UnTalTales
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Silver Level
A while ago, after meeting all the requirements demanded by the poker room, I had just permanently obtained $ 10 that I had received as a welcome bonus (without any deposit). I was happy because, apart from having become the legal owner of those $ 10, I had doubled them, despite being completely new to the game. So, I had something over $ 20, and they were completely mine, mine, mine.
Until then, I had only played "micro buy-in" tournaments ($ 0.02 - $ 0.20) and decided to invest the huge sum of $ 1 on a tournament for more affluent people, just to celebrate my $ 20. I wanted to get to know that world of successful people who can afford to spend $ 1 on poker games.
I prepared myself for the occasion accordingly. I think, if I remember correctly, that I even took a bath, although it still did not correspond to me.
The issue is that, I looked for a long time the options and I decided to invest in a game of two tables (18 players) that paid the top five. I selected the corresponding row and, when the counter reached 17 players (I have to wait for that moment when there is only one available chair, because of the adrenaline, you know?). I clicked the "REGISTER" button, verified the decision in the pop up and, almost immediately, the table opened. I was happy as a loose wild lion at an ecological rally.
All was well until, after the first hand, from which I retired, I absentmindedly looked at my balance. What the hell! An icy terror ran through every cell of my body, my eyes jumped out of their sockets, my heart stopped and ... well, it seems to me that I tousled a little. Faint, completely confused, I heard my own panting voice coming from from the depths of my own spirit: «Look, there's $ 10 left». He paused, as if searching for the right tone, and sentenced: « You sent yourself a pack of shit!»
Almost without strength, I looked at the window of the game lobby and, damn!, the buy-in was $ 10, not $ 1, which verified that I had made a completely stupid mistake. But...
As the ancients said, "a story is a story". And so it is: the gods always recognize their own people (even the pitiful ones like me), albeit not in public, so they lifted me from the ashes, breathed new life into me and, voila, I finished second and won $ 20.49. Amazing!, unbelievable!, unreal!, extraordinary, like every human being!
That's life, a stupid mistake led me to an unexpected end and to earn enough to buy my first apartment and hire two nuns and two Thai masseurs for a week (I did not find nuns masseurs available).
Moral: never let yourself be overcome by despair when you make a mistake, especially if you have the gods on your side...
Dear friends, I wanted to share with you this humble anecdote, knowing that you have nothing better to do.
With much appreciation.
Until then, I had only played "micro buy-in" tournaments ($ 0.02 - $ 0.20) and decided to invest the huge sum of $ 1 on a tournament for more affluent people, just to celebrate my $ 20. I wanted to get to know that world of successful people who can afford to spend $ 1 on poker games.
I prepared myself for the occasion accordingly. I think, if I remember correctly, that I even took a bath, although it still did not correspond to me.
The issue is that, I looked for a long time the options and I decided to invest in a game of two tables (18 players) that paid the top five. I selected the corresponding row and, when the counter reached 17 players (I have to wait for that moment when there is only one available chair, because of the adrenaline, you know?). I clicked the "REGISTER" button, verified the decision in the pop up and, almost immediately, the table opened. I was happy as a loose wild lion at an ecological rally.
All was well until, after the first hand, from which I retired, I absentmindedly looked at my balance. What the hell! An icy terror ran through every cell of my body, my eyes jumped out of their sockets, my heart stopped and ... well, it seems to me that I tousled a little. Faint, completely confused, I heard my own panting voice coming from from the depths of my own spirit: «Look, there's $ 10 left». He paused, as if searching for the right tone, and sentenced: « You sent yourself a pack of shit!»
Almost without strength, I looked at the window of the game lobby and, damn!, the buy-in was $ 10, not $ 1, which verified that I had made a completely stupid mistake. But...
As the ancients said, "a story is a story". And so it is: the gods always recognize their own people (even the pitiful ones like me), albeit not in public, so they lifted me from the ashes, breathed new life into me and, voila, I finished second and won $ 20.49. Amazing!, unbelievable!, unreal!, extraordinary, like every human being!
That's life, a stupid mistake led me to an unexpected end and to earn enough to buy my first apartment and hire two nuns and two Thai masseurs for a week (I did not find nuns masseurs available).
Moral: never let yourself be overcome by despair when you make a mistake, especially if you have the gods on your side...
Dear friends, I wanted to share with you this humble anecdote, knowing that you have nothing better to do.
With much appreciation.
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