It is a sad thing to sit in a game and watch the size of your stack keep going down. Not because you are betting, just posting the blinds is eating you up. There is very little that you can do if you keep getting pocket cards like ten/three off suit. Then, at long last you draw Big Slick, to finally get in the game. Of course, the flop come 3/7/10 off suit and Big Slick does not look so good anymore. You have already wasted money on it and are tempted to throw a little more, just to see if you can't pair the Ace or King.
This is where the poker discipline comes in to play. You look at you ever dwindling stack of chips and silently shake your head to yourself. The hand is not even worth limping in as cheaply as possible. If you can't call with a check you should be gone. Although nothing is as frustrating as to watch hand after hand go by without a prayer of winning. Hardly the constant spike after spike of adrenaline that we all know and love. "Action! Action! Where is the ACTION!? I am sick and tired of sitting here and fiddling with my poker chips."
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