SHRILL

2005-06-12T06:53:00.000-06:00

What the hell, what this world needs is another lousy poker blog written by another lousy poker player, to be read by low limit hacks when they are surfing while getting sucked out by 9-2 offsuit. I have absolutely nothing to say, but will say it anyway and you can't stop me even if you wanted to (which I can assure you, you will). How's that for a giant buildup to absolutely nothing?

The thing that finally made me act on putting out yet another poker blog is what happened last night. I had emptied my bankroll twice-once to buy a boat (aluminum fishing-not woodie inducing Bass-boat) and again to buy a trolling motor. (You see I was tired of starting over everytime I go on a prodigous TILT-fest and lose my entire bankroll.) So here I am starting over in the small limit tourneys (mind you, the big tourneys for me are only $30, so it's not a great step down) trying to build my bankroll back up to the point where I decide to either take it out and spend it, or Sack-Up and actually try to do something in the poker world. Anyways, this woman, at least i think she was a woman-- her avatar had nice hooters-sucked out on my flopped flush that would have put me in the money. I don't even need to go into detail, you know the drill, and we have all heard enough wah- wah-suckout-bad-beat-stories to last us a lifetime, and I wont bother you with another. No what really bothers me is that I lost my composure. I called her a whore. I am ashamed to write that. Now I know it happens all the time in the land of anonymous poker played by fat guys setting at their desk in their grease stained underwear clicking back and forth between .25 .50 cent poker donkfests, slopping the sides of the chat-room-walls with prodigous amounts of budweiser-induced putridity. But, it went against MY principles. And that is what bugs me. It really bugs me. I am not above calling someone a name under my breath, and even though it is not nice- it hurts no one, and gives me something to ask forgiveness for when I hit my knees for the night. But I worry what may be slowly happening to me. My wife never was very happy about me playing poker in the first place--she is pretty sure that it is the wide path to hell. I was completely sure I was better than to allow it to change my charachter. Now I am not quite as sure, but I am on guard against it. Wish me well in suppressing the Mr. Hyde side.

Shrill

SHRILL