According to several blogs that I read, there is a wave of game downswings. Some are ascribing it to luck, or the lack thereof, to a slipping power of positive thinking, and, of course, the A-rag calling stations. I, too, am in a bit of a slump. I could argue, in fact, that I have been in a slump/holding pattern for two years. It gets a little frustrating to be card dead for hours, days and months at a time. It just doesn’t seem natural. Big pocket pairs get crushed, sneaky little draws from the SB don’t get paid and sleep gets disturbed.
Oh, I win. Sometimes there are moments of sheer magic and demonstrations of skill. When I ask myself why I even bother with this game, it may very well be that somewhere under all of the negative thoughts lurks an infrequent memory of such hands, and I am driven to return to the tables yet another day. A good run must create some very strong and enduring synapses.
Yet, to lose for an extended period takes one’s head into some very dark, cob webby corners. I would maintain that these are the moments that, as a test of meddle and faith, sharpen our discipline and improve our games.
There has been a fly in my studio for the last couple days, flying around my head, landing on my monitor and being a general nuisance. I have tried to catch it several times, missing until just this moment.
Make that two flies.
I will be patient.