For the past few weeks I’ve been lax in updating this journal. Mostly it has been because I haven’t been doing much that is interesting. Now that something interesting has happened, I’ve just been too lazy to write about it. I guess it’s that old adage that you have to keep writing, otherwise you stop. Or it’s something like that.
Anyway, yesterday there was a social committee event at our company. This time around we were having a poker match. Texas hold ’em.
I hate gambling. I’m not good at it, and it is usually me just handing over any money I came to gamble with. However, this was just with poker chips. They had an assigned value of $350,000 for every player. But that was just imaginary. There was a prize at the end, but not worth getting worked up over.
Since it wasn’t my money (or anyone’s) I enjoyed the game. The first hand was a big loser because the guy to my left was raising everything, and I, being inexperienced, just went along for the ride. Neither of us won that hand so one guy had a large stack of chips in front of him. Later on I won another big hand, and I think I was in second place at my table.
My moment of triumph was when my two cards were both clubs. The cards that had been put down and shared among the players had three clubs. So I had a straight. I was going to win big this time. I started raising. Unfortunately, the guy to my left did too. If I had been a more experienced gambler I would have had some concern. He had a straight too, and his king beat my ten. After that loss, I just went all in with my next hand, even though I had nothing. I didn’t see me advancing from my pool anyway.
After that, I played a board game with a person whose religion didn’t allow gambling. I had more fun with that.
Even though I lost.