Monthly Archives: August 2007
The first time I won a game of chance, I was nine. Emma C. Smith Elementary School yearly fair/fund-raiser. The cake walk. I was beyond excited to carry that thing home. Chocolate cake with butterscotch frosting. It tasted as if … Continue reading
Poker is a game of incomplete information. How many times have we heard that? When playing online, one is robbed of even more chances to get a handle on an opponent. Naturally, this idea reminds me of Celtic Frost.
It’s difficult to write about poker when you don’t play. And perhaps I’m naive, but I get the sense what I had for lunch isn’t gonna float your boat. So I played poker tonight. For you. Dear Reader. And for … Continue reading
Every good story has a beginning, middle and end. I think I’m on solid ground with the first and the last. It’s the other where I continually find myself stuck in mud.
I’m feeling way too hungover to live blog the Event, but I’ll provide periodic updates, say, on the hour. If we make it to Hour Four or so, I’ll hopefully be able to be more verbose. Currently starting the Hair … Continue reading
I hadn’t realy planned to play much poker this weekend. But then I won the seat to today’s FTOPS Event and felt like I needed to work some dormant muscles–the ones that don’t correspnd to donkitude–and played the $28K Guaranteed … Continue reading
Looks like I’ve got a date with some big money on Sunday. Sweat me, won’t you?
Logged on to the poker machine quite innocently last night and quickly found myself sucked in. Not playing, but watching. The Princess was rolling along in FTOPS Event #2 on Full Tilt, $200+16 HORSE.
Changes needed to be made. Bad habits erased. Poker? Nah. My beer gut.