At Fourth Street
Mood: Somewhat disappointed
Music: Still echoes
Yesterday, I entered the Savarin Poker Tournament. And it proved, to be a very interesting and slightly disappointing experience.
Ever since I got my tournament invite, I've been psyching myself out for the competition. Practicing online, refining my analyses of flops and regulating my aggression. I treated it like my stepping-stone to the ultimate poker stage: The World Poker Tour.
I was doing pretty well and I was able to make it at the final table. But my bid ended when I went All-in with Ace-King suited in Clubs. The chip leader called my bet and he had a Jack-Deuce off-suit. I was clearly at the advantage until the flop came; a flop that ended up with him getting triple deuces.
I ended up in Fourth Place. The top-most spot with no prize. I was very disappointed. I'm just one place short of Third, which had a guaranteed prize.
It just goes to show that no matter how hard I try, no matter how well I played, fate still has the final say if I get what I want. Too bad Fate's not that generous to me.
As much as I don't want to sound like an ingrate, I'd have to say I deserved to win. My play was perfect. I had no unnecessary raises, no bad folds and I knew what I needed to do every step of the way. Another thing that made me think that I deserved to win is that, out of the 59 players in the tournament, only I and my friend (the one who got Third place) did not re-buy* throughout the duration of the tourney.
That fact in itself says something. It says that I (along with my friend) am good. It may sound very arrogant but I am. I've been working hard, always making sure that my play is perfect.
And I lost just because someone had more money to spend than I.
This made me compare and contrast my life with that Poker game. Much like my life, even if I worked hard to perfectly execute a plan that'll help me reach my goal, I will always fall short because of something that I couldn't control. Always.
If I were to quantitatively identify the components of life, I'd have to say that life is 40% Luck, 30% Guts and 30% Skill with a passing quota of 70%. So I guess it's just too bad that all I got is 60% because I don't believe in Luck.
Luck is a concept that I keep on denying, but it just really is there. But I guess, even after this, I'm still stubborn enough to say that I will prove that all I needed was 60%.
*if a player gets knocked-out in the early rounds of a poker tournament, he or she has the option to pay the house a certain amount so that he or she could gain more chips. Sort of like a bribe to play again, in my humble opinion. Each player usually is limited to just one re-buy but I don't use it out of principle.
Music: Still echoes
Yesterday, I entered the Savarin Poker Tournament. And it proved, to be a very interesting and slightly disappointing experience.
Ever since I got my tournament invite, I've been psyching myself out for the competition. Practicing online, refining my analyses of flops and regulating my aggression. I treated it like my stepping-stone to the ultimate poker stage: The World Poker Tour.
I was doing pretty well and I was able to make it at the final table. But my bid ended when I went All-in with Ace-King suited in Clubs. The chip leader called my bet and he had a Jack-Deuce off-suit. I was clearly at the advantage until the flop came; a flop that ended up with him getting triple deuces.
I ended up in Fourth Place. The top-most spot with no prize. I was very disappointed. I'm just one place short of Third, which had a guaranteed prize.
It just goes to show that no matter how hard I try, no matter how well I played, fate still has the final say if I get what I want. Too bad Fate's not that generous to me.
As much as I don't want to sound like an ingrate, I'd have to say I deserved to win. My play was perfect. I had no unnecessary raises, no bad folds and I knew what I needed to do every step of the way. Another thing that made me think that I deserved to win is that, out of the 59 players in the tournament, only I and my friend (the one who got Third place) did not re-buy* throughout the duration of the tourney.
That fact in itself says something. It says that I (along with my friend) am good. It may sound very arrogant but I am. I've been working hard, always making sure that my play is perfect.
And I lost just because someone had more money to spend than I.
This made me compare and contrast my life with that Poker game. Much like my life, even if I worked hard to perfectly execute a plan that'll help me reach my goal, I will always fall short because of something that I couldn't control. Always.
If I were to quantitatively identify the components of life, I'd have to say that life is 40% Luck, 30% Guts and 30% Skill with a passing quota of 70%. So I guess it's just too bad that all I got is 60% because I don't believe in Luck.
Luck is a concept that I keep on denying, but it just really is there. But I guess, even after this, I'm still stubborn enough to say that I will prove that all I needed was 60%.
*if a player gets knocked-out in the early rounds of a poker tournament, he or she has the option to pay the house a certain amount so that he or she could gain more chips. Sort of like a bribe to play again, in my humble opinion. Each player usually is limited to just one re-buy but I don't use it out of principle.
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