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February 28, 2005

Is poker your job?

And by that I mean, are you spending 20+ hours on it a week? I am. I wasn't aware of this, at least not on a conscious level, until last week when I had to complete a time management assignment for one of my classes.

Yep, Thursday night about 11pm I'm sitting here in front of the computer finishing up a post when I get an IM from John. We start talking and while doing so he finds a $2/$4 NL game with lots of fishes. He asks me to hang on the rail while I'm finishing up my stuff, and about 30 minutes later, it dawns on me...I have an assignment due tomorrow. On time managment. The irony is not lost on me.

So I start my homework. With UB in mini-view at the top of my screen and Yahoo chat on the right, of course. (What?? I can be efficient and effective!! OK, maybe not so efficient...) I hit a wall though when I reach the part where I needed the record of how I had spent every minute of my past week, documented in 15-minute intervals. SO. I can work backwards, right? Right. Except at 3am - brain doesn't really work then. Better to call it a night then, and tackle this little project in the morning.

Of course I meant to wake up early and start it but didn't...but let's skip that part, shall we?

Part of this little project was to predict how much time you spent on certain activites and then, of course, to spend a week tracking your actual time and then comparing the two afterwards. Or in my case, doing your best to recollect your activites for the past week...

It's fairly easy to go back for a week and figure out when I slept and went to class. It's a little harder to recall the details of exactly when I ate and studied and such. (Oh wait - I don't do much of either really). I had "guessed" that I spent about 10 hours playing poker a week and another 10 hours on e-mail/internet time, but I knew that was low-balling it. I figured I might be safe though, since some of that is done at the same time, (meaning I didn't have to count my chatting separate like some people did) and really...was I that bad?

Um...yea. Not even for the time spent, but also for when I was spending it. I really didn't think there was that much play overall, but as I was filling out my little chart, I kept remembering little bits and pieces here and there...Friday night conversations where I mentioned that I really should have been reading for a test Monday, but that it was late and I was tired, so really if I did read, I wouldn't retain the information anyway...so hey, why not play poker instead? (Well for starters...if you're too tired to study well, you're too tired to play well). Then of course there was that Sunday morning game with G-Rob...forgot about that. It all added up to about 24 hours. And that didn't include the time reading blogs and blogging itself...that was another 14 or so hours I think.

My first thought was - wow. That is really freakin sad there hon. But then I thought - no it isn't. You see, one of the other things we had to do in this class is come up with our goals, and our plans for reaching them. And along with all my academic and personal ones, there were, of course, poker ones. And to acheive those, time has to be put into the game - playing and reading, analyzing, etc. The goals are valid - to be the best player I can, to move up in limits, to win tournaments, etc. But you can only justify spending so much time on achieving them if they are real goals. That is, they have to really matter to you. I think if you asked anyone playing poker these days on a semi-serious basis they would list any one of those as a goal of theirs, and they probably put in a great many hours playing and reading about the game. But then think also about the many people who put in just as many hours at the tables, if not more, without any goal in sight. I think we like these people. They make us money.

If you're here reading, it's likely because you consider yourself serious about your game - reading everything you can that is even remotely poker related (or you're a friend of mine who has little to no clue about the game but reads anyway - hi guys! *waves*). You most likely have goals of your own, and you're taking part in the process of meeting those goals. The challenge comes, at least for me, in maintaining my level of will to meet those goals. It varies from day to day sometimes...and when that happens - the bankroll shows it. And it's not surprising - on those days, I'm not "feeling" the game...I'm playing because, well...I feel like I should be - it's what I do. I want to get better right? But if I'm not playing with my goals in mind, then I'm the same as all the other dead money that sits down. I'm just playing to play. And if I'm going to do that, well...there's got to be a table going at Party where I can at least donate my money to friends.

I admit I felt a little sheepish writing all this up for my assignment. That yes, I did play 24 hours of poker last week, and no, quite frankly I didn't see that as a problem. Because I have goals to meet, and that was all part of the process of meeting them. However I was aware that I was directing this to an educator at a major university...so I am a little curious to see what sort of comments I'm going to get back on my assignment. The other challenge for me of course is to find balance between my academic goals and my poker goals - obviously there has to be a hierarchy there. For you it might be a balance between family goals or your regular work goals, etc.

In a lot of ways, poker replaced working for me - but that's part of the "why I play poker"; a topic for another post, one that's been rattling around in my brain for a while, inspired by this. So really, spending working hours on it doesn't seem too bad - now I just need to start making money at it too.

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February 26, 2005

"Read the Blog!"

Really...why do we have these blogs? Come on now...don't give me that "it's for myself" bit - if it was really just for you, a simple Word document would suffice. Or a nice leather bound book, with some burnt out card suits...yea, that would be nice. Something you could lock up and tuck under your pillow at night so no one else would see it, like you would do with any self-respecting diary.

Anyway. You blog to be read. We put our money on the line, night after night in most cases, caught up in what it is to most people a silly little game...and when it works, we want to share it with someone. When it doesn't, we want to find out why. We want a shoulder to cry on, another fist to shake at the sky when that idiot hit his two-outer on the river...in short, we want others like us to tell us we did good, or that it's all going to be okay. These days though, there is a lot of fist-shaking going on (blame those rigged tables at Party I suppose), and for a lot of you, it's getting hard to keep up with all the blogs.

Let me describe my typical day for you. Get up. Get dressed. Go to class (and yes - I have done this every day this semester, save for once when I was sick - yay me). Come home. Log on to computer (*sigh*...miss my laptop) and read every freakin blog linked on the left. Then I'll put in my table time or do whatever. Hell I might even get really crazy and update my own. Ooo, or study.

But what fun would that be? No, much more fun to check in with all my fellow bloggers, get totally wrapped up in your lives, and then look up at the clock hours later and realize I didn't eat lunch. And in all this reading, I come across posts that strike a cord with me, for any number of reasons. Maybe they're really funny. Maybe they're really touching. Maybe they made me think, or maybe they show the blogger is going through a growing period in their game and is doing a great job documenting it. For whatever reason, it hits me - everyone needs to see this.

When I was working, I would spend my lunch hour in much the same way. I never left my desk, choosing instead to work through lunch (and you know, since I usually wasn't in before 9 most mornings...) and surf the web to occupy myself between phone calls and e-mails. Whenever I found something noteworthy, a mass e-mail would go out. These would then usually result in a flurry of "reply to all" responses that, to this day, are some of the funniest things I have ever been a part of. But I can't mass e-mail all of you.

