Hurts so good
Not much poker lately, thus not much to write about. But it's been a good and much-needed break after a steady diet of poker that accompanied my housebound convalescence.
The baseball season is underway. Poker Jones Junior made his regular-season varsity debut the other day, pitching two innings in mop-up duty. Not a bad outing -- no hits, no runs, one walk and two strikeouts.
And there's physical therapy, a 90-minute program I suspect was created by torture specialists at a CIA rendition camp in Romania. Sumbitch does it hurt. Someone -- anyone -- can shove the cliche "no pain, no gain" up their ass?
I did find myself in the vicinity of a driving range earlier today and decided to test the leg. Hit about 30 balls, all with short irons. Hit them well, on target with proper trajectory, but the session proved conclusively that I'm at least a month away, probably longer, from being able to play even nine holes.
There was going to be a post last week about finding overlays in both the noon $30K guaranteed and the 12:15 p.m. $15K guaranteed turbo. Cashed in both, but couldn't get beyond bottom money. And I did win the now weekly CPMG 8-game tournament on Stars Monday night, coming back from a 7-1 deficit heads-up. Only 13 runners, but a satisfying win nonetheless.
About to sign up for the Mookie, where I will undoubtedly flame out somewhere in the middle of the pack. Maybe I'm starting to like torture.
The baseball season is underway. Poker Jones Junior made his regular-season varsity debut the other day, pitching two innings in mop-up duty. Not a bad outing -- no hits, no runs, one walk and two strikeouts.
And there's physical therapy, a 90-minute program I suspect was created by torture specialists at a CIA rendition camp in Romania. Sumbitch does it hurt. Someone -- anyone -- can shove the cliche "no pain, no gain" up their ass?
I did find myself in the vicinity of a driving range earlier today and decided to test the leg. Hit about 30 balls, all with short irons. Hit them well, on target with proper trajectory, but the session proved conclusively that I'm at least a month away, probably longer, from being able to play even nine holes.
There was going to be a post last week about finding overlays in both the noon $30K guaranteed and the 12:15 p.m. $15K guaranteed turbo. Cashed in both, but couldn't get beyond bottom money. And I did win the now weekly CPMG 8-game tournament on Stars Monday night, coming back from a 7-1 deficit heads-up. Only 13 runners, but a satisfying win nonetheless.
About to sign up for the Mookie, where I will undoubtedly flame out somewhere in the middle of the pack. Maybe I'm starting to like torture.
posted by Poker Jones at 9:12 PM
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