Follwing up my “bad beat” story:
I guess it’s been posted to USENet, which is just awesome, because now I know where all the alt.wesley.die.die.die people have been hiding for all these years.
Look, the point of that entry was NOT what a terrible player I am. I know I should have listened to the classic TJ Cloutier advice and moved all in or folded. I know I played the cards wrong. I know that I was trying to keep Ryan in the pot when I should have blown him out or gotten out myself.
Thank you. I know what a lousy card player I am, okay? If I was a better player, I’d be playing in a tournament, and not working on my book.
But the WHOLE POINT of that story was to share something about my relationship with my stepson — a relationship that has been terribly strained over the years, thanks to some wonderful loyalty conflicts not created by me, alright? I absolutely adore both Ryan and Nolan, and the gap that has been placed between us makes me grieve every day. When we played that silly game of cards, Ryan moved to close that gap, and it meant more to me than hitting an inside straight on fifth street ever will. Even if it’s at the final table.
So maybe I could just catch a little break here? Maybe try to look past the trees to see the forest?