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Poker Lost, Lost Won

I lost the Mookie when I got fancy with 27o on a 256 board and ran into Katitude's 77. Who plays crap cards like 77! Fonkeys!

Luckily, this was only 30 minutes into the game and wifey Kim just got off of the phone with her friend, so we settled into some DVR'ed commercial-free Lost. And what a Lost it is! I predicted the twist fairly early (I'm cool like that), but it was still pulled off excellently. I can't wait for next week when Sawyer confronts Juliette. And let me just add, Fuck Jack. I mean, really. What a fucknut.

But lest I become a Lost blog, I'll curtail the recap. I have to finish, though, by stating that Lost should've had this whole storyline happen last season and skip the whole Ben the prisoner, Tallies thing, which turned to nothing anyway after all the Tallies died (good riddance). At least the pacing is back on track after two throwaway episodes involving Hurley's magic bus and two characters who no one cared about anyway. I'm starting to have faith that the show is actually planned out again, instead of put together on the fly. The fact that the flashback from last night wasn't pre-island helped too. Let's be real, folks. We've all seen enough of the character's pre-island life, so its time to ditch the flashbacks or keep them on the island.

And guess what? That's all you get for today. No more poker talk. No nothing. Because work is driving me up the fooking wall, I barely played last night (and when I did, I sucked), and I don't plan to play again until Sunday. SoxLover is oh so gently encouraging me to throw a home game on Sunday, and I'd be down for it if it weren't for all the effort involved in these things. But, hey, if you are in the NYC area and might be interested, shoot me a comment or an email.

Here is some parting, exciting news. It looks like being in the Capital of the World is paying off once again. I look forward to seeing TripJax in the City that Never Sleeps (or Showers...pig) on Monday or Tuesday for some good ole fashioned Salami poker! I'll leave you with something I use to do in every post, taking a movie quote and bastardizing it with poker terms:

Choose Online. Choose a site. Choose a screenname. Choose an avatar. Choose a fucking big television, choose internet searches, porn, iTunes downloads and YouTube clips. Choose good bonuses, low exposure, and multitables. Choose low limit. Choose no limit. Choose your table. Choose playing pantless with unwashed hair. Choose a dual monitor setup on hire purchase in a range of fucking resolutions. Choose FTP and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday night. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing suckouts, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable MTT, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you donked your roll to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose online... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose online. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got live poker?

Until next time, make mine poker!

posted by Jordan @ 12:43 PM,

3 Comments:

At 4:12 PM, Blogger Alceste said...

If it's Sunday, I would be interested (and likely on the PATH with Soxlover on the way over...)

 
At 8:17 PM, Blogger TripJax said...

Booya! Things are looking nice. I'll catch you tomorrow for more details...

 
At 10:39 PM, Blogger DP said...

That's funny -- I've been meaning to rent Trainspotting as I haven't seen it yet.

 

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