What I can do though is each week post here the top 5 or so of what I've read the week prior, in a little feature I'm gonna call "Read the Blog".

The line "Read the blog!" comes from a response I would often give to John whenever he would ask me about how my game was going, or what my bankroll was like. I mean, it was all right here... It became a little joke of sorts - I would start to answer in the IM, and he would immediately come back with "If your answer contains the word 'blog'...". Chris and I frequently do the same thing. He'll send me an IM telling me about some great new thing that just happened to him, a teaser of sorts, and when I ask a question, the response is of course "read the blog!" - a way of letting me know a new post is up. Plus, please tell me I'm not the only one that remembers those "Read the book!" commercials? Please? Remember I spend my days with kids who were born circa 1986 (yep) so lie if you have to...don't make me feel older than I do most days.

What brought this on? Call it inspiration from a higher power. Call it lack of inspiration on my own part. Call it wanting to direct as many people as possible to those who are inspired for as long as they remain that way.

Don't expect to see anything from Hank or Otis or the like in the list, because quite frankly, a great new post from them is nothing new. The point is to direct you to people you may not be reading every day. Not everyone has the luxury of free time like I do. (And I thank you all for paying your federal taxes so that I may continue to do so). ;)

Like I said, I read every link on the left. If you think I'm missing someone, e-mail it to me. And again, I read them daily. For the most part. There was a week recently where I didn't read hardly any - just didn't have the time. And, I am taking a vacation in a couple of weeks. So you know, don't go beating me up over it if I don't post anything one week or something.

To those who are linked today and in the future - I don't have money to offer like you Scurvy. I do have jewels. And a nice collection of mp3s. But I also have visitors. I happily share all of the above. (But don't tell the RIAA, ok?)

Presented in no particular order -

1. The Obituarium - Re-Buys and Re-Drinks

2. Life's a Grind - Kansas Qualifier - World Poker Cup

3. Pokerati.com - Speaking of Columns...

4. 9-2 Offsuit - Opening Standards in 6-Max

5. Chicks Dig Poker Geeks - The WPT Invitational - Part 1

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February 25, 2005

Breaking news!

New version of GameTime+ available, yippee!

But don't give me the credit. If not for the boys at 9-2 Offsuit, I'd still be loading up Ultimate History every time I sat down at a table. For that feature alone, I drool.

Can't wait to give this baby a try...

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February 24, 2005

Inspiration Hit

A few things that have occured to me tonight -

Well...more than doubled up for this session, so I think I'll call it a night. Holy crap, is that my account? I did good today. Yay me.

/stream of consciousness blogging

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February 23, 2005

First rule of blogging -

In lieu of actual content, present pictures of cats:




I'll be more inspired soon, I promise.

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February 20, 2005

So what did you do today?

I got up, sat down at the computer, checked my e-mails to see how things were going with the study group (I somehow end up being the de facto manager for things like that...I don't know why...I don't like it. I suppose it's because, well, it's the manager in me coming out. But really, I'd much rather have someone else take over and just tell me what to do. I tried to make things be fair and equitable workload wise and ended up looking like an idiot apparently. So fuck that. Guess I should be more manager like and just tell people how it's gonna be and not really care if it's fair, huh? WOW. Tangent. Sorry!) and noticed that G-Rob was playing at UB. Well...I spent all day yesterday being a good girl, reading all about opinion polls and methods for predicting the president, and fell asleep only once (Dude - you would have too) so I felt a break was in order, right? Right.

G-Rob was at a .10/.25 table though...and because of my recent losses lessons, I've been playing .05/.10 (obeying that 300BB rule and all). However...I don't think I can take that any more, as Tony and I have been discussing. Those people are nuts. J6 good for calling a $5 all-in? Sure, why not?? It's s00000ted!! And then they win. Plus, if you're playing winning poker, you're playing winning poker, right? Right. [And then if you lose it all, you go back and read this little paragraph right here and tell yourself to shut up your damn crying.]

So I sit with G-Rob, a Pauly imposter, and Daddy is on the rail briefly. Then along comes Al...I mean, how cool is that? Is this what I normally miss by not being up before noon on a Sunday? Plus, I'm getting cards. Which is surprising, given that G-Rob and I are together. I flopped a set twice (odds of flopping a set: 8.3/1 or 10.8%) and got jacks, queens, and kings (none of which saw any action, but that's OK). G-Rob and Al leave, I continue away, because it appears the cards like me.

Oh really? Fickle little bastards they are.

I get Qd 2c in the BB, no one raises so I play it. Flop comes quite nicely Qs 2s 7d (odds of two pair on the flop, from your two hole cards: 49/1 or 2%) and it's bet .25 by the guy on my right. I call along with 2 others (and yes, I see the spades). Turn comes Ks (odds of improving to a flush from the flop to turn: 4.2/1 or 19%), guy to my right bets .25 again, this time I really see the spade and raise to $1, get two callers. Thing is...I don't think any of them have the flush. River is Kc - guy on my right checks, I bet $2, guy to my left raises to $4, guy to my right folds, and I call. Odds of improving to a full house from the turn to the river? 11/1, or 9%. Odds were with the guy on my left that hand, not with me. [And you know what...you don't feel quite so bad about losing $6 when you look at it that way. Dammit, Hank's right again!!]

Oh...I had one stupid moment. I hate baby Aces. I hate teenage Aces. As a general rule, if an Ace didn't bring along a friend with a face...we're gonna have problems. So, when I found myself in the BB with Ad 8c...what, no one could do me a favor and raise me? Because, of course, the flop was 7d 4h Ac. (Now, if there had been an 8 on that flop, well then...I wouldn't have minded at all). Nope, I had to get all agressive, and bet my ace, knowing damn good and well mine wasn't the only one. I got 2 callers. Turn was 7h, I bet again, get same two callers (what?? no one thinks I might have the 7????). River was Qh. I bet again, get only one caller, of course, this one being the one that holds AQ. Sad thing was, I knew all along I was up against a bigger ace...I just couldn't stop myself. I guess I thought perhaps my awesome bluffing powers would get them to lay the hand down? No. My self-destructive nature just stopped by to say "hi".

