No matter how thoroughly you rationalize it and no matter how many poker euphemisms about variance, running bad, etc. etc. you apply, going 0 for 10 in live tournaments plays games with your psyche.  There is nothing you can do to avoid feeling shitty about a stretch like the one I’m currently on.  “Hapless” is a good descriptor.  

A streak like this is also way easier to digest on the east coast.  When I brick a bunch of tourneys in Jersey or Connecticut I can just bail out, get in my car, zoom home and mope there.  At the WSOP that’s not an option.  All  can do is reload and try again the next day.    

There is some much-needed good news, however.  Last night, after meeting a couple of friends for a beer (hi Mr. and Mrs. Ult!) I played a desperation sit ‘n go and took the entire thing down (actually I chopped for 4/5 of the money), cutting my Vegas deficit fully in half.  A major shot in the arm for both my bankroll and my sanity.

I’m taking today off and might go to the Hoover Dam.