Ow ow ow ow - can there be any stronger message that it's just not in the stars?:
Me: Pocket Aces and raise.
Bill Rini: Goes in with K-Q.
BDidde (who are you?): Pushed (had me covered) with pocket Nines.
Me: Of course I call.
Board: T 4 J 7 9
That was a pounding - but it's a quickly fading wound made better by G-Rob's crooning. Sing to me, baby, sing to me.
Congratulations to Joe for a stellar win and keeping it in the blogger family. A ginormous thanks to the Iggster for getting this - and all - the WPBT WSOP events on the map!
Here are some good things that have been happening poker-wise:
Cherokee-Tulsa
Posted two winning evenings at the $4/8 tables. The best thing, though, was this kid in the 9s on the second night. When he left the table I commented it was nice playing with him, he said something back which I didn't quite hear. "What?" I asked. He came around and whispered in my ear "When you have a hand, you look at your chips. That's a tell." His demeanor and tone was nothing but respect. Somehow I'd earned it from him that night.
T-Bird-Norman
I've managed to do in just about a month's time what it took nearly 2 years (yes, that's right, she said "2 years") to do grinding it out online, working up from the penny tables to $2/4. I love live poker.
KC (not real name) Friday night at the $3/6 table - we went head to head on a hand that had me taking his case chips when my full house beat his. A round faced young man with a dimpled smile bright enough to light up the dark side of the moon, we were bantering with each other after each bet and raise. Down to his last 3 chips he said "Aww, gimme a break.......and back off!" - all tongue in cheek, to which I answered by putting him all in. I showed my cards for the win and he groaned, "I at least deserve a hug." He came around the table to me and I gave him a big hug. He hung on the rail a little while longer, needling me good naturedly. A sweet guy and a good sport.
Saturday I sat between a large, red-eyed, "good-ol-boy" on my left and on my right, what can only be described as someone who got dressed for Vegas in 1967 and hasn't changed his wardrobe or hair-style since. He'd been at my table the night before, quiet and losing. What puts these guys on my "good things in poker" list is that both of these guys were polite enough to offer to get me a cup of coffee each time they got up to get one for themselves. Gentlemen, disguised as a red-neck and a casino bum.
I love live poker.
