Poker hurts

 

Oh man, this game can rip your heart out. Just busted just before the end of the day in Prague, after I got my 28k in for a 57k pot with 66 on a 876 flop, against 97. Of course I couldn’t hit the miracle runner-runner non five or ten.

This one hurts more than any other I think, as I feel I didn’t put a foot wrong today. I busted Peter Eastgate early on, and played some decent stuff to chip up, just can’t get a damn hand to hold in a big comp.

I’ll write more tomorrow, feel almost sick with disappointment at the moment.

Evening update:

Feeling a little better now; I always have that few moments of real disappointment, and then you easily get it in perspective, realise it’s about the least important thing in life, and get over it.

 It’s interesting in a way. Being able to play so much poker is a real blessing and something that is so enjoyable. If I had to give it up, however, I would not miss those few mintues after busting from a tournament; a disappointment so intense that you don’t know what to do with yourself.

This game is a beautiful one, but it definitely comes with a warning. Apart from the financial risks (which everyone I know measures very well), you really are offering your emotions for slaughter. Tournament poker will get your heart racing and then rip it out, and it’s a situation that’s well worth preparing yourself for before putting your emotions on the line.

I’ll write more about the hands tomorrow, lots of interesting ones!