Wits End

I simply can't take it anymore. I'm done. Finis. You won't have Dick Nixon to kick around anymore.

I made the decision yesterday to essentially divorce myself from online poker. I can not take the play at the low levels in which I live, and I am not about to make an investment to play higher. I am too tired of only winning 20% of the time in situations where I am 80% and 75%. I realize 75% and 80% is not 100%, but it's not 20% either.

I know I am not a pro caliber player, but I can't take the level of play anymore at these micro levels. I am doing myself no good by continuing to subject myself to the idiocy. So I am out. Kaput. Good game Japan.

Well almost. I have decided to continue to play the RPT until that time in which my roll finally drains. I also may be playing some cash games for the next couple weeks because I have bonuses I can clear. After that, it's over. So whether it's RPT or cash games that finally put me out, I will be doing it no longer.

I will continue to have cash games at my house, and I'll play the occasional Riverchaser bar tourney. These too are increasingly difficult to play in, but when I get bored, I don't mind donking off the stack and leaving. I will also try to get to AC fairly regularly. Once a month may be a stretch, but more than my current once a year ought to be obtainable.

So search for me when you're online. Then you can say you sat with me during my farewell tour.

By the way, that had to be the best Sooper Bole I've ever seen. I have long been a closet Eli Manning fan. I have an Ole Miss #10 jersey I bought when he was still slingin' it for the Rebels. I wear it proudly every Turkey Bowl.