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Pud's Poker Progress
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Matthew Pitt /
01 October 2009 /
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As you can probably gather from the title of this post I think I have succumb to the dreaded swine flu, I have not been doing inappropriate things with bacon sandwiches. That would be a post for Amatay's blog me thinks!
For the past week I've just felt, what can be best described as blah. The work I usually enjoy doing had become a complete chore, I was irritable and I had no energy at all. Initially I put this down to burning the candle at both ends and my body's need for a good night's sleep catching up with me at last, but over the past couple of days I have felt awful.
My neck and shoulders ache like I've been weight training, my kidneys feel like someone has rabbit punched me in them, my thighs think I've done 2,500 squats and the dull ache in my head makes me believe I've consumed eight pints of cider the night before despite not touching any amber nectar for five days now. Oh and since this morning I now feel like I'm going to throw up. Nice.
According to the piggy flu website, you have to be suffering from a fever in order to be classed as having swine flu but I have nearly all the symptoms barring the fever and the "Barry Whites". My sister is just getting over the piglet cold and she reckons I have it as she didn't display the fever or snotty-ness until the last few days. I either have it or some sort of virus as I've been going to bed ridiculously early, including at 2000 last night when I never go to bed before 2330, ever.
With my sleep pattern shot to pieces, I actually woke up and came downstairs at about 0330 this morning and with TV trying its best to sell me a vegetable peeler you can apparently plane doors with and some guy wanting to buy some gold off me I thought I'd hit the tables for a while and see how I fared.
I actually played pretty well, even if I do say so myself, but that didn't stop the RNG royally kicking me up the chuff and laughing as I lay on the ground, feeling sick with hundreds of squealing piggies inside me making me feel cack. First up was having my Aces not only crack but smashed to pieces. Villain in the hand is a real donkey and this is the third hand I have raised in a row after a nice run of cards so I think he's just calling me down. The only hand I lose to on the river is 88 and sure as eggs are eggs, the fish has it.
Ah well, never mind. At least getting dealt a lovely pair of Kings should make up for it I though. Balls to that say the Poker Gods (amen), why not run into a rivered straight? Or if you're not happy with that, why don't you let you opponent hit a three-outer on the river?
There are some good players at $1/$2 but there are still a load of donkeys out there. They basically call with any old toss preflop and hope to flop a draw then check/call to the river where they bet if they hit, or fold if the miss. I'm happy with my play so far, despite the 11BB loss from 404 hands played, especially as I've been able to put villains on a solid range of hands and make plays based on them. I'm actually really optimistic about poker in October, though it is only the first today!
Before I go I'll let you know I won't be at the WSOPE Main Event Final table today. I have to go to court to get the Pud Jr case signed off. It's a waste of time to be honest as we have made a lot of progress recently, the only people benefiting from this meeting will be the solicitors and judges lining their pockets but after today that should be it.
I'll leave it there as I've waffled for too long now. As always, thanks for reading and best of luck at the tables!
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