Jarah's birthday!

In honor of her birthday yesterday I did something I've never done before.

I played internet poker.

Oh wait, I've done that before....like all the time for the past 7+ years.

So me and my crack team of psychoanalysts (me and the dog) sat in on amassive multi-table game this morning that started off with half the table sitting out. I'm not as good at understanding human nature as the dog is, but I have to admit that he's right that this is just a bit weird. And he's got a point that when these chumps do wake up and actually play that there's only one way to play. Raise.

And if that doesn't work, raise some more.

Raise into a hand that you can't win. (This was HORSE, so you get to see some stud games with four cards up.)

I hate repeating, but it's time to bump this up since it's been a while. In the old days, the guy that raised you was the one that caught the miracle card on the river. Now someone raises, often with some irrational excuse, and bets into a killer. For the casual play two hours one night a week player this goes unnoticed. But for someone as focused (and skilled) as me it's tiresome.

Most of the time internet poker tries unsuccessfully to convince me that I have no place at being at the table. Jarah and the dog tell me I do. I trust their opinions a lot more than a person (cough cough) that logs in, registers and sits out.

Andf I met up with True Yobbo on Thursday, Not a peep. After all the bullshit trash talking for two weeks, suddenly her clams up.

Hmmmm.....