Nothing feels better than back to back winning days. For an MTT player they don't happen all the time, so you might as well dance around naked when they do. Yesterday I shipped the $109 on lock in what seemed like an easy cruise through the field. I hit my 2 outs in a standard spot, but other than that I didn't really have to run good. I'm pretty happy with poker at the moment, although the inevitable downswing is looming around the corner.
Tuesdays are generally a tough day of the week. Seems like nothing interesting happens on Tuesday, and everyone else is working really hard. Which means you are forced into grind mode regardless of what plans you had. These are the days I hark back to my college times and lighten the mood during such a heavy work load.
The simplest things in my life provide me with the most joy. For example, drinking a great cup of coffee in the morning, I pay $13/lb, its worth it. Playing pop shot basketball with some friends and beers, no politics, no girls, just a fun time. Playing NBA jam and mario kart, 2 games so simple anyone can pick up the sticks and dominate.
This night happened in early October I believe sometime during my sophomore year. I was underage but it was college so I was actually drinking much harder than I do now. Every once in a while (Thurs-Sat) I would have one of those nights in college where I would get plastered. I know a lot of people who had different goals to start their nights, mine was always to get as drunk as possible and destroy beer pong. I know people think they are good at beer pong, thats great, but I was legend. I have perfect games under my belt and a resounding win record. Regardless this was one of those nights where I was on the table until I was blind drunk.
We got drunk, the party got boring, and what do you know we are looking for food. Drunk people looking for food operate on two basic principles. Where there is food, they will go, when they see food, they will eat it. I even saw a kid eat a 2 day old cup of marinara sauce with a smoked cigarette in it, gross. We were hungry and dialing up food places when we stepped outside. Immediately the houses next to us were also doing the same thing, ordering delivery. Luckily for us we spotted a "wings" (famous Amherst restaurant) delivery man in the parking lot. Needless to say, we got his wings, hijacking the food from our party neighbor's house. It was a massive order, maybe 4lbs of wings for us 4 people. We didn't want to be caught in a well lit neighborhood, so we moved over into a dark spot under a tree. We had no napkins, no forks, and these were honey bbq wings. We were like a pack of hyenas tearing up a zebra carcass. There were 4 of us huddled over this box of wings picking at it with our hands. Nobody said much, and when we did there was a serious lack of vowels. It was like we were speaking in grunts and could completely understand each other. I remember a car light shined on my buddy, he put his hand over his eyes, and his face was just covered in sauce. He was like a rabid animal caught in headlights after a fresh kill.
We were eating chicken covered in sauce, and it was one of the best times of my life. I have plenty of drunken college stories ending in various ways, but I do remember this being the purest form of happiness I have had just by eating.
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