Well, why not. After a horrid run, I found the card rack. 13 days of missing, folding and sucking came to an end. This was so much more fun.
Back to back, belly to belly
I don't give a damn, I done dead already
Oho back to back, belly to belly
At the Zombie Jamboree Read more…
They say they are worth a thousand words. Well, the one that follows doesn't really work without words. But, it does demonstrate what I was trying to get across in the Stud8b discussion. Read more…
My opportunity to pleasure a women these days looks uphill toward slim and none. So, when the chance comes, I am in. Read more…
Just like the other one. OK, I a getting boring. I'll try to liven it up a bit with something more than… Read more…
Yesterday, I played that little tournament — you know the one by now. That won't shock anybody. I sucked. That shouldn't shock anybody. Read more…
Another takedown. I am so damn good lucky. And, the luck arrived when it should — late. Read more…
One of the things in this S8 tournament that amazes me is the failure to value bet. Here a little example of turning bupkus into gold and not trying to get paid off. He would have. Read more…
Maybe socks; could be a shirt. It that lucky charm that can bring a miasma to the tables. There are stories about such silliness all around. Pretty stupid, huh? Read more…
That is supposed to be a desirable attribute. At the tables it can be a problem. In this hand we managed to cap the last two streets. I doubted I was doing the right thing in raising on 6th. Silly me.
I'm playing on UB at the moment. Come by and say hi and remark how wonderful my blog is and how everyone should read it. In other words, do what you do at every poker table — lie outrageously
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