I had fun playing poker tonight. I played well. I made some mistakes, as I always do, but I really feel good about how I played. I won less than $100, so nothing great, but whatever.
That said, let me explain the biggest frustration us "good" players have. Being on a table for hours on end with a neverending train of J3o while the dumbasses and drunks pay off the other donks for hundreds of dollars. We know that if we ever hit a hand, we can stand up and do a happy dance while pushing our chips in, but that hand never comes. Every table, almost without exception, has horrible players making horrible plays and you can't take advantage. I'll probably have a new number one frustration tomorrow, but it seems like this is the story of the summer.
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