Now, in Ultimate Texas Hold 'Em, the dealer has no inherent advantage over you in that she has the same chance of making a good hand as you do. The rules are, however, structured to give the house a roughly 3% edge--which becomes much worse if you make any of the side bets. That said, I lost my first hand. Then I lost my second. And the third hand. And the fourth. Seven hands in, and I had lost every one. I had $10 left. So naturally, I got up and walked away, muttering about my bad luck. Yeah, right. What I actually did was buy in for another $100.
That eighth hand was a push--the dealer and I made the same two pair with an Ace kicker. Yay me! The ninth hand, I was dealt 86. The flop came 842. This looked good, so I raised my bet. The turn card was a 6--yay, two pair! The river was a harmless-looking second 2, so the board was 86422. The dealer turned over...75. Straight. You lose!
Obviously, I gave up at that point. Yeah, right. Actually, I kept on playing, and won the next hand, lost two more, and then flopped a full house for a decent win. I finally staggered away from the table with $85 of the $300 total I was in for for the day. And they still hadn't called my name for poker.
I realized, somewhat later as I was driving home (I finally gave up on getting into the poker game), that I had spent the better part of two hours, and $215 of my money, playing a couple of idiotic games and not having any fun whatsoever. I let myself get frustrated and goaded into playing more and more and pulling hundreds out of my wallet to play a game I had no goddamn interest in. Jesus, I thought, if you want to kill time waiting for a seat to open up at the poker table, go to the cafe and order a goddamn club sandwich or something! I also realized that if I hadn't had that last winning hand, I would doubtless have kept on playing. I could have easily booked a $500 loss (or worse) that day.
So I was reflecting today on just how insidious, how compelling, the nature of these games really is. You win, you want to keep playing, because, well, you're winning. You lose, you want to keep playing, because you want to get it all back. These games are structured so that, not to put too fine a point on it, you'll lose. But on your way down, you'll be fed false hope, because you'll win some hands, maybe even several in a row. But eventually, you'll die. Everyone does. Including your aunt Sadie, who always beats the casinos (actually, she loses her wrinkled old ass just like everyone else does).
Now, obviously I know better than to play this stupid shit. We all know better--except for the dimmest of us, perhaps. But we excuse/justify/rationalize it by saying, well, we're having fun, excitement, etc. Which is perfectly OK! Just so long as we realize our fun has a cost and acknowledge that. After all, most fun does: movies, the internet, hookers, cocaine, Starbucks, nuclear weapons. But I gambled for 2+ hours the other day, didn't have any fun whatsoever, but kept on playing.
How %^$@#&!@ stupid is that?