Al had commented right before he left on how tight my table was...and he was right. I think he convinced them to loosen up though. One hand, raising and re-raising, finally two guys end up all-in, one has KK, the other AA. Final board is Ts 6d Ac Js 8h. One guy at the table told the winner that it hurt him to watch that. Yea...tell me about it...I folded KQ pre-flop. (Odds of making a straight from a gutshot straight draw from flop to turn: 11/1, or 9%)

I got my revenge though. I just wanted to play one more orbit...and ended up being so glad I did.

TexansBaby posts the small blind of $.10.
BobCat7 posts the big blind of $.25.

Pre-flop:

bigblueslick folds. AnM8tR folds. pfloyd1 folds.
choppbella folds. crackerjack1 folds. TexansBaby
calls. BobCat7 checks.

Flop (board: Qs 9d 8s):

TexansBaby bets $.25. BobCat7 raises to $1.25.
TexansBaby re-raises to $2.25. BobCat7 calls.

Turn (board: Qs 9d 8s 5d):

TexansBaby bets $5. BobCat7 goes all-in for $9.40.
TexansBaby calls.

River (board: Qs 9d 8s 5d 3s):

(no action in this round)


Showdown:

BobCat7 shows Kc 9s.
BobCat7 has Kc 9s Qs 9d 8s: a pair of nines.
TexansBaby shows Ah As.
TexansBaby has Ah As Qs 9d 8s: a pair of aces.


Hand #4372699-12501 Summary:

$1.15 is raked from a pot of $23.80.
TexansBaby wins $22.65 with a pair of aces.
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Enjoy your weekend everyone. Back to the books for me.

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February 18, 2005

I'm cleaning out e-mails.

My laptop is still AWOL, (*sigh*) but I did get my e-mails restored from back-up. However this has now merged two Outlook Inboxes...and both were already in need of attention.

And I have three tests next week. (Can you say pro·crasti·nation? If not, try it out...pause a little where those dot thingys are.)

Anywho. I do have a point, believe it or not.

While back, friend of mine/online poker buddy sends me this e-mail. While it was cute, it wasn't of the "Oh my God that is so damn funny I must share it with everyone" variety. However, the ending struck me...so I present it here.

Shipwrecked

Ed finally decides to take a vacation. He books himself on a Caribbean cruise and proceeds to have the time of his life, until the boat sinks. He finds himself swept up on the shore of an island with no other people, no supplies, nothing. Only bananas and coconuts.


After about four months, he is lying on the beach one day when the most gorgeous woman he has ever seen rows up to him. In disbelief, he asks her, "Where did you come from? How did you get here?"

"I rowed from the other side of the island," she says. "I landed here when my cruise ship sank."

"Amazing," he says. "You were really lucky to have a row boat wash up with you."

"Oh, this?" replies the woman. "I made the rowboat out of raw materials I found on the island. The oars were whittled from gum tree branches, wove the bottom from palm branches, and the sides and stern came from a Eucalyptus tree."

"But-but, that's impossible," stutters Ed. "You had no tools or hardware. How did you manage?"

"Oh, that was no problem," replies the woman. "On the south side of the island, there is a very unusual strata of alluvial rock exposed. I found if I fired it to a certain temperature in my kiln, it melted into forgeable ductile iron. I used that for tools and used the tools to make the hardware."

Ed is stunned.

"Let's row over to my place," she says.

After a few minutes of rowing, she docks the boat at a small wharf. As Ed looks onto shore, he nearly falls out of the boat. Before him is a stone walk leading to an exquisite bungalow painted in blue and white.

While the woman ties up the rowboat with an expertly woven hemp rope, he could only stare ahead, dumbstruck.

As they walk into the house, she says casually, "It's not much, but I call it home. Sit down please. Would you like to have a drink?"

"No, no thank you," he says, still dazed. "I can't take any more coconut juice."

"It's not coconut juice," the woman replies. "I have a still.

How about a Pina Colada?"

Trying to hide his continued amazement, he accepts, and they sit down on her couch to talk.

After they have exchanged their stories, the woman announces, "I'm going to slip into something more comfortable. Would you like to take a shower and shave? There is a razor upstairs in the cabinet in the bathroom."

No longer questioning anything, Ed goes into the bathroom.

There, in the cabinet, is a razor made from a bone handle. Two shells honed to a hollow ground edge is fastened onto its end inside of a swivel mechanism.

"Wow! This woman is amazing," he muses. "What next?"

When she returns, she greets him wearing nothing but vines, strategically positioned, and smelling faintly of gardenias. She beckons for him to sit down next to her.

"Tell me," she begins suggestively, slithering closer to him, "We've been out here for a really long time. You've been lonely. There's something I'm sure you really feel like doing right now, something you've been longing for all these months. You know..."

She stares into his eyes. He can't believe what he's hearing:

"You mean----", he swallows excitedly, "I can check my e-mail from here?"

Now - why did I immediately think, other possible endings could be:

"I can log into Party Poker from here?"

or

"I can blog from here?"

:)

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February 17, 2005

Things that make me happy - today version

1. Spending the afternoon with a friend who tells me "You are the only friend I have that can immediately make me smile."

2. Wasting away that afternoon on South Congress in the warm Texas sun, watching the freaks of Austin go by, and laughing myself silly.

3. Knowing that I do, occasionally, put to use some of the things I learn.

TexansBaby: 9h Jd
Pre-flop: xh1061 folds. FadingPro25 folds. Spabbles calls. TexansBaby calls. kapeshockey15 calls. jcrump calls. sf001k checks.

Flop (board: Th 8c 4d):

jcrump checks. sf001k bets $.10. Spabbles calls.
TexansBaby calls. kapeshockey15 folds. jcrump
folds.

Turn (board: Th 8c 4d Qh):

sf001k bets $.10. Spabbles raises to $.20.
TexansBaby calls. sf001k re-raises to $.30.
Spabbles calls. TexansBaby calls.

River (board: Th 8c 4d Qh 2s):

sf001k bets $.10. Spabbles raises to $.45.
TexansBaby calls. sf001k re-raises to $.80.
Spabbles calls. TexansBaby calls.

