Boy, I got my ass handed to me.

It was supposed to be a casual game, and it was. It has been a couple years since I’ve seriously played poker, and I’d have to admit, part of me just wanted some action.

Instead, I walked into a den of snakes.

Some advice for you that I keep having to remind myself over and over again: if you can’t spot the bad player at the poker table, you’re the bad player at the poker table.

It was a strong table through and through–except for me–and I busted out twice. The only consolation is that I know I played badly and I know I can play better. But knowing and delivering are two very different things. As poker is a game of skill, I have to hunker down and re-educate myself before I’ll let myself go back to the table.

At least I was somewhat humbled in what has been an already pretty triumphant week.