Ever enjoyable is the daily 500 buy i play money draw tourney. Not because I have a chance to win, but because I have a chance to watch the stupidity around me, wash myself in the stik of my inevitable failure and question my skill.
Please note the sarcasm.
In a competitive game - chess, bakgammon, fucking cheatin' Microsoft hearts, spades, Monopoly, Mexican dice drinking games, heads up hold'em versus a drunken patsy in a Jersey hotel room - a winner requires at least one loser. Nobody lies losing, especially on something that they have a talent for. I would love to be a ninja. Or the second baseman for the Toronto Blue Jays. But my knees are fucked, my right hip is scrtewed from my package slinging time at the delivery service job and my giggolo days servicing hot Asian chicks is, err...never existed.
But for now, the brain is stil working.
The daily play money draw can be desribed in a simpe three words. Bull Sh It.
I'm supposed to believe that real humans get all hot and bothered about regging for tis. The non random cards and idiot play are perfect for a poker investigator with talent not trusting a win might be there. Playing expecting to lose is very relaxing. Anything you might gain is a happy bonus. And you make yourself bad beat immune.
When the tables got down to less than 300 I called it a night because the dog and Jarah need some love. Based on the show of short stacks folding and sitting out I expect to finish in the money at the low end. Don't care if I do or don't. Being a real human, my dog's comfort is a helluva lot more important.
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