swings and roundabouts

I have recently got back into the swing of playing online poker. A mugs game my mum tells me. She may be right, but I maintain I am decent, decent enough to win some money. I felt fully justified then when I placed 2/200 in a $1o tournament to pocket $310. The same evening, buoyed by that success and Spurs' late equaliser, I entered a $30 80 man tournament. Finding myself at the final table I negotiated my way to the final 6, with the top 5 being paid out, 129 through to about $540. I busted out in 6th trying to force a play with A8, and was gutted when the Big Blind called my all-in, turning over A9. Today, it seemed logical, or like there was nothing better to do, to enter more tournaments. I reached the last 18/80 in the $20 dollar before my AK was cruelly beaten by AQ all in pre-flop. That was just the beginning of my misfortune. Determined to place in the money (in hindsight my downfall), I entered the $30 dollar multi tourny, the limit of my bank roll really. Once again, I cruised to the final 20 of the eighty man field, despite being alarmingly card short. It seemed that, as so often happens on Pro Evo, or Football Manager, the computer wanted me to lose. It was my PKR destiny to be unlucky and lose. Time and again I was defeated with the odds strongly in my favour, with the river card often dealing the fatal blow. I finished in 15th, as my opponent hit a stray King on the river, bastard. Meanwhile, I was also playing in a $10 tourny, I know, I know, I m not addicted though, just going through a phase! Carelessly I called an all-in, still reeling from my previous dissapointments, and, miraculously I myself recieved a little help from the PKR gods. And again. And after hitting some nice cards, I found myself as chip leader, ruling the table with an iron fist, if I may write my own reviews! It wasn't t to last however. Lady luck dealt me a cruel blow, my KJ looked good on a board of K74, indeed it looked even better when I called an all-in for my opponent to show 33 in the hand. Devestatingly, perhaps inevitably, the river was a 3. Not nice. Not fun. At least I took it in good spirits. Fucking typical, I bashed into the table chat. Thats poker mate, came the reply from Barry653, cheers mate, fucking profound, idiot. But anyway, win some you lose some! Maybe mum is right, I am a mug!