Showdown:

sf001k shows 4h 8s.
sf001k has 4h 8s 8c 4d Qh: two pair, eights and fours.
Spabbles mucks cards.
(Spabbles has 9d Qs.)
TexansBaby shows 9h Jd.
TexansBaby has 9h Jd Th 8c Qh: straight, queen high.

Just called, because I knew I had the best hand, and to raise would have possibly driven them out and resulted in a smaller pot. Alas, the night was pretty much downhill from there.

4. Getting to pretend that I'm a big time poker player and playing with DoubleAs for a brief bit.

5. Being reminded that I do have some of the greatest friends in the world.

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February 15, 2005

Let's see...

...where to begin?

I have nothing really to report on the poker front. I have not played much recently, other than a brief stop in at UB Saturday night where I managed to lose $20. I shouldn't have been playing...it was late, I was tired, (I did manage to stop myself when I realized I called a raise with A 7) and the truth is, I'm just not feeling the love poker-wise. But I was jealous - Chris and Hank were going to Commerce and I had to hear about it all day...

I have been playing here at home the past two nights. I won't give you a full write-up of those games because quite frankly I find home game write-ups boring for the most part (because you don't know these people), and also because ours are usually one one-liner after another, making it absolutely impossible to keep track of the hands you're seeing, except to say that oh, for the most part, they're crap. The first night we played we ended up calling it a draw when it came down to two players, with me having the most chips (so yay me) and then last night...well, last night was fun. Just three players; myself, my husband Jason, and our friend Jonathan.

Jonathan took the first game easy, by catching beautiful cards and playing them just as nicely. I forget how he knocked Jason out, but he took me out when he got pocket Kings twice in a row, which of course will beat those damn Hilton Sisters, even without the King on the river. River beats were common last night. That game being over far too quickly, we (or rather, I) sat things up for another. First two hands dealt - Jason and Jonathan both had Q8, then 82, then I get A7 two hands in a row. My remark of "this site is rigged" was met with that cricket chirping sound you hear in the movies...but y'all get the joke, right? Right? Best one-liner of the night had to be the response from Jonathan (you know it's the best if you can remember it out of the sea of them the next day) to my comment regarding problems I was having with my chip stack. I had a large stack you see, and when my chest brushed up against them, I accidently knocked some of the chips over, and I remarked "My breasts knocked my chips over". Jonathan's reply? "I have the same problem with my testicles". See? Priceless.

All right, enough of that. So, why no real poker lately? And why no real writing lately? Well...long story short, in conversations with Hank, he tries to be helpful (at least, I think he does) but really what he's managed to do is make me completely doubt myself.

It's not his fault. He's 100% correct when he tells me that I need to fully understand such silly little poker concepts as odds, and apply them to my game along with my reads and "instincts". (It is, however, his fault that when I ask what are to me perfectly reasonable questions, his responses invariably start off with an "lol". Yea. So not helpful.) But I don't know those...kinda skipped that step in my poker learning journey. Never bothered with starting hand charts or anything like that either. No, I got Fred. And then later John. And then blogs. And I knew I wasn't a great player by any means, but I got by. Kinda sorta thought I might even know what I was doing a little... And now I get laughed at by The Great and Powerful Hank. Confidence shot all to hell. (And yes, I realize I'm being a "girl". However I'm told I have that going for me, so...)

I feel like I've not put in the full amount of time and required effort that one should when one calls oneself serious about this game, and as a result, I've been avoiding it, feeling like it's going to hurt me in some way. Which, truth be told, it has the great potential to do when not fully understood and focused on. At the same time, the idea of going back to what is normally the beginning for most players, and learning all those basics - a little...degrading almost.

The COO of a Fortune 500 company said to me once, "We're a lot alike, you and I. We both have big egos." At the time I laughed, but he was right. (However, he left out stubborn...) The point he was trying to make was that it wasn't a bad thing per se, but that our egos (or rather mine, being as how my title was somewhat lower than his) could often cause problems when it came to accepting challenges - whether from other people or, as in the case above, from perceptions that quite possibly exist in only our own minds.

So I need to get over it. I'm told I'm on the right path...so I suppose this is just a matter of needing to backtrack a little and learn what I missed. Still, it's hard to not feel a little like a fraud who's just been getting lucky every once in a while. Sort of like showing up for a test and everyone else in class is fully prepared, and you've only studied the bare minimum, but you manage to pull out a passing grade most of the time anyway? (OK, that analogy hits a little too close to home...) Problem is, my passing rate is going way down. If losses are nothing more than paying for learning, I think I've paid my fair share of table lessons. I get that part. Time to hit the books, so to speak.

Yes, as much as I hate to admit for the world to see, Hank is right. I needed someone to push me to see that I was lacking in a very important aspect of my poker knowledge, and that it can't continue. So I am thankful for that, even if it did knock me off my little pedestal a bit. (Which is not a bad thing)

Now I just need to find someone with infinte patience who can answer all my stupid questions, because as we know, math is not my strong suit...

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February 14, 2005

Happy Valentine's Day

Or, as it is known in Austin and Columbia, SC - Happy Nancy's Birthday.

Nancy is one of my very best friends and actually, it was she and her husband Bill that first introduced me to this new form of poker called Texas Hold 'Em after my Super Bowl party last year...
So I guess in a way, you can blame all this on her. :)

Happy Birthday Nanners. I love ya.

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February 12, 2005

New Look

So...whatdya think?

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How I Spent My Friday Night

Well, part of it at least.

He's unstoppable.

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February 10, 2005

So wrong

So it wasn't my biggest loss of the night. But it was my first, and it was large, and it came at the hands of you. You who taught me how to play well, now beat me routinely by playing trash like that.

You posts the small blind of $.10.
Me posts the big blind of $.25.

Pre-flop:

Someguy raises to $.50. You call. Me re-raises to $1. Someguy folds. Some other guy calls. You call.

Flop (board: 5h 8c 7h):

You checks. Me bets $1.25. Some other guy folds.
You calls.

Turn (board: 5h 8c 7h 2c):

You checks. Me checks.

River (board: 5h 8c 7h 2c Kc):

You bets $2.25. Me raises to $5.
You calls.

Showdown:

Me shows As Ks.
Me has As Ks 8c 7h Kc: a pair of kings.
You shows 5c Tc.
You has 5c Tc 8c 2c Kc: flush, king high.


