I never want to play poker tournaments to earn a living.
I used to think it’d be a dream, but last week I had a reality check when I took a week of vacation to play a full schedule of tournaments at the World Series of Poker Circuit Planet Hollywood stop. In the beginning I was full of excitement and hope, but in the end I was beaten, exhausted, and utterly demoralized.
It’s easy to sweat poker tournaments from afar and watch as players catch hands and build big stacks, but what you don’t see, or at least don’t pay much attention to, are the countless masses that are left spinning their tires until they crash into the rail.