’s what I get for being late for class.