I Broke My Promise

I’m going nuts. I can’t just watch TV all day; I need something challenging. My consulting work has slowed to almost nothing, as cases are on hold, and several are in settlement negotiations. I have multiple ongoing projects, but all are in the hands of others, and I just need to wait. I hate waiting! And I don’t want to start any more projects—I already have too many. Carrie can attest to the fact that I become irritable with nothing to do. So I broke my promise, with Carrie’s approval, and played in an online poker tournament, as you can see above.

With four players left in the game, I had the second largest stack of $1.9M and got dealt pocket Ks. The player with the largest stack of $2.1M raised from $100,000 to $200,000. I reraised to $400,000. The other two players folded. To my delight, the chip leader shoved. I snap called, and he showed AK. The board flopped 259. I was feeling great. The turn was J. I was about to become the chip leader by far, and this late in the tournament, it would almost guarantee me a win. The river was… A. I busted out in fourth place, in the money, but it felt disappointing. Odds of 14 to 1 in my favor and I still lost. Will this curse ever end?