March 6, 2005
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Twelve angry hours…
Well, I had plans to go out to some party after Saturday afternoon poker, but fate, had other plans.
Started off as a full cash game.
I started off okay. Going up thirty or so. I even held out a long time without buying back. But luck would not have it go my way. Soon enough, I skydived right into fifty in the hole, then seventy.
At this point, I had a decision to make. Live with this sorry loss, and go out and party, or keep it going all night.
I think we all know where that was heading: one more buy back, being in for 100 big ones.
And the luck came back for a bit, I turned that thirty into sixty, from down 100, I was now down only 40.
That’s when we convinced the peeps that were leaving to play a tournament for twenty. Eight of us would go head to head for 120 smackers.
And lady fortuna, with her undiscriminating turning wheel would suddenly push me out of the water, and into the lucky stratosphere that I know and love. I got jacks three times and they never got cracked. I basically just owned it with the axiom that has started to define my style of play: sometimes its better to be lucky than good.
First there were four.
Then three.
Then I won it all, bitches!
Sean, someone who pays his bills with poker online gets second.
Bombus is third.
Then sean and john and I (with dave sometimes), played three way tournaments until six in the morning. John, in a string of terrible hands, lost every tourney first.
At one point, I called an all in that I should not have, only having twos, and busted hisbluffing ass. That was his type of night.
Poker, what have you done to me.
You have made me 175 dollars richer on the record.
