Rattled
Here's how off kilter I was:
1. Sitting at the table with Mr. WPY, I was so distracted by my internal state that I misread the board, mucked my hand, and thereby shipped a giant pot to an opponent who did NOT have the flush to beat my two pair.
2. I then went on tilt and misplayed the following dozen hands.
3. In a funk and aggravated with myself for both my original mistake and the subsequent tilt, I failed to respond appropriately to distinctly friendly overtures from Mr. WPY.
Just paint the big "L" on my forehead, already. Gah!
Labels: poker, social life
1 Comments:
Oh dear. Hugs, you. Remember when we used to think we'd achieve an age at which we'd no longer be ridiculous?
Glad we've got that put behind us, anyway :-)
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