The first day of the rest of my life
Into exile I must go.
No joker, no jack, no king/can take this loser hand/and make it win
I lost the InterCasino bonus. Only 283 $3 hands to go. I took a nap yesterday morning and when I woke up, it was gone. When I was playing it, I didn't want it to end.
Like Mark has mentioned in his recent post, I've found plenty of extra time on my hands. Maybe things will change for the better. Online poker just feels like it's over, though.
I have a chance to go to Tunica at the end of this weekend or I can hang out with Kelley. I'm kind of up in the air about playing. If I go, I'll no longer be the full-time player that I was, I'll have lost my active-duty status. I'll be a reserve. A tourist. Just like everybody else.
Once my bankroll crosses the electronic Rubicon, the former USS Neteller troops will become citizens again. Maybe they'll settle down and make pennies and multiply.
I guess my world will be more social again. Maybe I'll seek out Emory-style games. Maybe I'll just walk away, like I said I once could.
It's funny to be involved in something so trendy that the instant you turn the page you think, "Gee, online poker was so 00's." Like old Miami Vice shows. Like bellbottoms. Like 7-Card Stud.
Lee Jones once said Poker Stars has speeded up time by allowing players to see many more hands than they could at a single brick-and-mortar table. I think we got to the end of the online poker world way too quickly.