Tuesday night I show up, and I get a single warm up game. I rack, he breaks, we go back and forth... I have a run available, so I go for it. I miss on the 2nd from the 8. My practice opponent wins this practice game.
>>I play pool. I love it, if you couldn't tell. I also play poker. And I'm not too bad at it. Better at pool, but I can definitely stay at the table even if I'm not getting the right cards. If you play, you know what I mean.
Since I moved, I haven't played a single hand of cards... unless it was a drinking game, which isn't poker... so it doesn't count.
I've been searching for a casino, or better yet, a house game to be able to buy in, and walk away with a couple of earned dollars.
No such luck.>>
League calls for a race to 3.
I shake hands with Teddy, or whatever his name was... and he confirms my skill level. He confirms incorrectly... almost 3 levels above my current status. After correcting him he mentions "Wow, you were playing like a pro earlier"
Teddy, teddy.. teddy.
I'm not a pro. I'm not above the highest skill in this league. I win, and I lose... just like everyone else. Perhaps, one day... you'll be able to ask for my signature... and I'll say "sure, here ya' go"
but that's not going to happen any time soon.
My next thought is "he trying to shark me?"
So we lag, I take the lag... and I let this little thought get to my head during the first rack... and he wins it.
Then it comes to mind something that I've read on a blog I link to.... we're not pro's, we're hacks. It doesn't matter if you're a 2 and I'm a 7... neither of us are pro's so it really doesn't matter.
In the 2nd rack I had a cluster just above the 8. I decided to break out a ball from the cluster and play safe behind my 11. I screwed it up TERRIBLY...
I over drew the cueball, made the ball and got position for the 11 in the corner. Damn sandbaggers.
I take this rack and then I take the next 2.
>>After the league matches came to a close another player on my team invites me to a poker game.
Who am I to say no?
Apparently the game was already in progress for a couple of hours, there's supposed to be about 20 people total... and it's a cheap buy in.
I sit down at the table across from a guy I'm going to call Bonnie.
Wind breaker, super tight jeans, a shirt you can find ONLY in a gift shop and seriously had a pack of cigarettes rolled up in his sleeve as if we were in nam, all over again. Oh, and a mullet.My ninja camera skillzz came in handy.
The guy was over confident, and LOVED to call bluffs. I like these players... they're easy to read, and easier to take money from.
What I couldn't understand is why the other 6 people at my table weren't reading the same thing. They were throwing their money into the pot like Converse was going out of style.
I was going to stay and become the last man sitting, but I decided I had to work the next day. Cashed out early and walked away with more than 10x the buy in amount.
Not bad for 2 hours worth of sittin' on my ass.