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· verb; the poker diaries 06.16.04 I'm obsessed with Texas Hold 'em. Poker is a cruel and seductive mistress, but she is also a profitable one so I find myself heeding her call more often than I should. When I'm not devouring books by Brunson, Caro, Cloutier, Malmuth and McEvoy, I'm playing freeroll tournaments on TruePoker, spending cash in no limit games at PokerStars and limit games on PartyPoker. When I'm not doing that, I'm planning game theory strategies for a regular Thursday night game I attend, memorizing odds and running through hands and possible outcomes in my head. I play poker in my dreams. ----------- I wrote the above over on the regular sheverb, plus one or two more poker related entries before I decided to pull them off and start a (god I hate to use the term) poker blog. (The word blog is creeping me right the fuck out. I was here BEFORE BLOGS! I'm an ONLINE JOURNAL! I have LITERARY MERIT! I also have a lot of nerve. Merit. Of the literary sort. Me. Ha!) You see, none of my regular readers give a hoot about poker and any potential poker readers don't give a hoot about the rest of me. It makes sense to separate them out. It's like how you don't have a party and invite your friends from the Great Books reading group and your friends with whom you might indulge in too much red wine and maybe substances that, quite frankly, ought to be decriminalized. It's like having a Twinkie with your creamed spinach from The Berghoff. They don't mix. Hey, I love you both. Regular reader, you've stuck with me through some of the dorkiest and most humiliating moments of my life. You've been there through the ass trouble and that time where I did that thing. You helped me quit smoking and held my hand when my father died. I didn't mention it much, but you were also there for me when my marriage failed. And you, new poker reader? I love you too. Even though I don't know you personally, I've read your blogs (and I'm not mocking the term, I use it with endearment, honest) religiously. I follow your ups and downs. I cheer you on when you're on that rush and god help me, my heart breaks a little when some of you feel like giving it all up. Anyway. For better or worse, I'm married to poker. This is part where I start writing about it.
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