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Farewell
This will be my last post at PokerWorks. I’d like to thank Linda and the PokerWorks Team for the opportunity and my fellow bloggers for their support. I was supposed to hang on until the end of the month, but … Continue reading
I DID THE MATH
So I find myself in middle position with pocket 3′s… You wouldn’t know it, but I’ve been dealt pocket pairs approximately 20 times this evening. Statisticiamagicians would tell you that I should have flopped trips at least once by now, … Continue reading
I Will Fix You
Let’s start the post off with two important announcements. 1. The $28K Guaranteed on Full Tilt has had nice overlays the last two times I’ve played it, both this week. On Saturday night, the overlay was $2K. Last night, it … Continue reading
Laying Some Wood
Among my previous acts of degeneracy and depravity, the 11 hours I spent on the couch watching football yesterday has to rank right near the top. I was totally ready for some football.
Switching Gears
Changes needed to be made. Bad habits erased. Poker? Nah. My beer gut.
Bonds Market
I went to see a show last night. The Barry Bonds Traveling Circus made a stop at Dodger Stadium for the opener of a three-game set. Emotions were high and the hometown faithful showed a level of hatred usually reserved … Continue reading
Fifty-Fifty
What is the odds this gets posted? What is me repeating the number of scotchs drunk because I’m wasted? What is my new favorite tournament on Full Tilt?
A Mind Is a Terrible Thing to Taste
Weird scene these days in my brain. Not unpleasant at all. Rather plush, in fact. Big comfy chairs, good scotch and a decent mix of tunes that does not include either Bonnie Raitt or Air Supply. But it’s an unsettled place. … Continue reading
The Tipping Point
There was a moment on Saturday night that was very funny the way it played out and while it might be a “had to be there” experience, I’ll relate it today, amongst other memories.
Is It Really the End and Not Some Crazy Dream
I survived. Three days of hot, sweaty rock. Three days of getting drunk in the pool before going to see hot, sweaty rock. Three days of navigating polo fields littered with sprawled humans. I’m exhausted, burnt to medium well and … Continue reading