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· verb; the poker diaries 02.05.05 Harrah's Casino, New Orleans I still suck at poker. I haven't updated much, in part because I haven't played all that often as of late, and in part because I so royally suck. I had a good run when I started playing poker last year. I did fairly well at home games, home tourneys and online. But somewhere along the way, I stopped reading, stopped remembering and just, I guess, stopped caring. Life kinda gets in the way like that. I found myself at Harrah's in New Orleans just before Mardi Gras as a present from my soon to be ex-husband. Just typing that feels wrong and horrible and is the reason I stopped updating any of my sites. But that story is for sheverb. The Harrah's Trip is for the Poker Diaries. Against my better judgement, I sat down at a $3/6 no limit table. I had a copy of Winning Low Limit Hold'em by Lee Jones with me, but I didn't really read it. Just skimmed some of the early chapters. My confidence was low because I had busted out on PartyPoker at the end of the year and wasn't doing well in the home games. My bankroll was right around $0 when I dropped the first $100. And I dropped that $100, knowing that I would lose it. Do you want to know why? Because I had actually talked myself into believing that I was spending that money on a poker lesson. Can you believe that shit? The things people tell themselves in order to play poker. The game was looser than what I had seen at the Hard Rock in Tampa. People who claimed to be veteran players at my table were busting out over and over again, bitter about the loose callers and dead money. Somehow, they didn't seem to realize that THEY were the dead money. Time and time again the made straight would lose to the suck out flush and the made flush would lose to the suck out full house. It was just unreal. I nearly felt proud simply by making my $100 last as long as it did. Close to 8 hours in all. I won't tell you about what happened after I busted out and put $20 in a slot machine and won $40 in 30 seconds. No. I'll keep that to myself. Then I left to drink Hurricanes, watch parades and catch beads. That's pretty much all New Orleans is good for. Previous Poker Game - Next Poker Game
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