I'd like to apologize to my friend Dave.
For at least a month now (truthfully much longer) I've been emailing him my bad beats. I want to show him how unfair poker has been to me. Even though I know bad beats happen all the time.
20% wins way too often. 10% occurs. When poker players go to the doctor and are told they have a 5% chance of dying from an operation, they make plans for the funeral.
Heck even 1% happens.
Honestly at this point the only hand worth forwarding to another person is when 0% happens. That's still noteworthy. But runner runner quads taking out flopped quads? Been there. Done that.
I wrote about running bad around a month ago. At that point it had already been going on for a little too long. What can I say? I've been stuck in the mud. But my internal need to show others that it's happening is way too human. And more importantly not beneficial.
Simply put, I gotta stop whining and get back to being the emotional rock that we all know and love. The only thing worse than how I've been running is my having to listen to myself talk about it. And being Dave.
So tonight when my pocket kings go down to king queen off I'm not going to copy and paste the hand.
Well maybe, I might.
But I promise I won't email it to anyone.
3 comments:
My mommy always told me when I would be talking to my friends about my bad beats on the phone that I would just attract more bad beats. But, my mom is 54 year old lovely hippie.
you seem to have left out the part where i emailed you almost the same amount of bad beats?
Well, the good thing is that eventually, you'll be putting on those bad beats to other players.
It happens.
As for you and Dave, well, this is like gossip girl for poker.
Stop it already and man up!!!
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