I am such a loser.
Have you ever said that, or something close to that, after a particularly bad session or a prolonged period of run-bad?
Confession: I spent a long weekend in Vegas, sort of a post-wedding celebration with a friend who’d recently married. I live in California, within a mile of a 25-table card room and within an hour of perhaps eight other card rooms, so while going to Vegas is special, it’s not as if the trip represents my one chance all year to play some live poker.
Still, Vegas is magnificently fun, and a trip there always comes with a terrific sense of anticipation.