All The Other Poker Bloggers Went To Vegas And All I Got Were These Lousy Cards
I fully expect that virtually nobody will read this within the next couple of days, since all y'all are partaking in the bacchanal that is BloggerFest '05 (Vol. I?). Congrats to the newest WPBT champeen - I'd embed a link there but I don't want to spoil the surprise for anyone who's not yet in the know. Suffice it to say I am tickled. SoCal poker blogger kung fu roolz. I have been playing very little. No live play at all, and just a few disheartening online limit sessions that have put a small but discernable dent in the econo-car that is my bankroll. Also a rag-fest at the Morongo casino's 6-12 game that deserves a writeup if only as a cautionary tale on playing aggressively against the any-two-cards crowd. But that's for another post. It's 4:30 in the morning; while most of you are drunk/passed out/hypnotized by a slot machine, I'm just attempting to cure my insomnia by writing a really dull post, then reading it over and over again until my brain shuts out the lights for what little remains of the night. If that doesn't work, I'm sure my overeager TiVo has recorded some numbing pap that'll have me snoring peacefully on the couch in a fraction of an hour. Remember, be careful out there. Vegas is no place to be without your wingman.