Hand #4143385-14851 Summary:

$.75 is raked from a pot of $15.50.
You wins $14.75 with flush, king high.
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I didn't type anything in the chat, but you wanna take some guesses as to what I said out loud once they flipped? ;)

I don't even have to explain myself to you. (But for those reading along and interested...the bet on the flop - bluff, of course, I had re-raised pre-flop. Just because I didn't hit the flop...doesn't always matter.) You knew what I had all along. You might have doubted it on the turn, hence the check, (truthfully, that 2 probably put the fear of two pair in you), but I wasn't going to play along with you...probably my mistake right there. I should have just come at you harder, and then you might have folded. The river of course was my death. I could waive it off on the distraction that occured right as the card fell, but it was my own fault for not cluing into the fact that there were three clubs on the board.

And hell yes I was pissed. Not (much) with you, because yes, you're entitled to play whatever two cards you want in whatever manner you want. More with me, for again not stopping to think about what you might have had there, and for, quite frankly, assuming that you were full of shit.

You realize my next thought was that I can't play with you anymore. Sitting with you is like sitting with a table full of bloggers - negative EV all the way around. And sure enough...it may only be a database from the three days of this week only, but it's got 680 hands of mine in it at this moment, 309 for you - and who have I lost the most money to this week? You. That's so wrong. (And you're rating as a dice now, btw - LA P. I'm still a mouse. At least I'm consistent!)

I'm conflicted - on the one hand, I have to be able to play against all playing styles...consider all the cards out there that might be able to beat me, determine if my opponent really does have those cards, and decide if I'm really willing to put myself to the test and see. I know that's what you're doing when you raise my blinds every damn time; that it's not personal (even though it sometimes feels like it). However, we don't get many of your kind at .10/.25 - and you're kinda killin me. I'm back to where I was a week ago, about to have to drop down a level due to my bankroll! Oh, I'm learning all right...thanks to you, some late night early morning chats, and postings from poker players far better than I. That big pot I took, when I had KJ, and the flop was 3J3 and I just smooth-called every bet he made? That was beautiful, and it was a result of those two. Sorry, you don't get credit for that one. :) But again - I'm going to grow myself out of a bankroll if I'm not careful.

I guess it comes down to this. DoubleAs told me "Also, be prepared for bigger swings with added aggression. Adding more variance to your game is good if you're the better player, but it can be frustrating." Between the two of us...we know who the better player is. Normally we use our Tracker databases to find the people we take the most money from, and avoid the ones we lose the most to like the plague. Yet I find myself in the opposite situation every time I sit down. Again...so wrong.

I don't want you to go away...there's nothing like being able to analyze a hand with someone right after it occured. (Or over-analyze it even. ;)) Don't get me wrong - I love ya. I just can't afford ya.

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February 09, 2005

Ooopps

I broke it.


Still, looks a heck of a lot better than it did when I first broke it. So yay me.

But still, I don't feel good and I'm tired of messing with it. So I'm going to play poker.

Oddly enough, aside from the damn font issue (which is still not fixed!!!!) this place looks best in Firefox...

That my friends, I believe they call irony.

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You're a real blogger now, baby!

I'm supposed to start this whole "blog battle" thing with Sir today, regarding baby Aces, but since someone kept me up till about 5am this morning, I'm not quite all together with it yet (see, right there - I left out the word "it" - had to go back and put that in there), so I'll wait a while before I attempt that. And to said person who kept me up, I say :), :D, and.....how about :P? ;)

Had a good day yesterday at the tables. In fact, I even got a visit from the one whose bankroll we all envy (well...maybe not all of us, since not everyone makes theirs public, but I think 95% of us do!), and got a compliment on my stack. (I know you're jealous...it's OK). Therefore of course I had to lose a portion of it, because I just had to go for those few extra dollars to double the buyin...

I did have this hand - and if you don't want to see a hand history, tough. You're gonna, and you're gonna like it.

TexansBaby posts the small blind of $.10.
floppdaset posts the big blind of $.25.
temple7 posts out of turn for $.25.

Pre-flop:

Tortfezr calls. Pilchard666 folds. mxb305 folds.
temple7 checks. Novato Bill calls. JBird7 raises to
$.75. TexansBaby re-raises to $3.25. floppdaset
folds. Tortfezr folds. temple7 folds. Novato Bill
folds. JBird7 calls.

Flop (board: 9c 6h 2h):

TexansBaby bets $3.50. JBird7 calls.

Turn (board: 9c 6h 2h 8c):

TexansBaby bets $6. JBird7 folds. TexansBaby is
returned $6 (uncalled).

TexansBaby opts to show 2s 7h.
TexansBaby has 2s 7h 9c 2h 8c: a pair of deuces.


Hand #4254786-3022 Summary:

$.70 is raked from a pot of $14.50.
TexansBaby wins $13.80.

Later he told me that he had jacks. I actually felt kinda bad. (Need to get over that, I know). And while he did compliment me on my bluff (what bluff?? I had a pair! And the best damn hand in poker!!), I'm sure that was after some four and five letter words were tossed my way.

I doubled up when I called someone's all-in off the flop; I had the top two pair and, um, he didn't. I then lost $14 playing pocket 5s...this is why I love PokerTracker, and poker blogging. Without both, I would most likely never go through Tracker on a daily basis. (I'm not lazy, *ahem*, just busy). However when I have something to write about, I have hand histories I need to go to, and therefore Tracker. And then I can see that glaring red $14 loss pointing out at me, see that it was attached to pocket 5s (which holy crap, I called a raise with!) and then proceeded to play past a flop of 2h Ts Jh, turn of Ad, and river of Jd. And oh yes, I was the little agressive one betting the whole time...partly because I knew my opponent was a fishy, but still...damn April, even fish get good cards sometimes. Oh well. Can't say I wasn't warned.

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February 08, 2005

2-8-05

I'm not sure if it's bad luck or running with a bad crowd that brought on my losses yesterday. Granted, I wasn't getting great cards all that often (although, as the new poker expert told me last night "It's not the cards really, it's how you play them.") but still...damn. I managed to drop $25 at Party (guess which table?) and another $25 at UB (again...a pseudo-blogger table, as there are less of us there, but damn if we don't give it a go).

