Have You Seen This Geek?
Jello. If you haven't been at Murderer's Row, and don't work where I do, you haven't seen me in the past week. It's been a frickin' madhouse at the Geek compound, and I haven't been getting much sleep. Lots of projects, not much time. No sunshine. No poker. Not much shut eye. Mostly just 47 different projects of different work and non-work varieties. None of which include cracking aces.
But why bother playing right now? Since, after all, I am the 2nd best poker player currently living in my apartment. You cannot argue with results, and you better all be watching out for the Geekette. First, she walks into the Friday night game, smokes everyone, starts out heads up with Change100 with a 3-1 chip defecit, and battles back to even and a 50/50 chop.
Me? I went to the final table as chip leader and managed to bust out. I didn't even bubble.
Next night, Geekette plays in a 5+.50 MTT with over 150 in attendance and gets 2nd. If her opponent doesn't flop two straights in a *row*, she wins the whole thing.
*Next* night, plays in the 14k with 800 people and makes the money without breaking a sweat. This of course with Joe Speaker at her table, who goes on to win the whole damn thing. Some can say it was skill, some may say luck. Me, I say because he was standing close to her.
With all this winning, of course, you can imagine the smack talk I'm induring from other LA Bloggers. No, I will not indulge you. You'll hear it enough next weekend.
Speaking of which, I'm so ready to fly out the door and be there. It may only be 3 days and 2 nights for us, but to bask in the desert sun and sling cards with some of you blogging folk is paramount to the continuing of my existance.
Geekette says she doesn't plan to play much, and I have thrown out the disclaimer that there is a danger in that she might not see much of me outside of meals and the tourney. She understands and accepts for the most part. See what I do for you people? I attempt to cheat death at the hands of my girlfriend. The girlfriend that plays poker better than I do.
I'm running out of pre-Vegas stuff to talk about. So far, pictures have spoken louder than words, and making fun of BadBlood is either already overdone (or just too easy). Let's try something else on for size.... um....
Hey BG!
(pause)
uh... you.... smell!
*sigh* I got nothing.
If there is one thing I pray to the poker gods, it is that I have some energy left as we roll into town Friday night, and that it carries me farther than it did last year, falling asleep at Cabo after the tournament.
Dressed like the Cure.
...I hate you all.
-Chris
But why bother playing right now? Since, after all, I am the 2nd best poker player currently living in my apartment. You cannot argue with results, and you better all be watching out for the Geekette. First, she walks into the Friday night game, smokes everyone, starts out heads up with Change100 with a 3-1 chip defecit, and battles back to even and a 50/50 chop.
Me? I went to the final table as chip leader and managed to bust out. I didn't even bubble.
Next night, Geekette plays in a 5+.50 MTT with over 150 in attendance and gets 2nd. If her opponent doesn't flop two straights in a *row*, she wins the whole thing.
*Next* night, plays in the 14k with 800 people and makes the money without breaking a sweat. This of course with Joe Speaker at her table, who goes on to win the whole damn thing. Some can say it was skill, some may say luck. Me, I say because he was standing close to her.
With all this winning, of course, you can imagine the smack talk I'm induring from other LA Bloggers. No, I will not indulge you. You'll hear it enough next weekend.
Speaking of which, I'm so ready to fly out the door and be there. It may only be 3 days and 2 nights for us, but to bask in the desert sun and sling cards with some of you blogging folk is paramount to the continuing of my existance.
Geekette says she doesn't plan to play much, and I have thrown out the disclaimer that there is a danger in that she might not see much of me outside of meals and the tourney. She understands and accepts for the most part. See what I do for you people? I attempt to cheat death at the hands of my girlfriend. The girlfriend that plays poker better than I do.
I'm running out of pre-Vegas stuff to talk about. So far, pictures have spoken louder than words, and making fun of BadBlood is either already overdone (or just too easy). Let's try something else on for size.... um....
Hey BG!
(pause)
uh... you.... smell!
*sigh* I got nothing.
If there is one thing I pray to the poker gods, it is that I have some energy left as we roll into town Friday night, and that it carries me farther than it did last year, falling asleep at Cabo after the tournament.
Dressed like the Cure.
...I hate you all.
-Chris
posted by Chris Hanel at
2:53 AM
