Looking dispassionately at it, I realize I've got the poker bug bad. It's so fulfilling when I play it that I'm perilously close to feeling compelled to play. What separates passion from obsession? I don't really know. I guess if I were truly obsessed, I wouldn't be able to miss playing a single day. That's not the case. If I were truly obsessed, the hours I spent playing poker would keep increasing. That's not the case either. I guess the best way to describe my poker habit is to say that I have a deep need to compete, and poker satisfies that need. Call it the competitive imperative!
buy_in entry_fee num_players num_hands place winnings
50000 800 6 54 3 0
50000 800 6 51 3 0
50000 800 6 67 1 195000
50000 800 6 40 3 0
50000 800 6 59 2 105000
50000 800 6 15 6 0
delta: $-4,800
tournament balance: $1,014,290
balance: $6,145,021
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