It was just...awful. My big hit at UB came with the classic KK vs AA. And really, I have got to be better about laying that one down. Really, there is only one hand that someone can have that they would so easily and fearlessly re-raise you with pre-flop...so when that happens...that's a tell. (Or they could be bluffing...and it's that fear that someone is bluffing you that makes it so hard to drop those big pockets - because who the hell does this punk think he is?). At Party...well, we all know what we're getting into when we sit down there, don't we? Especially at that table. My Ac9h fell victim to 8s 6s, when it made a nine-high straight. (I know the leak in my game...) I had sets meeting up with full houses, two pairs off the flop meeting up with the "other" two pairs on the flop...ug. Just one of those nights. I've often wondered if I get these nights as punishment for being behind in school, laundry, or what. (PokerGods - "Haven't read lately? No cards for you!")

However I did fully participate in celebrating St. Grubby's Day and had a fun and profitable time doing so. Saw it a total of four times in UB ring games and won every time with it. However I think the people at UB will now avoid myself and BSN because they believe we worship some weird sort of cult...

So that's pretty much that. This was a much more witty entry when I wrote it in my head at 3am this morning, I promise.

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February 06, 2005

Limbless

I am laptop-less for they say 11 days. 11 days...ugh. While it will certaintly lighten the load for the trip across campus, it's like losing a part of me. Which I think at first is sad, but then I remember how I used to feel the same way back in middle school about my DayRunner.

So to those I owe e-mails...I'll try to retreive those I can...the backup process took hours, and of course, since one of the issues with the laptop is that it won't charge...it's been fun.

Also, I think I've figured out the whole Firefox issue with this site, thanks to the help of another (non-poker) blogger, so I'll be working on that this week. It means a site overhaul, which I've been wanting to do, but is still really freakin scary. So cross your fingers for me.

Sorry Al and Sean (and any others)...but look at it this way - at least your team made it...helluva lot more than I can say for mine!!!

Ugg...I just realized I'm going to have to get Poker Tracker set up on this computer...that should be fun. 11 days, huh? Sigh...

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February 05, 2005

Zzzz...

In the grand tradition of celebrity (;)) bloggers, allow this post to make no sense.

I'm trying to be a good little railbird and sweat it out with the TheFilmGeek, but damn...these people are taking FOREVA. Note the time of this post. Oooohh! Finally, one busts out - and it's one that loves to take his full time before acting, and it's not cause he's actually THINKING, ya know?

Anyway...I'll let you get the full report from Chris, but you're smart people - given the time and how people are acting...and my oh my it's been eventfull...

Decided tonight to play the blogger table while railbirding Chris. Also railbirded Doubleas at UB in a tourney, and then Otis and Doubleas in an Empire tourney. Whew! It ain't easy being a railbird, ya know? I still haven't fully recovered from Wednesday.

But I am dedicated...
I also need 18 people to hurry up and bust out.

But look!



That's a profit. For me. At Party Poker. Made at the blogger table. Granted, not a huge profit, and granted, does not include the money I've donated there prior...but that was for entertainment purposes only. :)

I may have to conclude though, that PP tourneys suck. I think Stars started us on hand-by-hand at this point? I can't handle this stalling...I haven't stayed up till dawn for poker in a long time...must...get...slee

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February 03, 2005

Warning - uberpost ahead

So many things I want to say about last night...it's a weird kind of experience, being together with so many people you know only on a superficial level in many cases, but yet, having that common bond that brings you all together - and it's a tight bond, and it's a tight community. Does that make sense?

Anyway - the point is - when it comes to parties, I'm usually the hostess. I usually put off all duties until the last moment. The result is that the little switch in me that turns me from "easy-going, relaxed" to "stressed, bitchy" gets flipped. :) Even though last night wasn't a real party and I certainly wasn't hosting anything, my little switch got flipped for a variety of reasons.

I came home, and decided to blow my card karma by hitting UB. My reasoning was a warm up...no one said anything about card karma! I did okay, and John was there, and we were having fun. Around 6:30 though it occured to me that I really needed to start dinner. So I did a really sad thing...and took the laptop in the kitchen with me. WHAT?? I have a big kitchen...and I haven't played with John in a month...and...oh shut up. It actually worked well, that is, until I tried to open a can of tomato sauce - I don't use the can opener well - meaning, I have some sort of mental defect that keeps me from grasping that simple task. This is one of these cute little quirks about April that we all find so adorable about her. (Yes.....) Normally when I encounter problems I simply say "Jason!" and he comes and takes over, but he was taking a nap at the time, so it was all on me, and then I broke the can opener, so I had to fix it, and then get the damn thing to open the freakin can, and do all this while playing a few hands of poker. Sigh...it's a tough job.

So stress level was rising.

But I get it all fixed, and everything is cooking, and then I see the comment from BG, about the chat room. Well cool! So I send him a message. And into the chat room I go, and we're having a nice time chatting, and then...piece of shit Time Warner goes down, which causes Yahoo to crap out, which results in me not being able to get back in the chat room. Poor BG...I was such a problem child for him, as this happened not once, but three times last night, and each time he was nice enough to try and help me and not just tell me to go the fuck away and deal with it. (Unless you'd like to think of BG as somewhat curmudgeonly; then he did). The point is, after about the second time this happened, I was ready to call Time Warner and chew them out for their horrible infrastructure (I mean really, there's no excuse for this...it's been going on for months). The conversation would have been interesting, I'm sure -

"Your crappy network is getting me kicked out of the blogger chat room!"
"The whaa...?"
"You're putting undue stress on myself and poor BG! We demand compensation! Don't you know who we are??"
:click:

Resigned myself to no chatting with the gang, and sat down for dinner. (With the laptop, of course, cause it was almost 8!). And then...the laptop turns itself off. Whyohwhyohwhy are you doing this to me? WHY? Stress level increasing....

Tourney starts, and just about done with dinner. Now...I don't really like to be watched while I'm playing - am I weird that way? Maybe it's a personal space thing, I don't know...I just don't like having people leaning over me staring at my screen. My stepson however, loves to do this. And I love him to death, but. And of course I was trying to focus, for fear of making a bad call and being the first one out, and the distractions were plenty around the house. So I was frequently begging for quiet.

But it was all good once things got rolling in the tournament, and I felt fairly comfortable that I wasn't going to make a complete fool of myself. The PokerGods apparently decided that instead of giving me my one nightmare table, they would just move me around 3 times to give me just about everyone I had listed. I started out with G-Rob & Chris, later got Otis & Hank, and then finally ended up with Pauly.

