Sixtieth of a Hundred and Thirty Eight

Argh. Chip stack went up, chip stack went down. Over and over again like a roller coaster. The ups were fun, the downs, not so fun. Couldn't believe it either when I caught myself calling ninety percent of the flops in the first hour of the tournament. I was being dealt such good cards though. Giving others action, and getting some action on my raises. I got away from all newcomers to the table, thanks to old guido number two who kept telling them how my ace-queen beat out the seat to my left with ace three when he called my all-in after two aces hit the flop. After the first break, my action was down to less than thirty percent of hands dealt and I was feeling much better. When the antes kicked in, my luck ran out and I lost two of the next three races I did get into, to finally knock me out. These Friday 'nooners' are starting to get to me. Time for a movie...