The Build Up

The anticipation builds as an opportunity to enter a tournament arises. Like going off to battle you clear out your bowls, clean and dress to impress, in whatever way one looks to impress their opponents, (and maybe take some breath mints in consideration of the others at the table). You sit down at the table. The tension is palatable. You set to work and soon you hit a rhythm. Everything calms. Even if it doesn’t feel like your night, you play smart. Fortunes shift without warning. Stacks are made and lost.

It is on those nights when nothing comes easy that I find the most rewarding. You get the win and feel like no one in the world can beat you.

Under the conclusion that when I consistently play in tournaments of three tables or more I stay well into the black, I set out this Winter (It is still autumn but you know what I mean) to pursue poker glory. I had some winnings left from this summer, the few tournaments I played, so with that I set off for the casino.

I came out short on my first outing. I split the pool even Steven with one other on my second, for my largest winnings ever. I regret not going for it all, now in hindsight. Our stacks were about even. Chip leader would have change with every hand until one of us trapped the other. I chopped mostly because I thought it was much later in the evening than it actually was.

With plenty of seed money to test my skills I am hoping to get out to a tournament more than once a week. The more I win the greater the frequency of my outings will grow. If I am sitting at a table on the final day of the Mid-States Poker Tournament at The Potawatomi Casino this January, with plenty of seed money for the rest of the Winter I will be very satisfied. I am debating whether to try to win a seat through a satellite, or to just buy in on day one.

Losing bothers me more than it should. I need to play more, lose more but win more than I lose in the long term. This is the comfort level I need to achieve to get the most enjoyment out of the game. If I were in a financially stronger position I wouldn’t fret even if I were to, though I highly doubt I would, drop into the red slightly.

Waiting for a table the other day I read the poker magazine the casino has available. The most substantive article was written by a gentleman who preferred low stakes games. You will always find an article in these publications which encourages people to be satisfied with low stakes games, particularly if you lack the resources or ability (or even not) to compete at a higher level. He was a serious player and has even wrote a book or two on the subject. The writer of the article went on to become a priest and still seems to play poker as a hobby.

The poker world clearly tries to promote responsible play, as I hope I do with this blog.

Again… I am well in the black and, since I am currently under-employed, this Winter is the time to put my skills to the test. I am fairly confident in tournament play. There is one monkey on my back, that had swallowed much of my Summer winnings, that I would like to shake off. More about that later.

I hosted no bar-B-Q this past Summer with my poker winnings, as I hoped to do. I just did not get out enough. I do have many things going on in my life and even my goal of playing once a week over the Winter will take some determination to accomplish.