McJo's Poker League Chronicles

Ah how sad and disappointing to be such a large stack and you can almost smell the money in adam's sweaty little pocket.

You think to yourself,

"I could win, if only I don't fuck this up, after all I am a huge, dominating stack, I just need to wait out all the rest of these fuckers and not make a big mistake, and I will win! I will buy that new CD I have been wanting, maybe go to a movie, take a girl out to dinner, oh what I could do with all that money!"

And then you wake up hours later wearing the stench of defeat and feeling degradation to a depth that you have never felt before (not since high school prom anyway). The light from the ceiling fan is suddenly blinding as you try to close your eyes, but really, you are just holding back the tears of another night of going home and telling your significant other you stayed out late again only to lose at poker and "yes" you re-bought so you lost twice as much . You wake from a glass-eyed stupor to find yourself sitting across from someone whooping and grinning as they rake the cash from Adam's hand and then sheepishly look at you and say... "Good game."

Why do I seem to capture this humiliating moment with such eloquence and clarity? Because I myself, have been on the other end of you fuckers, many, many times before.

BUT NOT LAST NIGHT!

All you big stack fuckers who had it and lost it- just think I came back from a HUGE deficit, at one point I was down to almost 6K. While you losers at one point had over 10 times that amount! HA HA

But as many times as I have felt that bitter taste of defeat in my mouth- AT LEAST I DIDN'T LOSE TO A GIRL!