Easter weekend

Not a terrible weekend of poker. I mean I've lost live and all. The weekend began actually clear back on Thursday night, when after returning home after the Eagles drawing (and another war declaration against the accursed Jack Daniels.) I for some unknown reason opted to log on to Sportsbook.com and play some poker. I know, drunk and poker don't mix. Well I bought in on two .05/.10 NLHE tables and turned $29.xx in my account into $47-ish. Go figure, and no it's not plausible that they were actually drunker than I was. Then, the following evening found me venturing over to the Shuman cash game. He had two tables running. My table predominantly was calling for Omaha. I obliged and was only able to tread water. I finally donked it all off to Russell, when I missed my flush draw and lost two his flopped two pair which he subsequently turned into a straight. Go figure. Didn't really matter, I had a good time anyhow.

My eye was bothering me though... really bothering me. When I got home, and finally took off the sunglasses, it was bright red, and was beginning to feel like I had taken sand paper to it. I took some pills and went to bed. I awoke this morning to my eye being very nearly matted shut. Big Red immediately insisted that I get my dumb ass to Quick Care. Turned out to be my quickest visit ever. A few pokes and prods, 3 prescriptions, including eye drop anti-biotics and some other oral antibiotics and I guess I'm on the road to recovery. The meds kept me away from alcoholic consumption for the remainder of the weekend.

Flash forward beyond the day at Teresa's aunt's house for an early Easter Egg Hunt and dinner, and then we end up over at JR's for the PartyLite (Candles) party, which we actually missed followed by a cash game which then morphed into a Tourney. Early on, I was doing okay and hit some enormous hands, and thought I was cruising on to the top spot. I made it to the final table of 8. Then disaster and rising blinds struck. From late position I look down at A-10os, and just opt to call. I flop Aces and 10's, and shove out a 3/4 pot size bet, and get an all-in raise from Vince. I call, for like a total of around $1,000. He shows his A-Q. The turn turns nightmarish for me when a Q drops. Ouch... But I'm still okay, just have to bide my time, and wait.

The blinds continue up and at the 300/600 mark, it's getting pricey, and starting to smart a little. Vince, ends up getting spanked hard by the little lady to my right, and exits the tourney. I'm beginning to see garbage hands, and little more, but I'm watching the same said lass morph into an absolute calling station, and she along with a couple others are just tripling people up to the point that now I'm the frackin' short stack. Scratch frackin' insert fuckin'. I start shoving all-in over the top and steal a couple of hands. BUT, I zigged one last time when I shoulda zagged, and ran smack dab into the lady again, when she flopped top pair, w/King kicker. Yeah, see ya cheer_dad, and oh by the way you just bubbled. Still okay, I'm tired, sober, and ready to go home. Big Red's already migrated to the Eagles again, and a little slot play. As I leave JR's I call her to see what's what, and if I'm supposed to pick her up, just as she's telling me she's UP on the machines, some fucking douchebag nearly T-Bones me at a 4-way stop. I was stopped... he failed to even brake. I slammed on the brakes, swerved, and swore profusely and in that order! Okay now tilt hits. I think sailors somewhere blushed. Still no collission though, so I guess that's a plus.

Now I'm at home waiting to pick up Big Red in a minute and felt inspired to share all the above with you all. Hope you like the cute bunny in honor of Easter above. But really it's just a dedication to myself for being such a poker idiot.

On a lighter note though, Happy Easter, and I hope the candy rots all of our teeth! See you all again, and all-in soon.

Regards,

cheer_dad