Going through the histories, I see I got the jackhammer a lot, but I didn't touch it. I had made a decision to play another crappy awesome Jack hand, J7, when it popped up, in honor of my mentor, as that is apparently his favorite "trash" hand. It was my first winning hand of the night, but can't say it was a winning move overall. Sure would have been had I not folded it to a raise, when the flop came J Q 7, and then another J on the turn...but there's that damn hindsight thing. I am, of course, most proud of this:

POKERSTARS GAME #1161919902: TOURNAMENT #4684031, HOLD'EM NO LIMIT - LEVEL IV (50/100) - 2005/02/02 - 21:47:24 (ET)
Table '4684031 11' Seat #3 is the button
Seat 1: Bazkar (2440 in chips)
Seat 2: BlogReader88 (1565 in chips)
Seat 3: GRobman (885 in chips)
Seat 4: jerge88 (4880 in chips)
Seat 5: FatTabbyMama (2490 in chips)
Seat 6: ephro (895 in chips)
Seat 7: Grasp (2067 in chips)
Seat 8: TheFilmGeek (1845 in chips)
Seat 9: Quillayute (5975 in chips)
jerge88: posts small blind 50
FatTabbyMama: posts big blind 100
*** HOLE CARDS ***
Dealt to FatTabbyMama [2d 7c]
ephro: folds
Grasp: folds
TheFilmGeek: calls 100
Quillayute: folds
Bazkar: folds
BlogReader88: calls 100
GRobman: calls 100
jerge88: calls 50
FatTabbyMama: raises 500 to 600
TheFilmGeek: folds
BlogReader88: folds
GRobman: folds
jerge88: folds
FatTabbyMama collected 500 from pot
FatTabbyMama: shows [2d 7c] (high card Seven)

Chris was proud of me too, he even went and told everyone in the chat room about it. It's always nice to have support... :cry:

Those of us who spent last night on the rails know that it was a night of great flops and then bad turns and rivers. My out was the same. I was short stacked (are we calling it grobbed? He did make that comeback...) and went all in with my A8c and flopped 2s 8s 9c. I was up against Ah Td. Turn was a Ts. :( River was a 6c. Stupid turn...

I finished 73 out of 151 which is a vast improvement from last year, and...um...y'all didn't exactly kick my butt. So I'm good. Not thrilled, but considering the field I was playing in, I'm pleased with myself.

Hung out on the rails and watched the rest of the tourney of course, and then Joanne suggested an Sng. Well...the rest of that Stars deposit is just sitting there...and being unfullfilled from my performance - sure! So we go - Joanne, me, ephro, and ThePolemarch. 2 table 18 person $20 SnG.

I have never done a $20 SnG. Never done a 2 table SnG. Not really paying a lot of attention, being that I'm trying to get a certain someone to put down the mouse and step away from the tables, and I had just started an e-mail. But I put aside the e-mail, continue working on the certain someone, and oh yea, this SnG thing...
I didn't even pull hand histories. I was playing for the fun of it, more blogger quality time really. Having a good time chatting with ephro, Polemarch, Joanne, and continuing the blogger buzz in general. Plus, as I told Polemarch once he reached the final table, we had to prove ourselves tonight - a blogger needed to win at Stars, and oh - it was on him now, but no pressure. One hand of note, to further our contention that Poker Stars is rigged though. I had pocket 8s, and it was raised pre-flop. I called, along with Polemarch. Flop is rags...relatively harmless...but only because I put the raiser on AK, and therefore I knew he hadn't hit. So I bet it out, he calls, along with Polemarch. Turn is a King...so I do the right thing, since I know his hand, and fold. Polemarch, however, also having put him on AK, and having QQ, calls. River? 8

NotAPokerBlog: OH FOR THE LOVE OF
ThePolemarch: I knew it. . .
NotAPokerBlog: I had 8s!
NotAPokerBlog: I KNEW he had AK
ThePolemarch: Stupid call by me. . .
ThePolemarch: I knew it too.
ThePolemarch: I KNEW it.
NotAPokerBlog: DAMMIT
ThePolemarch: Just couldn't prevent myself.
NotAPokerBlog: F'in river
NotAPokerBlog: You had to call?
NotAPokerBlog: You had to make me see that???
ThePolemarch: Very sorry.
NotAPokerBlog: lol
ThePolemarch: I wish I hadn't. :P
NotAPokerBlog: so we can go home and tell ourselves, "our reads were great!"

However, I went home much earlier than he did (in the figurative sense), as he went on to take 2nd in that SnG. With my help of course...it's all about having a witty railbird. ;)

Speaking of railbirds, on my way home from class today, I was behind a truck that had a sign on it that said "stops at railroad crossings", but when I first glanced at it, I thought it said "raibird crossings". My first thought, after "I need help" was of all of us lined up at a special crosswalk of some sort, holding hands, with Pauly calling out names, checking to make sure we're all there - very cute.

All in all - had a great time last night. When's the next one? :D

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February 02, 2005

Fear (no loathing) in not quite Las Vegas

It hit me this afternoon - Y'all are gonna kick my butt...

Stopped off at the grocery store on my way home after class today, getting chili fixin's, cause it's been in the 40s all week here, and I want chili dammit. I would much rather have James Coney Island (probably only Mourn gets that refrence), but I'll have to settle for what I can make. Anyway, I had a feeling of excitement, kinda like you get when it's Super Bowl day - you know, that feeling you get when there's a big event going on, that you've been looking forward to, and you're ready for, etc.?

But then it hit me - unlike something like the Super Bowl, the people in the store had no shared experience in WPBT tournament. They probably weren't going home to anything fun (well, maybe the girl in line ahead of me buying all the booze was), and most likely if they knew what I was so excited about, would think I was nuts and/or in need of professional help. Me = dork. :)

And then it hit me - I am so gonna lose. :) Outmatched to say the least. I know that is not the right additude to take into a tournament! At the very least, I know I'll have a blast, and that's the most important thing.

I'm going in search of a mental shape-up...see you in a few hours!

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February 01, 2005

TGIF

I realize it's Tuesday.

I'm thinking more along the lines of, "Thank God It's February" - because day one has been awesome, and if the whole month continues this way...well - let's keep our fingers crossed.

