"Watch This"

I finally had a chance to play some damn poker last night. Unfortunately, it wasn’t in Vegas with umpteen other bloggers, but it was fun. Got an invite on the Barbie chat from his High-ness to play a penny table on Stars where slb159 and ShadowTwin were playing as well. Damn it felt good to be a gangsta. I had played a little bit earlier on Noble, but was distracted by the kids running around, two dogs, a cat, and four frogs in Grandma’s feather bed. Plus, the Kentucky heat was giving me a case of the junk-sweats, so I wasn’t all that comfortable. It was impossible to find my groove, so I turned it off after losing a buck.

So, after an afternoon and evening of potty-training my boy (fun, fun, fun), and after getting Jordan’s invite, It was a pleasure to jump onto the Stars table. I had a blast connecting with some broggers, and making a whopping thirty-six cents in about a half an hour. I was up and down, and finally got up for good on my second to the last hand when SLB raised my big-blind.

SLB’s favorite line in the chat box is, “Watch this”. Almost anytime he entered a pot, he’d type it in. He had raised my BB earlier, and I came over the top of him for fun to see what he’d do. As suspected, he didn’t really have a hand and succumbed to the awesomeness that is the Crimson Urine. After he folded, I told him not to mess with my BB, to which he replied, “Next time you’re in the BB, I’ll raise with any two”.

And he did. When the BB came around to me again, he typed, “watch this”, and raises .22 (11x the BB) on the button. I looked down and found K7o, a perfectly good hand to go to war with.

Since I knew what he was doing, I re-raised the .46 pot to .70. and he insta-called. The flop came down 5s-Kh-2h, I threw out a pot-sized bet and after thinking about it, he folded, putting me up thirty six cents for the night. SLB, don’t you NEVAH mess with my blind again, beeeeyotch. I’ll take my 9 (of clubs) and put a cap in yo ass.

Long story short, it was fun as hell to get back on the tables, sling some micro-chips, go to war, and meet some new bloggers.

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In other news, we’re not taking the land that my parents offered us. After we discussed it, the only thing that was really tempting (to me, anyway) was tee-dub’s invitation to Iggy’s homegame. And it’s still tempting. Well, that and the free land. All in all, though, I’m not sure I could live down here. The land is beautiful, the people are friendly, the pace of things is slower, and the cost of living is lower. But it just doesn’t feel like home. There's nothing here that calls out to me in the least. It would be nice not to have icicles hanging off my testicles in January, though.

My sister is due with her third child (three under three, yo. Yikes) in five days, but they may induce her today because of blood pressure issues. If so, we’re leaving tomorrow instead of Thursday as planned. My parents will be uber busy taking care of her other two kids, while she and her husband adjust to the new arrival.

Which means no Harrah’s poker room for me. Which I really, really wanted to do. In Metropolis, yo. Home of motherfucking SUPERMAN. They’ve got a statue of him in the town square, for God’s sake. Can’t get much better than that. Except maybe the WPBT Summer Classic in Vegas…I’m not bitter or jealous that I’m not there, not at all. Fuckers.

It’ll be nice to get somewhat back to reality in Wisconsin later this week, when I can blog with some sort of regularity, read more blogs in my bloglines, and actually try to play some longer stretches of poker.