Crushed

I wrote a long-winded post this morning about my inexplicable poker play last night. I wanted answers. I wanted catharsis. I pretty much failed. I did, however, throw up in my mouth a couple times.

I thought I'd post it anyway, as a cautionary tale. It then occurred to me, correctly, that nobody reading it could possibly be as stupid as I. You all know where the "fold" button is, right?

I'm embarassed, but not so embarassed as to hide the affair. Moreso, I'm sickened and can't yet shake the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Not that I don't fully deserve it.

I came to a nebulous conclusion that I'd just momentarily lost my mind. That I was over-confident, bursting with hubris and acted without thought. Bad fucking combination.

You can't relax for an instant. You can't let your concentration wander, because one mistake--ONE--can ruin four hours of hard work.

I was playing the $3 Re-Buy qualifier to Stars' Sunday $500K Guaranteed tourney. I was second in chips with 36 remaining. Twenty-two seats given away.

I finished 32nd.

It's every bit as bad as it sounds.

I hope I learned a lesson. We'll see.