Let me tell ya....I hate losing...

It has become painfully obvious to me that I hate losing. Now if I went out and played some game I am no good at or never played before, like tennis or bridge or something then I can take the loss perfectly fine. However if its a game I KNOW I can play or am, in my modest opinion, good at then it eats at me. This is what happened last night, and through the bright morning sunshine and beautiful day that I woke up to hasn't made it any better.

I like poker, Texas hold'em(like the rest of the world it seems)is the new game of choice and in all modesty I have gotten good at it, and since hurting my back awhile ago it has taken the place of my other love of golf. Now I watch poker, read about it, play online and have two groups of people that I can play with on a fairly regular basis. I find the game fasicnating and challenging. I don't however lose that often..in all the poker I have played since playing 5 card stud in the school library at lunch in high school very rarely have I not broken even. Last night was the exception to the rule.

I played with the group of guys from work and brought the Hetero Life mate along as well. The first game went well and I can't get mad about that loss. I went all in on a flush with a Queen high, Ace was already on the board so the only card that could have beaten me was the king of hearts. I go all in, get called and out of the whole deck the guy had the one card that could beat me...fucker. I got beat by math. But I took comfort in the fact that I played the hand right and really lady luck was just being a bitch(a dirty, slutty, bitch but a bitch non-the less).

But in the second game Lady luck was using me as her chew toy. I ended up in the final two which was supposed to mean I get my buy in back($10) but no the rules changed I guess when I went to the bathroom. I couldn't buy a hand after that I would keep losing by 1 card. If I had a queen kicker then the guy I was playing against would have the king. It was the most frustrating session of cards I have ever been apart of. And the guy I was playing against is the one guy I didn't want to lose to...The Emperor of Port Alberni...likes to think of himself as a card player but he's just fucking lucky(and because I work with him I am NEVER going to hear the end of this...) Am I bitter?...maybe..A sore Loser?..There are other reasons that I won't get into here but maybe I am a sore loser. I feel like Lady Luck was getting back at me. She didn't just get back at me she used me as her plaything, a punching bag, if lady Luck was a guy then my name would be Ennis....