At least I have this to cheer me up:
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
life tilt
I'm sick and tired and grumpy. I should not play poker like this...ever. Down two SNGs and a full buy-in at PLOHL. Bah.
At least I have this to cheer me up:
At least I have this to cheer me up:
Friday, October 03, 2008
Feeling the felt again
I started getting butterflies shortly after dinner. I looked at the digital clock on the DVR as Banky fast-forwarded through the commercials on an episode of last week’s Poker After Dark.
7:18
“Is there money upstairs?” I asked. “Because I don’t have any on me.”
“Yes.” Banky replied. “I monied last week, remember?”
Right.
7:26
“What time should I leave?”
Banky looked at me like I had just sprouted a 2nd head.
“It’s 5 minutes away. Leave 5 minutes before you want to get there.”
Right. Of course.
The butterflies continued, and I started to feel silly. I’ve played more poker than I can remember. This was just a small game. The Thursday league. I’ve played with these guys over 100 times. Why was I feeling so nervous?
I had been looking forward to this night ever since Banky and I decided that we would rejoin the league after a one season absence. By alternating weeks, one of us would be able to play while the other stays home with little Tartwell.
But despite my anticipation – or perhaps because of it – I was a bundle of nerves.
Luckily, the nerves dissipated as soon as I walked into the home of the league director. Before I even saw anyone, I heard familiar voices and the riffle of chips. As I rounded the corner I was greeted with big smiles and a handshake. “Welcome back! You’re in seat 8”
And so it began.
I played average poker and finished 7th, but had a great time doing it.
Three months and nary a chip nor a card graced my hands. In the throes of new motherhood I lost many parts of myself - sitting at a poker table reminded me of an old part of me. A part I liked, a part I missed.
I'm back and boy does it ever feel good.
7:18
“Is there money upstairs?” I asked. “Because I don’t have any on me.”
“Yes.” Banky replied. “I monied last week, remember?”
Right.
7:26
“What time should I leave?”
Banky looked at me like I had just sprouted a 2nd head.
“It’s 5 minutes away. Leave 5 minutes before you want to get there.”
Right. Of course.
The butterflies continued, and I started to feel silly. I’ve played more poker than I can remember. This was just a small game. The Thursday league. I’ve played with these guys over 100 times. Why was I feeling so nervous?
I had been looking forward to this night ever since Banky and I decided that we would rejoin the league after a one season absence. By alternating weeks, one of us would be able to play while the other stays home with little Tartwell.
But despite my anticipation – or perhaps because of it – I was a bundle of nerves.
Luckily, the nerves dissipated as soon as I walked into the home of the league director. Before I even saw anyone, I heard familiar voices and the riffle of chips. As I rounded the corner I was greeted with big smiles and a handshake. “Welcome back! You’re in seat 8”
And so it began.
I played average poker and finished 7th, but had a great time doing it.
Three months and nary a chip nor a card graced my hands. In the throes of new motherhood I lost many parts of myself - sitting at a poker table reminded me of an old part of me. A part I liked, a part I missed.
I'm back and boy does it ever feel good.
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