I don't get up early. I just don't. Mornings are for nuns and school children. Poker players play at night.
But here's something interesting:
If you go to bed and wake up in the morning, you catch the players who have been up all night, running bad, and trying to catch up before they hit the sack.
This morning was a good morning.
In an effort to spare you the bloody details, I played for one hour before I had to get ready for work. One hour.
In that one hour, I made nearly ten times what I'll earn at work today. Doing the math, I'm going to work all day today, all of next week, and half of the next week before I make as much as I did playing poker for one hour this morning.
As I showered, I asked myself, "How can that happen?"
One answer: Variance.
To wit: This would all be very good news if it weren't for the fact that this was my first winning session all week and all I did this morning was recoup my losses for the week.
Still, one hour.
I gotta find me a live home game for tonight.