Since summer is ending, I have some days to myself. Today I played some Magic. I tilted.
The first Standard Showdown I went to started off poorly. Mana screw and then flood. I mean, the hand looked good. Two lands, two two drops, a three drop, some removal. Just never saw that third land. Then the next game was a flood. This story is as old as time.
But it still tilts me.
And these emotional swings matter. I was feeling it later in the day when I stopped at another tournament and completely missed an opportunity to at least stay in the game at least twice. Who knows what others I missed. I had just resigned to losing. "Bad luck" as it were and yet it wasn't. I fucked up.
Which I have to realize without being too hard on myself.
Which, funnily, is hard.