When it nears WSOP time like any red-blooded poker player you get the itch. The itch to feel the felt, to riffle chips, to hear the snap of cards. It's not that you have quit playing poker & have now just decided to pick it back up, but rather a desire to be immersed in the action. I find myself playing much more during this time of year, kind of an electronic pacifier to soothe your soul and quite your envy. You'd rather be in vegas getting your gambool on & attempting to luckbox the golden ticket that is a bracelet.
But you can't.
Work is kicking your arse, your life is too hectic to carve out enough time to take a red-eye out & just "be" for a few days. You refresh
Doc's site to let him paint a picture, give you that 3 minute break from reality. The place where the only things that matter are who's got the chiplead, who he just pissed next to & what flash of the seedy underbelly you'll get a peep at.
Don't get me wrong the things that are hectic in my life are all good, family, friends, projects, social events, the things that help define you. So I occasionally turn to digital felt, to keep the boat at even keel. It's why many people do crossword puzzles, read, watch movies, play video games etc. You don't have to worry about a thing for "x" amount of time. It's your mental vacation.
So what happens when your taking a mental vacation, getting in some quality time with me, myself & I? You get kicked in the junk. (Were not talking thrice confirmed junk, just your everyday junk)
Best of all it's fleeting. That sick feeling of getting the world's injustice heaped upon you in the form of a one outer, a runner-runner losing when your a 90% favorite. It's gone..... just as soon as you click the "x" in the top right of the screen. And you settle back, back from your mental vacation. Into the good things, the things that define you, family, friends, projects, social events. Yet they don't seem near as hectic now do they?
save me a seat at the final table
