Futile perfection

When you love probability, you find yourself appreciating the beauty of futile perfection, even when it's at your expense. On Saturday night, I hit the felt in 31 hands. I didn't win a single pot. I only went to showdown 3 times. The bar chart of my stack size over time shows a steady, stately descent to zero. Sometimes, there's nothing you can do to prevent a result like this. All you can do is sit back and enjoy its perfection.

This is an excerpt from my February 20, 2012 post. Yesterday, in the first tournament I entered, I achieved futile perfection. I hit the rail in just 23 hands. I didn't win a single pot. I only saw the flop twice. I only went to showdown once, and that was on my final hand. There was a minuscule silver lining - I made it to Station 2.

style flavor buy_in  entry players entries paid place winnings

MTT   NLHE    44000   6000       9     339   81   112        0
MTT   NLHE    44000   6000       9     357   99   120        0
MTT   NLHE    44000   6000       9     267   72   130        0

delta: $-150,000
2024 balance: $3,694,000
2024 blue distance: $150,000
balance: $16,503,303
MTT NLHE ITM pct: 41.69 (1267 of 3039)