Weekend Recap

I don’t have much material but I figured I’ll update anyhow so I don’t disappoint any Monday workers who are looking to kill some time. Believe me, I know Monday is easily the worst work day of the week. When you start on Monday it is the most possible time left of the work week and that feeling alone is tough to overcome. On Friday night I went to the Borgata by myself. This was intentional as to stay away from alcohol and hopefully have a tame night. So I played poker to start for about 4 hours. I ended up losing 250 and it was easily the worst I’ve played in a long time. Basically people were catching cards on the turn and river against me and my moves were getting owned. I stacked one guy with AA on a q9292 board and he had 88 literally gifting me his last 70 dollars. Then I lost some on a stupid move against a fish and then I stacked another guy with 99 when I turned a 9 and he had qq with an A on board so I’m not really sure what he was doing. Besides those two big hands I couldn’t get anything going and left frustrated. So I decided to play some Pai Gow and turned 300 into 700 after a few hours and decided to leave at 1:45 in the morning up a hundred plus dollars. It only took me exactly 1 hour and 1 minute to get back from AC to Manayunk.

On Saturday I woke up and did a 7 mile run which was my first run outside since fall. I felt ok but I’m no where near where I need to be to break an hour for the broad street run. I still have plenty of time to train and hopefully the weather will allow me to run outside more often. My knees were bothering me a bit after I ran and today I was still feeling it. Saturday was my standard get too drunk and not have a fun time. I started drinking at around 530 and by 11 I was wasted. The bartender gives me free drinks so that doesn’t really help my cause. I really have to start drinking later. If I started all my weekends at 9pm I would have better chance for fun. As is I’m just completely wasting my time and fun.

Things have been pretty normal lately. People are going to AC for the A10 tourney which I don’t have a huge amount of interest in but it’s a much needed change of pace from the norm. I’m going to try to get my usual exercise in and keep on keeping on. I have a couple of ideas for this blog upcoming so stay tuned in. As Chad pointed out I need a line at the end of each post that is like a signature. I haven’t come up with one but I’m thinking about it.

By |2010-03-09T09:28:17-05:00March 8th, 2010|My Brain|1 Comment


I really don’t like making these depressed posts so even though I don’t think it’s that great of a story I’ll give some details of my weekend. Start out buying a case of Flying Dog at the beer store because they had a sales man giving out free samples and I know what it’s like to sell something so I gave him the business, plus I got a glass and an opener. So I drink a handful and then wagon and I go to Kildare’s to meet up with some girl. She has a friend and I get the one with the pin. So I play nice for a while being a good wing man and then wander off to Mad River. My new favorite bartender specifically pointed me out to do an mind eraser which was cool but turns out she’s engaged so it’s just another dumb girl with a boyfriend. I still like her though. I was working some game with a couple decent girls but no conversion.

Saturday we went to AC. Left at 12 or so and I speeded down to the Borgata. Evan and I played some PaiGow to start where I won 50 or so, I think he was up 7 hundo. Then I went to play some 1-2. I already had a goose and a couple of beers so combined with the previous nights intake I was already pretty good and buzzed. So I sit down and instantly start blabbing how I’m here to create action and that I’m pretty much the best player they’ll ever see. Yada yada I play like a 10/10 (which is tight for those unfamiliar with vpip/pf) I don’t really see too many hands and basically just continued to drink. I called the clock on one guy who flipped at me but he had plenty of time. There was an Indian guy next to me who I was relentlessly needling by calling him awful and telling him how big a fish he was. I didn’t use my casting motion but I would have if he was across the table. Then some guy got a big head against me because he was in a hand and just shoved his chips in haphazardly without saying raise or anything, so I told him to learn how to bet/raise properly. So he wanted to try to take my money. Then Allen Hopkins, some world class 9 ball player, sits down and we start at it. He was pretty bad and ended up busting. I ended up cashing out down 50 or so without really doing too much. I 3 bet kk once and an A flopped which killed my action and I didn’t hit any sets. I had k8 on a k85 flop and the guy turned a 5 and he took about a c note on me when I didn’t see that coming. So I took my stack to blackjack, lost some chips and then put some on a roulette spin which lost and I ended the day down 200. I don’t like losing money so this put me in a sour mood which carried over to this morning but I’m finally feeling a bit better. There’s a blog post that doesn’t make me sound like an emotional mess.

By |2016-11-02T00:01:14-04:00February 15th, 2010|My Life|1 Comment

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