Getting Better. Even if it means reading a book.
Win big tonight, Honey!
Those words are the kiss of death to me. I don’t think I’ve ever heard them and actually won.
The part that sucks the most is my wife is so earnest when she says them. She’s actually rooting for me. She wants me to win. Yet, that’s all it takes for me to know I’m fucked before I even start. I should just take my money and go to a strip club.
“Uh, Honey, you know those those nice, encouraging words you gave me before I went out? Well, they fucked up my head. As soon as I heard them, I knew I would lose at poker so I went to Crazy Girls and spent $300 to have this Latina spinner dry hump my leg.”
That’s at least logical. It doesn’t say much for me as a husband, but it makes sense. However, I don’t do that. I go and play. When I walk in the the casino, the valet might as well yell “Dead man walkin’.” Now it’s just a matter of putting in the time and money to make this self-fulfilling prophecy come true.
I tell myself I’m not even superstitious. But obviously I am. Okay, I admit, I don’t like playing poker on Friday the 13th either. What’s that about? I’m a serious poker player. I don’t believe in luck. I roll my eyes when I even hear someone complain about it. But if I hear the three words “Win big tonight!” I mentally throw in the towel. Same thing when I see that dealer who killed me when I had quads.
Okay, so I’m superstitious. I can accept that. The thing that makes me crazy is that I don’t adjust my game. If I have someone really loose on my right I adjust. Someone really tight on my left, I change my attack. So from now on I’m going to adjust my game when I hear those words “Win big Honey!”. I’m not playing.
I’m probably not going to the strip club either, but I always wondered what a $300 ice cream sundae looks like.
I guess sometimes I play poker to know sometimes I shouldn’t.
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