I played in my first poker tournament in so many days last night and was not interested in it.
Maybe it was exhaustion that didn't put me in the right frame of mind for it. Either way I was not bothered in how I played.
I was down to my last two hundred chips and was ready to throw in the towel when I won two consecutive hands and it brought me back into the game.
A game I couldn't care less to be playing in.
I crashed out a number of hands later and couldn't have been happier. I was able to relax for the rest of the evening.
Is this the end of my passion for poker?
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