Sometimes you're the suckor, sometimes you're the suckee.
I managed to finish up the last of my most recent batch of library books* tonight so that they can be returned only three days overdue. Having accomplished the evening's goal, I set sail on the choppy waters of Party Poker.
Things immediately turned to suck, as I managed to get rivered three times in succession, losing twice when my flopped two pair was counterfeited on the river and a third time when those stupid pocket rockets were cracked by a rivered set of 8s. Yes, sir, you did also have a gutshot straight draw, but is chasing with third pair really advisable? Nice hand anyway.
Oh, well. For whatever reason the poker gods then decided to show a little mercy, and I recouped the entire 20 BB loss plus a few bucks. I'm just pleased as can be by the fact that I didn't go on massive tilt for a change.
Perhaps reading about people who don't have the luxury of luxury produced a sense of calm. Or perhaps I'm drunk. I suppose I'm going to have to rule out the latter, given a complete abstinance from booze the last week or so. So I'll go with having a little perspective on things for a change.
And just when you think I'm going to zig, I'm going to zag. Zag back into the self-indulgent junk that pervades this blog. Let's do the rest of the weekend in review.
I purchased a TV antenna (cost: about 1 week's cable bill) so that I could watch the U.S. Open on Saturday. It was worth it -- I now get at least 2 (and possibly as many as four) channels, plus having golf on the background is ideal for a long nap. I caught the last couple holes on Sunday after playing a round at the local course with the Father's Day honorees. I suppose that anyone who bet on Michael Campbell made a mint.
As an additional "benefit" of the new teevee equipment, I got to watch the Pistons blow it in Game 5. Really, I would have been far, far better off not watching.
And then what do you know, it's the beginning of another week.
Crap.
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* Last read was "A Continent For The Taking", a memoir of reporting on Africa by a writer from the New York Times. From this, you can conclude many things. For one, I have odd taste in reading material. I believe about the last eight books I've read (or should that be the eight books I've read this month?) have all been about faraway places I'll most certainly never see. For another, you may conclude that the local outfit isn't exactly the Library of Congress. It isn't, but it's not bad.
1 comment:
>> Yes, sir, you did also have a gutshot straight draw, but is chasing with third pair really advisable? Nice hand anyway.
Ugh - I can't tell you how many times that goes through my head. And when I factor in the degree to which I kick myself every time I give an opponent too much credit for understanding odds etc. it becomes absolutely painful.
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