Oh, it didn't start out that way really. I sat down to play this afternoon after my morning class with the intent to have fun (and hopefully make some money along the way). I know that often it's a good idea to drop down to the cheap seats when things are going rough, and truth is, I was only a $10 loss from having to move myself there permanently, so I found a .05/.10 table and set up shop. Nothing spectacular there...some fish, some very solid players, and this one player who seemed familar, but yet was acting a little fishy himself (my "mentor" has changed his game a little...gone from mouse to time bomb). But as happens at these lower levels, you get to change your own game a little...and I myself am happy with the "T" aspect of the mouse ranking...it's the "P" part that I haven't been pleased with. How I get that "A" after the flop, I'm really not sure...quite honestly, it's misplaced, I think. By that, I mean, any agression was by luck, not conscious decision.

Even at this .05/.10 table, I didn't really work on agression so much, except for a mistake on one hand when I tried to bluff one of the two other strong players at the table (aside from myself & John). [Note to self - GameTime+ is worthless if you don't pay attention to the pretty little numbers!] But obviously the point sunk in. I mean, at one point I went all in with the hammer (a little over $6) and just picked up the blinds, but was told by another player that it was a "gutsy" move. (Yes it was, and my pulse was racing the entire time because I was terrified one of you would actually call, and this would be one of the few times I didn't see a 7x2 flop at UB!)

I was also playing a .10/.25 table at the time, and getting good cards, and despite having my aces cracked by a flopped flush, made by Ad8d (didn't that just happen to me the other day???), I finished that table up $1.90.

But I finished the .05/.10 down $6.80, and I told John, that despite all the wonderful encouraging things everyone had been saying to me (esp. yours Seth, thank you)...I just didn't know if I would be back. I meant for that day, but really, a part of me was wondering what the hell was wrong...knowing that things swing, come and go, etc....but not sure if I was capable of hanging on for the ride. HDouble had just told me this morning to not worry about the losses, that it was a neccessary part of growing - I wasn't sure I could grow much more! As in...I was about to grow myself right out of a bankroll if I wasn't careful.

I did my mom/student/family stuff, then decided to hit the tables again. Considered .05/.10 again, but Daddy was at a .10/.25, and technically I was still $5 over the 300BB limit...so I went.

Now, I don't think Daddy even knows me. But again, bloggers at UB are rare. And judging from his stack, Daddy was doing well, so hey, if nothing else, I could watch and learn.

Things didn't start off good, exactly. I waited for my BB, and got 7c Qs. Not too bad for a BB hand, but see, it was raised to $1.60...and I accidently called. I was going for the check/fold button, but it changed to "call" right as I was clicking it (don't ya hate when that happens? And then oooppps....3 people call behind me. Flop comes Ac Ad 7d. Well shit. That many callers to a raise pre-flop? One of you has to have an Ace, right? I check. Everyone checks. Okay...maybe you don't... Turn is 2h, I bet $2 (I mean, I do have 2 pair), everyone folds but one. River is 5h - my lone caller has a mere 65 cents left, and I bet that, and he calls. He has Kd Td, and so I start my night off with a net pot of $8.50 - not bad for a hand I would never have played in the first place.

But I get...agressive. For those of you who have never played at UB (losers ;)) they have this lovely little "bet pot" button, that comes in very handy when you have TPTK or two pair off the flop; but there is danger, like a flush draw or straight draw...something, anything, that makes you want to just take it down right there. I began using that button the way a lot of people use the "raise minimum" button. In fact, later in the night someone made the comment that I was giving it quite the workout...as he folded. (But point noted...vary things up a bit).

I was playing my tight game as usual, but the difference for me was, if I hit the flop, I was the one in there calling the shots. In the past, I was a little calling station...my agression would come on the turn, possibly on the river, and that was only if I knew I had the nuts. That my friends, is not a long-term winning strategy, and I knew that. But I've always had a problem with doing what I knew what was best for me vs. my habits and patterns.

Agression is scary...it's easier to do when you're the big stack at the table, but even then, no one likes to lose a large chunk of change on one hand. Betting $2 into a $2 pot when you have just one pair (even if it is most likely the best hand out there at the time) is scary...because you know, that some day...someone is going to call you...that some punk is going to get tired of your perceived "chip bullying" and call you down with his A3 suited, and then runner runner you and make his flush, which is exactly what you were hoping to avoid with your agression in the first place. And a loss like that can hurt...and can make you want to give up the whole agression thing, thinking it doesn't work at all. But over the long run, it will...of course, we all know this, we have it ingrained in our skulls - the goal of every poker player is TAA - but that's so much easier said than done. It's not easy to bet your draws, hard, all the way to the river, even if they didn't hit. When I think about some of the hands I won tonight...childs play to some of you old hands I'm sure, but to me...a whole new world. And yes, you'll lose sometimes. You'll bet that draw, and get called, and it won't hit, but that's OK, because not only does it get you action on your future hands, but over the long run, your wins will still outweigh your losses.
I realize this is not news to the vast majority of you. It wasn't really "news" to me. But it wasn't something I was putting into practice. And writing it down helps. (Yes Hank...she learned. ;))

How did my night end? Well...look for yourself! ;) Let's just say that as my stack reached nearly $75, I let out a very audible sigh from my chair, and my husband Jason asked, "bad beat?". I told him no...that was a sigh of happiness/relief; that came from knowing that I did apparently know what I was doing after all.

I am very much looking forward to tomorrow night. Last time, I was a reader, and this blog was in it's infancy. It was 98% personal, 2% poker. Now, it's vice versa, and I guess I qualify as a blogger now, though I spend more time reading than I do blogging. Oh, and my tournament performance? It was lame. [Awww...my first comment from Sir! :cry: I need a tissue...] And jeez, so was my writing... Lame lame lame lame lame. My nightmare table? Iggy, Otis, Doubleas, Pauly, BadBlood, Hank, Chris, & G-Rob (we seem to be bad mojo for each other :)).

My dream table? You really have to ask??? ;)

I will warn you...I've been hitting the UB tournaments almost nightly to warm up, and I've been card dead and sucking, so watch out! I'm due for a win. :D

You haven't signed up to play?? WELL. A certain phrase comes to mind...Iggy usually uses it for those of us who don't normally play at Party...so...get thee to Poker Stars now!!

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