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Because I was the owner of the game and I had previous poker plans for Saturday night, I grudgingly agreed to play Twilight Imperium from 10 AM - 7 PM Saturday and, given its tendency to run between ten to fourteen hours, resume the game Sunday from 1 PM until the bitter end ( Read more... )

I realized, upon the 12:30 am departure of my friends, that I love poker because those three to five hours of play are one of the few times I truly forget about work.

I was in the zone again last night, playing well but also getting cards ( Read more... )

Tonight marks day one of two straight days of poker.

This wasn't even my idea.

I swear.

I've been running exceedingly hot at poker lately. Last weekend, I won three games in a row. Tonight, even though I only won one, I went heads up in all three. I was stealing as many pots as I was getting good cards. On more than one occasion, my scary-accurate reads actually unsettled my opponent, causing him to rethink his subsequent bets ( Read more... )

Lately, I have developed the crackpot conviction that my luck has taken a turn for the better ( Read more... )

Poker has been a trainwreck in 2008. My head and/or heart just hasn't been in it. I don't take it seriously enough to psyche myself up, study or practice before games. I still love to play, but I also have house chores, workplace drama and a rapidly atrophying musculature to attend to ( Read more... )

Poker is like a fat cock - irresistible but hard to swallow.