Its been awhile, and that while has been a deep hole of frustration. The poker gods – holy and benevolent bastards that they are – have tortured my once dogmatic soul and have forced me to reach down for true belief in their actions. I used to have faith in season 3 of Lion Poker; faith that I could finally reach the pinnacle of the entire season and play in the Champions Game. I once had a string of three weeks where I won and took 2nd twice. Since November I’ve taken a total of 4 points and 1 hit.
Faith failing. UGH!
I have 9 matches to break this funk and reverse this curse. Match 20 was a very good case-in-point. I started safe and solid. I played good hands, folded good hands, and moved in and out accordingly. I knocked out a player early and was set-up very well with over $400 chips. I continued to play good hands and make calls when they were the correct plays. BUT…..the gods (bastards) reduced me to nothing. When I made good calls I got unlucky. I made strong bets with the goods, and was called by a player with nothing — yet they won the hand in the end. I’m just not catching the cards when I need them; I’m a Poker-Funk All*Star!
I played well in Match 20. I really liked my game; my form. It was the first time in a very long time that I played solid poker. Did anyone notice? Do I care? I had to feel better, and in a way I felt relieved. I felt good for getting a ‘hit’, and felt good for making strong plays. Maybe I will use this match to reach deep down and move forward on my own accord, without the help of those demonic beasts that sit over the table.
