is that it's always feeding time. I'm getting to be pretty deadly at hold 'em, but it remains to be seen who's going to be killed first. Time is already gone, and if anybody's money is next, it won't be mine if I have anything to say about it.
I invested in three books on the subject (as a way of justifying the expenditure, I told myself I'd be staying at home reading instead of hitting the casinos), and they've already paid for themselves. Just a few tweaks here and there have made me 30% more lethal. I trounced 32 people at Sticks on Saturday night, winning another $90 tab, making it $170 from that bar alone over the last two weeks. Then I went to a home game, but was late getting there, on account of one of the people I was carpooling with had to win the second tournament at Sticks. So I played pool with my designated driver for a while, and neither of us earned any bragging rights from those matches. We both see pool as a way to kill time between poker tournaments.
Anyway, it was well into the first tournament when we arrived, and they wouldn't let us buy in, so we had to wait another 90 minutes or so, and by the time the second round got going, everybody was too tired to play well. Several people went all-in way too early, but I wasn't in a position to profit on those hands, leaving me heads up with the guy whose house I was at, with him having a 7 to one chip lead against me. This was about 2:30 AM, and everybody was putting pressure on me to end the game quickly, and that put me on what they call "tilt," which means I lost focus. This was a winner-take-all match (although the first match ended in the first two places splitting the pot), and, not being the winner, I took none. But it was a good time anyway.
Then yesterday I had a huge lead at On the Rocks (almost 8 to 1 against the next highest stack), with 5 of us left in the tournament. Then I started talking to the blonde next to me, and the next thing I knew, I was the short stack. I can't complain, though.
On the ballroom front, I'm getting the hang of Lindy hop, and learning which girls aren't worth the trouble to dance with. Some mean girls hurt my feelings, though.
I invested in three books on the subject (as a way of justifying the expenditure, I told myself I'd be staying at home reading instead of hitting the casinos), and they've already paid for themselves. Just a few tweaks here and there have made me 30% more lethal. I trounced 32 people at Sticks on Saturday night, winning another $90 tab, making it $170 from that bar alone over the last two weeks. Then I went to a home game, but was late getting there, on account of one of the people I was carpooling with had to win the second tournament at Sticks. So I played pool with my designated driver for a while, and neither of us earned any bragging rights from those matches. We both see pool as a way to kill time between poker tournaments.
Anyway, it was well into the first tournament when we arrived, and they wouldn't let us buy in, so we had to wait another 90 minutes or so, and by the time the second round got going, everybody was too tired to play well. Several people went all-in way too early, but I wasn't in a position to profit on those hands, leaving me heads up with the guy whose house I was at, with him having a 7 to one chip lead against me. This was about 2:30 AM, and everybody was putting pressure on me to end the game quickly, and that put me on what they call "tilt," which means I lost focus. This was a winner-take-all match (although the first match ended in the first two places splitting the pot), and, not being the winner, I took none. But it was a good time anyway.
Then yesterday I had a huge lead at On the Rocks (almost 8 to 1 against the next highest stack), with 5 of us left in the tournament. Then I started talking to the blonde next to me, and the next thing I knew, I was the short stack. I can't complain, though.
On the ballroom front, I'm getting the hang of Lindy hop, and learning which girls aren't worth the trouble to dance with. Some mean girls hurt my feelings, though.
