The Worst Winner

I am such a fucking nit, a nd it's ruining poker.  It's not my play at the tables that's the problem though,  my problem is I am a bankroll nit. My desire not to lose money has shackled my ability to win money and destroyed my enjoyment of the game.  It wasn't always this way, back when I started I had more disposable income than I knew what to do with (part of the reason I started playing poker), losing meant nothing but winning big could have meant everything. The first couple of years wins and losses yoyo-ed erratically, but overall the pattern was a fairly consistent downward trend. After a while I got my shit together, started studying, reading books and forums, turned my game around and began climbing back towards the land of profit. At one point, I had a pretty nice win for a few hundred dollars, made all the more significant because it marked my return to the break even point. Only it wasn't.  I hadn't been keeping track of wins and losses, not ...

Strangers in the night exchanging glances, Wondering in the night what were the chances, We'd be taking all the money, before the night was through. The prize-pool was looking so inviting, Something on the cards was so exciting, Something in my heart told me I must raise you. Strangers in the night, Nine lonely people, we were strangers in the night, Then shuffle up and deal, G.T.O. or play by just the feel? A tell was just a glance away, was that really a standard play? and Ever since we played that game together, Friends and rivals, back and forth  we'll play forever, It turned out so right for strangers in the night. A tell was just a glance away, was that really a standard  play? Ever since we played that game together, Friends and rivals, back and forth  we'll play forever , It turned out so right for strangers in the night. Actions-on-you...