roundcat
Creature of leisure
Silver Level
I know the object of playing poker is to win money, and I know the ultimate goal in a cash game is to take someone's stack. I love winning. It's great.
That said, I felt a pang of guilt tonight playing. It was a 6-max $25 NLHE cash game with one loose player at the table. I stacked him once and he bought back in for $10. Then I stacked him a second time and he bought back in for $4. That's when the guilt pang hit. I just felt like, damn, this guy really wants to win his money back but only has four bucks. He put it all in on the first hand after buying back in like he was desperate to double up, and shortly thereafter left the table with the $4 still intact.
Obviously this is a good scenario for me and for other players at the table. I was very happy to have a winning night tonight after historically sucking at cash games. The guilt took me by surprise, though, and I can only imagine how much worse it would have been if I were playing a live game and some guy was rattling off a sob story about grocery money.
So... am I alone here or do you ever experience twinges of guilt -- or perhaps more accurately sympathy -- at the tables?
That said, I felt a pang of guilt tonight playing. It was a 6-max $25 NLHE cash game with one loose player at the table. I stacked him once and he bought back in for $10. Then I stacked him a second time and he bought back in for $4. That's when the guilt pang hit. I just felt like, damn, this guy really wants to win his money back but only has four bucks. He put it all in on the first hand after buying back in like he was desperate to double up, and shortly thereafter left the table with the $4 still intact.
Obviously this is a good scenario for me and for other players at the table. I was very happy to have a winning night tonight after historically sucking at cash games. The guilt took me by surprise, though, and I can only imagine how much worse it would have been if I were playing a live game and some guy was rattling off a sob story about grocery money.
So... am I alone here or do you ever experience twinges of guilt -- or perhaps more accurately sympathy -- at the tables?