Category Archives: poker
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
In the time I’ve been playing poker, rarely have I seen two hands played so poorly in my life. It boggles that these people exist. Still, I’m a big fan.
Instead of reading this post with the mind-set of “Jesus, Speaker’s talking about losing at poker again. I can’t stand it,” it might be more palatable if you enjoy the fly on the wall aspect of watching lousy people play … Continue reading
I signed on to Full Tilt last night to check out the action in the Battle of the Bloggers Freeroll and…well…I’m an addict, so I decided to play some myself, since I didn’t qualify for the A-List Tourney. And I … Continue reading
For about a month now, I’ve been searching in vain for some results at the poker tables. My play? Comes and goes. Good and not so good. But the results? Universally horrible.
I’m about ready to snap. It’s been a terribly difficult week for a number of reasons and right now I feel like my nerve endings are poised for a freak out of monumental proportions. One I’ll be very embarrassed by … Continue reading
Those of you who have read me for a long time will know that I’m all about the group. Selfless. Community-oriented. Unlike other (read: better) poker players, I am not about to keep a good thing a secret. Which is … Continue reading
When F-Train is down ten bucks before everyone even arrives (because of prop bets based on WHEN people would arrive), it’s safe to assume things are gonna get out of hand. Chicago…meet Out of Hand.