I played poker
It had been a good three weeks since I played. I didn’t miss that noon HORSE game on Carbon Poker. It is a freeroll as I couldn’t deposit there and the word on the street is getting money back out isn’t happening a whole lot on the remaining sites.
Most of those HORSE ‘payouts’ are tickets instead of cash to hit the ring games. And, I think most of those are for step tournament play — be still my heart. This isn’t the kind of tournament Jesus had available when he turned zip into K’s.
It is also a donkey shoot with 7-minute levels and 1000 starting chips. I did last into the second hour — a record. Cards were so-so and finally had to any two/three/four it. Watching gamblers gamble and then win with outrageous cards and then listening to one of the experts telling them about their failings in life and at poker didn’t really increase the ambiance.
I miss UB. Go ahead. Laugh. It is ok. Why did a $3.30 tournament mean something? It is because I knew I could kill it. Most of the time we’re all card/co-dependent in our poker sessions. Blogs report it regularly. Whether it is here or there or your, we do it in predicable fashion. Heater, cooler, wash, rinse, repeat.
That little tournament on UB was different. I made money way above average and knew it would continue. The game plan was perfect. Not good, mind you, but perfect. That’s happened twice in the years I played. The mix of knowledge held made things happen beyond the mortal plane. It was weak competition but that only mattered should I transition into delusions of grandeur. And that attempt would not happen — given the competition.
What resulted was my enjoyment of the focus I could maintain. Every morning I knew I had two hours plus of play ahead. Seldom was that wrong. And the focus was to win and that was an expectation. Obviously, all that wasn’t guaranteed; but, it was easily available. The goal was to win it and the odds I would were well above the average.
Like I said, that only happened twice — well, twice and a half but halves don’t count. That’s from a dozen years of play. The other one was a $5 NLH rebuy that went away quickly with the UIGEA.
That’s why that HORSE with it stupid structure is a game that I play on a very irregular basis. With the UIGEA’s final kick in the glands, it is like it all never was.
“Some men see things as they are and say why – I dream things that never were and say why not.”
— George Bernard Shaw