I think I'm a virgin again.
It's been that long.
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I played the Weekly Wheatie Tuesday evening. My apologies to Iakaris for summarily taking him out. I had a nice Shakespearean quote for him waiting in the wings, but I got whisked to another table. Just fer grins, here 'tis:
The elements, of whom your swords are tempered, may as well wound the loud winds or with bemocked at stabs kill the still closing waters as diminish one dowel that's in my plume!
It's my favorite line from The Tempest. I enjoyed the hell out of saying it each performance. I thought he'd appreciate it.
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No. I'm just single.
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I did ok in the Wheatie. I was a bit of a card rack, however my stats did reflect solid, conservative playing. My flop percentage was around 15% and I won better than half of the showdowns. I paid attention to position and made a concerted effort to put my table mates on hands.
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And I'm picky.
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A couple of bad calls and suckouts got me shortstacked toward final table time. At the final table I was decimated and down to T-240. I miraculously worked that up to around 8K briefly, pushing in and in and in and in.
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The good ones are married or gay.
Trite but true.
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Finally, pocket tens went down to pocket queens.
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See?
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Is poker a metaphor for life?
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Hmm.
Perhaps I need to loosen up my opening standards. Pay attention to position and put my hands on my table-mates. Or not. I'm really kinda aiming for the bracelet, you know. Metaphorically speaking.
But. A nice big, juicy pot might just do in a pinch.
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I placed 8th.
