Out for a While
I can't remember the last time that I was so angry, ever. Actually, I can. It was the first time I tore the muscles in my ankle, and someone thought that it would be a good time to laugh.
So if I offend anyone, I sorta apologize.
[begin rant]
I'm out of poker. Why? Because when I started playing, it was fun. I rememer it being legitimately fun. There was a time when I was playing so often that when I looked at the average player, I looked through them instead. I was good at it, far better than pretty much everyone I knew. Best of all, I was pretty much tilt free. The cards were the cards, and nothing that anyone said to me, could crack my armor. I would just smile inside, knowing full well that I would take them for as much as I could when the time came.
But then something changed. Poker stopped being fun. I'm not sure why exactly, but the WSOP wasn't on my daily watch list, and I was never seeing the same people on the WSOP. Mostly because I wasn't really watching anymore. But where I used to go to Winstar, Choctaw, or Vegas, I used to not see people. I saw marks, puzzles to crack and I had no problem destroying them. Now all I saw was that asshole at Choctaw who would lose a grand and then talk shit when he won $200 bucks. I didn't see the table chatter as information anymore, I just saw people who were assholes. Really. I guess that was when I started getting tired.
And it just kept coming, and keeps coming every time that I go to play cards now. People basing each others inteligence off of the balance of their starting cards. While this can still be fun with the people I like (which is the majority of the Westonites), for the most part, I realized that most of these people were [u:936360d89c]not[/u:936360d89c] the idiot donkeys that I marked them as. They were just people who liked to gamble. And then there was the other groups.
I've seen most of them as you all have. Cocky motherfuckers, doctors, rich MILFs, and the spaces in between. People who laid their dicks on the table in the form of cash, proving once again that they were really as uninteresting as I really thought they always were. Then it became boring.
So I am tired of it. I am tired of all the myriad groups out there who don't go to have a good time anymore, they go to prove something. It doesn't matter than in a normal game if they played with any symblance of skill, the game would sharply turn in my favor. All that mattered in the end was that they proved that if they called enough, and there were enough of them, that I would eventually lose. And this is the case in the current state of poker. And at this point, it just started getting on my nerves.
Maybe I missed something along the way, but lately that is all I see in poker. Many people on this board have a lofty dream of making untold amounts of money at the felt, but the pros are starting online casinos and writing books. They are not even playing cards anymore.
So it really luminated tonight. I guess I just didn't drink enough, because when I left I was an asshole to Joe, and while it wasn't actually directed at him or anyone else, I was just ready to go home. I didn't want to look at the cards anymore. I would guess I was on tilt of the highest order, but after hearing that guy laugh in my fucking ear for the umpteenth time and just play like an maniac, rivering the whole way (and no he did't river me, I was just done and ready to get the hell out of there), I couldn't take it anymore. So Joe, I apologize, you were a great host and I was a poor guest.
It's just a fucking beatdown I guess. I am done for a while. It's time to drop down and play socially and nothing more. Oh well, I guess I am the only one who should really be dissapointed anyway.
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