Where Do We Go From Here?

Ever have a night at the tables when you just want to puke, given how badly you played? Tonight was one of those nights for me. Two hands played so poorly that I just wanted to retch after I left the club. I was $125 for the session before the hands happened, so the net hit to me for the night was only $100 in the hole, but god did I stink it up. Maybe the sting of these nights is necessary to keep the ego in check. Doesn't make them any easier to swallow though.

Meanwhile, I'm at a bit of a crossroads here. My poker playing has gone waaaaaaay down as other things have picked up my time. I'm tired of writing about my own experiences because, frankly, I'm tired of reading about other people's experiences. Analysis is good, but these days I need something more than just "we were at the home game / club / casino, here's how the hands went down". I read HDouble and DoubleAs all the time, because they really are two thinkers, but I'm not playing nearly enough to be writing my own thoughts like that. The niche that I've carved out -- the NYC scene -- is flagging also. Tonight was my first appearance at any club in over a month. I haven't had my ear to the NYC scene because half the time I haven't even been in NYC.

Until I figure it out, I think this space is going to languish.