Bah. I almost made a clean sweep of tonight's trio of friendly poker tournaments. My hopes for a trifecta were shattered when B., after much deliberation, called my substantial bet into two jacks on the turn. He thought, as I hoped, that I had made trip jacks, but called because my bet was quick enough to suggest that I wanted him to think that ( Read more... )

( Poker was a roller coaster last night. )

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Despite ending a four game winning streak, my second place on Friday meant that I have finished in the final two in the last seven games I have played and am currently winning 41% of my tournaments.

Cool, but not cold. Misting, but not raining. Silent and gray.

This is a day built for a couch, a blanket and a boyfriend.
When all the players checked out after my fourth consecutive win, A., S. and I decided to play a highly questionable three-person tournament. I ended up heads up against one of the worst players in our game, but lost 90% ( Read more... )

The more times I reread yesterday's post, the stronger my conviction that I should have just pushed all-in with my two-pair. Of course, if that bastard had turned up a set, I would be making preparations for seppuku right now.

I made a second pass at the Sunday cash game last night, approaching it with a plan and succeeding in my goal. With an uncomfortable ten players squeezed around a table built for seven, I tightened my play up dramatically and managed get into it with the best hand in every case except one (where I foolishly lost nearly fifty bucks calling the same ( Read more... )

In our home tournaments, I am currently:

• winning 40% of the games I play
  
• up $95 for the year
  
• averaging final two
  
• holding a 17 point lead
  
• tied with A. for having knocked 17 opponents out of play
  
• more than twice as likely to knock A. out of a tournament as he is me
  
• golden

Poker is such a beautiful game, particularly when one is on a hot streak ( Read more... )