There is something weird about cashing out at the end of the night dead even. That's what happened to me last night. I stood up right before the big blind hit me believing I had 320 in front of me. It felt pretty good to be honest. I took a couple hits early and was down to about 100 for a couple hands. Then I added on a buck fifty so I was in the game for 350. At one point I came back and had about 400, but by the end of the night I had dropped back down to 320. Leaving down 30 bucks felt like a moral victory to me. I had some set backs but I played some poker and managed to make almost all of it back, nice job.
That's until the house counted my chips and told me I had a couple extra chips on top of my hundo stacks and I actually had 350 in front of me. The following conversation took place in my head. "That sucks.....why did I bother coming out tonight. I sat here for hours and now I'm gonna leave with exactly the same amount as I walked in the door with. All I accomplished was making myself tired all day long tomorrow. I should of stayed home and got some sleep."
On the subject of being even unbelievably I'm one buy-in short of being even for the period between last Nov. and now.
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