Life Sucks and then..
I think Poker likes me. Ya, I really do. You see it wouldn’t take so much time trying to fuck me if it did not really like me a lot. It is trying to break me so badly that I will not care about any poker hand/session. I will just play my allotted hour or two, either win or lose, and shut it down. Well screw you Poker! I am stubborn too!
So in case you have not gotten the point Poker still is kicking me in the nuts. I think .50/1 is driving me slowly insane. I mean I like when people call me to the river with the 3rd pair, but do they have to river trips every single time? Cmon, can’t we get a two pair once in a while?
At least I have been good about playing less. Not that this has helped me yet. I busted out my final $75 at Empire, so now I am a one-site wonder. I got about $90 at Party Poker and after that I am out. One thing I am proud about, instead of calling the bitch who rivered her trip 2’s a fucking cock sucking whore bag slut, I just grinned and took it up the ass like a real man. Or something like that. Next fun date: Friday night. Not sure what I want to play. I might try and hit the Blogger tables if they kick up. Might as well have fun losing my money.
I think people who know nothing about Poker have more fun playing it. We “pro’
s” tend to think our AA deserves to win when we raise it pre-flop. At least I do. It makes the A4 spiking his trip 4’s on the river a little more painful. If I was oblivious to the odds and did not feel I was entitled to win more than the person who sees 95% of the flops I think I would be happier. If I was a Poker Retard I would be blissfully happy. Oh well. Life sucks. Deal.
** UPDATE: I almost forgot. I finished a pathetic 52nd in the Poker tourney. Better than most of the Bloggers! Do you not have any pride! However far short of anything nearing even the bubble. Oh well.