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Aug 05, 2005 01:16

There's something - dare I say it? - addicting about casinos. The smoke filled ambience. The players with shady faces, hats tilted low. The robust and genial players, chatting up a storm. I walked up to table #1 with 100 chips in front of me, looking to wage war against eight other players. The ups and downs. I saw one player go on a major rush, leaving with more than $400. It was pretty much all luck. I saw my chips slowly bleed away as the night went on.

After playing with the same group for a good amount of time, I slowly came to the realization that I was outclassed. But who knows. Perhaps it was the bad cards as well. I saw a bunch of Broadways, but no premium hands. My mistakes were mostly preflop. I played tight, I thought. But I still completed the small blind or called a raise from the big blind a little too much. I didn't realize what a leak that was until after the session. I played too many unsuited Broadways, but I could get away from most of those post-flop. What I didn't get were any premium hands, like QQ-AA. Anyway, as bad as the cards can run, it's hard to blame it all on them. Something else was at play. It was a great experience, though. I had fun and learned four hours worth of LHE. I'm not going back again during the summer, though. Not until I have a proper job (bankroll), which I imagine will be a while. It's all home games for me from now on. I know when (and how) to walk away. The time to fight back isn't now.
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