I have a hard time saying goodbye, and saying goodbye with a list of bad beats seems somewhat rude, but as I document each all-in hand that I go out with in my little spreadsheet, I shake my head slowly at the incredulousness of it all. And by all, I mean at just how much luck is involved and just how much patience you need to look beyond that luck that I just don’t have anymore. Continue reading
I’m like the party guest who refuses to leave.
Thanks to everyone for their kind words about my grandmother. Amy, she would’ve enjoyed the toast.
Growing up on the East Coast, grubette and I would spend a couple weeks every summer at our grandparents’ house in California.
Most of the time we were sent there to get out of our parents’ way so they could have some alone time.
On Labor Day, back from an all-nighter playing losing no-limit riverboat poker, I crawled into bed at 10:30 a.m., when a friend called asking if I wanted to check out the 28th Annual Taste of Polonia.
Food? Polish women? Casino night? Poker Videos? How could I resist?
Don’t tell anyone, but I have a big weakness in SnGs: playing when I’m tired enough that I fall asleep.
Reeling off the best July for my bankroll ever, I trudged through August with a whopping 11 losses in a row. The highlight of my month was skulking into Hustler to play 6/12 with a full kill and meeting Ruthie, with shoes so great I had to ask to take a picture, along with the novel Hustler carpeting.
My shoes are drying from the sudden, freak tornado that passed through the south side of Chicago, wreaking power outages and floods all over the place.
Full Tilt just started qualifiers for their new biweekly freerolls, and I’m so excited about this that I had to post about it.