Losing my Addiction?

A long and arduous one, this poker journey. My addiction has taken me to far flung places I never would have thought of visiting. I've chased home and card room games in Indiana, California and a really scary one with a very large Indian guy (think the Hikawi's in F-Troop) barring the door in Northern Ontario just north of Toronto. I've played in card rooms all over the place, with a personal favorite in Montana at a bar with elk grazing out the back window just south of Big Sky. I've pulled off major highways, blowing off meetings, so I can get to a Wi-Fi Hot Spot in the parking lot of a Best Western or in the lobby of a Marriott under the wary eye of the manager, to play in a satellite or big MTT.

It's a grand social experiment, and like many, as you are investigating the people who play this game, it turns introspective when you realize the really twisted, dysfunctional one may be Y-O-U.

But then, you get final table in a big MTT at the casino and the doubts and misgivings give way to elation and feelings of mastery.

And, of course this is short lived as you get stuck and steamed and old lady TILT hits you upside the head and off you go.