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Skipping past Writober and Nanoblomo . . ? Shit, I dunno. I'm as bored as you are.


Tuesday, October 10, 2006

When the KKK Would’ve Been Good to Have

I play poker semi-regularly with three different groups of people. There’s the family game, which is fairly low stakes and easy to predict; I’m not the strongest player there, but I’ve doubled my money two of the past three times playing with them. Then there’s a game I’m new to, run by the wife of the guy who cuts my hair; played two tournaments with that group, finishing third out of eight and, like, ninth out of 12 . . . still have some figuring to do with them (er, obviously). But the most challenging group is the one that convenes every couple weeks at Mr. Glory Hole’s house.

Now they regularly play on Thursdays when Michelle has band practice, so I don’t get to play with them very often. And when I do, it’s always a leaps-and-bounds departure from the LAST time I played with them.

Anyway, I played with them this past Thursday because the Girls weren’t practicing. I bought in for my usual $25, while everyone else seems to be buying in for about $40. Early on, I held my own, getting some good cards and winning a couple decent pots. And then some more people showed up (including Aggressive-Player Couple) and it was mostly downhill from there.

How about the hand I lost $15 or $20 on? (I was playing an offsuit Anna Kournikova, and paired both on the flop. I was also on a flush draw. Big bets [not all mine] chased other players out, so it was me and the APC-male. He KNEW I was on a draw for the nut flush [with the ace of the flush-to-be suit], but before the River, I made a too-small bet which he thought about and called. The River? A 10, and not of the suit I needed. That [unbeknownst to me] gave him a set of 10s, which he used to take down my two pair. Ouch.)

My last hand wasn’t quite as dramatic, but I was forced to go all in with my pocket kings. Not a bad position to be in, except I was beaten by a guy with pocket 8s and an 8 on the board. There was no third king for me.

So, I was the first one out. Again. I told Michelle I’m not sure I’m cut out for that game anymore. But analyzing my downfall, it’s clear that my problem is timing my bets better, being more aggressive with my bets, and not always slow-playing good hands.


In other, less poker-y news, I love how the GOP and their supporters are screaming (to anyone who will listen) that the Democrats had the info on this Mark Foley page-seducing saga and leaked it to gain an advantage in the Mid-Term Elections. C’mon, Fatty Limbaugh, you KNOW how short the electorate’s attention span is (e.g., your dittohead listeners). Don’ t you think (probably not) that the Dems would be smart enough to wait until, like, a WEEK before the election before leaking that info to ABC?

I gotta say, I’m reading Jeffrey Toobin’s Too Close to Call right now, and I keep hoping there’s a different ending. Because the “election” of 2000 will go down as the turning point in our nation’s history. In a very, very bad way. Seriously, in 25 years, historians will look back and say that THAT stolen election was the first domino.

And speaking of certain anihilation, how about “Heroes?” Holy motherfuck, I’ve been blogging all about it within Erika’s comments. I CAN’T. BE. STOPPED.

shaken and poured by Scott-san on 10/10 at 04:04 PM
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There's no "I" in threesome.


I can't remember whether I've seen anything new since my birthday. Oh, right, that one.


I was hoping for a little more detail in the accounts of mauling-by-zombie. But the anecdotes were disturbing, nonetheless..


I don't have a solid grasp on which exact cheap beers I had at the ATL watering holes.