Jesus, there are 2239 folks signed up for the PokerStars Blogger tournament tomorrow. To put that in perspective…you’d need someone smarter than me. Sorry, I’m pretty beat. Long, fun night last night, and it’s hot out and I’m tired. After getting home last night I figured I’d play a little poker until I felt ready…
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That’s one question I forgot to ask Iggy after he mentioned in his latest uberpost that he’d visited Kennywood Park. When you go on rides there you have to be taller than various wooden cutouts of various park mascots, and Mr. Jeeters is the one that always stymies the kids who think they’re all done…
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I was going to write a long post about the hackjob the New York Times Magazine did about online poker. It’s your typical cautionary tale, about how one college kid lost his mind playing poker and therefore we degenerate-wannabees need to be protected for our own good. This kind of crap really gets me steamed…
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I’d wager there are a lot of people in England saying prayers for Wayne Rooney’s foot this Sunday. Messeurs Owen and Crouch did not exactly sparkle against Paraguay, and as their only other option up front is a 17-year-old who has zilcho experience, England’s hopes pretty rest on how well the scaffolding in Rooney’s foot…
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I indulged myself this weekend. With it raining outside and the house fairly clean, I played a ton of poker. More poker than I’ve played in a long time. SNGs, a tournament, and about 4 hours of micro NL action last night. I was up until 2AM, to show how hard-core I am. I think…
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Played 3 SNGs on this lazy day, placed 2nd, 2nd, and 1st. During the first one I lost my goddam DSL connection for like 10 minutes and thought I’d be blinded to nothing. I get back in, see that I’m holding AJ without a lot of chips left, and shove. Got heads up with A-10…
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After 2 SNGs with the usual ups and downs and a tiny profit booked I decided to play a little $5 one before going to bed. After donking off a third of my chips I tread water until the blinds are high and I need to take a stand. Under the gun I’m dealt pocket…
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It’s hard for me to believe that it was two years ago I was laid off from my previous job. Doesn’t seem possible that 730 days and nights have passed since the last time I made the 50-minute drive out to Coraopolis, which is, uh, 50 minutes from my house. Before I started working out…
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