Hope all you working blokes had a great weekend! Mine was great. I spent two days reconnecting with some friends of the family; our dads were best friends and each had property on the same lake (opposite ends of the lake or I doubt they'd have been friends long). We'd only really seen each other at funerals, but it was like no time had passed at all. It was a fun few days, filled with swimming, campfires, burnt marshmallows and cold beer.
But it was also bittersweet. The ghosts of our parents and the echos of those long ago summers were everywhere. The word Excelsior (onwards and upwards according to dad) scratched into the cement of the foundation. The joke fishing lures that my dad made for their dad out of beer cans are mounted and hanging over the fireplace. The little paddleboat my dad bought for my mother just before she became ill is lying upturned in the overgrown weeds at what is now my stepmother's place, the handpainted "Mrs. G." flaking away. For the most part, everything at the lake looks the same, yet it's all so incredibly different.
Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose.
Poker content:
Played the ten cent MTT on Stars last night. What a fabulous way to purge the donkey from your play and generally goof off! Call an all in with 37 off? Sure! And suckout totally. At one point I was 39th of 1600+; mostly as a result of playing as randomly as I could and clicking the buttons with my eyes closed. Can't get much more donkariffic than that.
I let that slide when I played a $10 x 18 SnG on stars with the Loud One. With the donkette personality sated, I played pretty tight and ended up HU with LO. The HU didn't last long, as she quickly crumbled before my poker prowess.
Ummm. Yeah. Something like that.
Pimpage:
The Lord Admiral boys have invited/snagged/comandeered/blackmailed Iggy into being on their latest podcast, Card Club Radio #81. It's a good listen - you'll find out what irks the Blogfather and how uber posts started. But after listening I'm left with one burning question - how can one so tiny have such a deep voice?
But it was also bittersweet. The ghosts of our parents and the echos of those long ago summers were everywhere. The word Excelsior (onwards and upwards according to dad) scratched into the cement of the foundation. The joke fishing lures that my dad made for their dad out of beer cans are mounted and hanging over the fireplace. The little paddleboat my dad bought for my mother just before she became ill is lying upturned in the overgrown weeds at what is now my stepmother's place, the handpainted "Mrs. G." flaking away. For the most part, everything at the lake looks the same, yet it's all so incredibly different.
Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose.
Poker content:
Played the ten cent MTT on Stars last night. What a fabulous way to purge the donkey from your play and generally goof off! Call an all in with 37 off? Sure! And suckout totally. At one point I was 39th of 1600+; mostly as a result of playing as randomly as I could and clicking the buttons with my eyes closed. Can't get much more donkariffic than that.
I let that slide when I played a $10 x 18 SnG on stars with the Loud One. With the donkette personality sated, I played pretty tight and ended up HU with LO. The HU didn't last long, as she quickly crumbled before my poker prowess.
Ummm. Yeah. Something like that.
Pimpage:
The Lord Admiral boys have invited/snagged/comandeered/blackmailed Iggy into being on their latest podcast, Card Club Radio #81. It's a good listen - you'll find out what irks the Blogfather and how uber posts started. But after listening I'm left with one burning question - how can one so tiny have such a deep voice?
Yah, I totally saw you and Loud playing the rest of your final table. All taking-all-the-chips and stuff. :)
Oddly enough, after my horrible outing in my $10 SnG, I played in a .10/.25 NLHE cash game, and after donking off about half my starting stack... Waffles decides to plunk himself down next to me. 'Twas a night of Blogger tourney run-ins.