It seems like anything I would write at the moment would be just one giant bad beat story. I’ll try to contain myself.

Blew through half of my (admittedly miniscule) online bankroll this weekend. It got to a point where I was calling out the cards I didn’t want to see in hopes of keeping them from hitting, but knowing deep down they were going to hit. And hit they did. No less than 3 times did I fall to the dreaded 3-outer, as well as a couple 2-out specials to make my weekend fantastic.

Went to a game last night, $5 with rebuys. Whoa nelly. 26 players, a total 73 buy-ins… quite a prize pool. Of course, I didn’t get anywhere close. I didn’t make it to the first table combination. I had one rush of about 5 great hands, but other than that it was 2 hours of folding or getting hosed on the river, or just betting into someone who didn’t have a folding bone in his body. It left the poker player in me a little smarting, but I have to remember that cards don’t always fall, and I honestly don’t feel like I was beat by a particular player (this time) as much as just one freaking cold deck.

Looking forward to a week without money poker where I can find some ways to remember how to not play like a scared little girl.

Also, congrats to Brother Nick, who made it to heads up at last night’s game, and ended up chopping the pot for his first live tourney cash - a smooth $125. Great work dude. Too bad we weren’t heads up, cuz I can read you like a book.