The Point of Gambling: You Hate to lose Part 2
As imagined by my last post I was pretty stoked on my luck. I mean I basically doubled up on my money and was eager to go to the casino on the weekend. We went out, me a bit more confident and of course I had to wait for a table to open up. Soon enough it did, but unlike the night before, I wasn't so lucky.
I'm normally not a superstitious person, but gambling does seem to have a tendacy to bring that luck mojo belief that everyone has hidden away in the back of the mind. I tried to sit in a similar place on the table, and started out with $80. As the blinds buried me down and down, and crap hand after crap hand appeared, I was down to $30 and becoming frustrated wondering where my luck went to. I won a big hand with triple 3s I think, but then a nice thing happened to me. I basically won back my money, having about $75 total and a sudden feeling of relief washed over me.
It seems that in that feeling I learned that you shouldn't really put too much emotion into gambling or take it too seriously since it is another form of entertainment. And strangely enough I felt that way. I felt that regardless if I actually lost all that $80 right then and there, at least I had a win to have made the night worthwhile to play. But after that I think I was downgraded down to around $20 - $30. I think around that time the pit bosses split the table up and closed it down because there were too few people at the table or they wanted to start a new one so they asked for some people to "migrate" to another one...however since there were so few people who migrated they just shut down the table.
Feeling slightly down I took my meager money and went to the roulette table. Now me personally I love roulette. The main thing came from playing it online a bit, and seeing that if you bet right, you could win a lot from it. However being my first time, I actaully did the typical noob thing to just bet on black or red. I hit the right mark for about 4 time straight and lo and behold I get fucked by the time...it's 2:00am and the floor for gambling is over. The poker room stays open for 24/7, but the rest of the casino games close at 2:00am. fuck jsut when I wanted to have some fun.
I wander the casino seeing if my brother is ready to leave, but apparently he's not. Instead what I do stupidly enough is take my money, plop down another 60 in chips and play another game. I don't do so well, considering that in 3/6 games and it's later in the night I'm now playing with some more seasoned people. Moreso the problem in 3/6 limit games is that there are always people who tend to chase the river card (end card). And there's always a lot of bullsht of that.
Well I lose my money to a straight that was higher than mine. I had the ass end of the straight (the lower numbered) whereas the guy got the higher number. He congratulated me, saying good hand and good game, and I leave being a bit unhappy afterall. I guess the feeling I explained earlier doesn't last when you want to win money back.
I'm normally not a superstitious person, but gambling does seem to have a tendacy to bring that luck mojo belief that everyone has hidden away in the back of the mind. I tried to sit in a similar place on the table, and started out with $80. As the blinds buried me down and down, and crap hand after crap hand appeared, I was down to $30 and becoming frustrated wondering where my luck went to. I won a big hand with triple 3s I think, but then a nice thing happened to me. I basically won back my money, having about $75 total and a sudden feeling of relief washed over me.
It seems that in that feeling I learned that you shouldn't really put too much emotion into gambling or take it too seriously since it is another form of entertainment. And strangely enough I felt that way. I felt that regardless if I actually lost all that $80 right then and there, at least I had a win to have made the night worthwhile to play. But after that I think I was downgraded down to around $20 - $30. I think around that time the pit bosses split the table up and closed it down because there were too few people at the table or they wanted to start a new one so they asked for some people to "migrate" to another one...however since there were so few people who migrated they just shut down the table.
Feeling slightly down I took my meager money and went to the roulette table. Now me personally I love roulette. The main thing came from playing it online a bit, and seeing that if you bet right, you could win a lot from it. However being my first time, I actaully did the typical noob thing to just bet on black or red. I hit the right mark for about 4 time straight and lo and behold I get fucked by the time...it's 2:00am and the floor for gambling is over. The poker room stays open for 24/7, but the rest of the casino games close at 2:00am. fuck jsut when I wanted to have some fun.
I wander the casino seeing if my brother is ready to leave, but apparently he's not. Instead what I do stupidly enough is take my money, plop down another 60 in chips and play another game. I don't do so well, considering that in 3/6 games and it's later in the night I'm now playing with some more seasoned people. Moreso the problem in 3/6 limit games is that there are always people who tend to chase the river card (end card). And there's always a lot of bullsht of that.
Well I lose my money to a straight that was higher than mine. I had the ass end of the straight (the lower numbered) whereas the guy got the higher number. He congratulated me, saying good hand and good game, and I leave being a bit unhappy afterall. I guess the feeling I explained earlier doesn't last when you want to win money back.
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