Tomorrow is Another Day
“What does it take to beat this game? How can I drag myself to write about it when all I want to do is hide? It all started off so well. Bad luck stories always do. I took another $1500 out of Pacific over a few days, all swell, bankroll looking good, I’m feeling good, June just gonna be the month when it all happens. Yesterday it went off the cliff, comfortably my worst day. Two separate $900 downswings, punctuated by a similar upswing. Christ, the nervous and emotional energy that takes, forget what it does to confidence.
Down is bad. Up is just relief - not good, just relief. Then down again, and there’s no way back. And what when it’s all over? What can you do? Scarlett O’Hara the damn thing - tomorrow is another day? Drink and forget? Conversation is all but impossible, sleep a long way away.
Well, today was a new day. A day for study, for plugging leaks, for analysis, for a long overdue check-up and sweat session. So how did I find myself throwing away half my (admittedly small) Interpoker bankroll without even clearing the bonus? You tell me.
Low doesn’t start to describe the way I feel. Can words do me justice? Spent, empty, impotent, crushed, sick, ill, pathetic, useless, bleak, depressed.”
That was three days ago. Since then I’ve won. The game is good, all is good and the bankroll is looking just swell, thanks very much . June is gonna be the month where it all happens.