OK so....... I mookied....

Right off the bat though, apparently this place started two years ago today. That means with the other two locations to put fingers to keyboard, I've been at this crap for just about three years total.

Bizarre! Feels more like ten years or so to me.

To my friends that drop by occasionally whether out of utter boredom, (most likely) or for the Frantic Friday soft porn, (more likely!) my sincerest thanks for dropping by. I hold back nothing if given the chance, so the vast majority of you know exactly how I feel about each and every one of you.

So I tried to pull my weight for our little group and get a few extra Donkavatars out to last nights mookie. The count was 32 and even though I was hoping for way more, it was great to get a chance to sit down with a few folks that I hadn't been able to for far too long. I also know who exactly it was, that read here and showed up because I had asked. You know who you are too!

Thanks kids!

The game started out pretty routine.

Routine
–noun
1. a customary or regular course of procedure.
2. commonplace; typical or everyday activity.
3. regular, unvarying, habitual, unimaginative, or rote procedure.
4. an unvarying and constantly repeated formula.

I was dealt five "Bammers" in the first orbit.
After winning the first hand with one, I put the ole' 9-3 off away for the night.

I did manage to survive until first break somehow though.


Then I had a miracle 8-8 hold against jestocost's A-J, to take a little pressure off of the next few hands.

By second break, I was getting into a funky rhythm of sorts.

Fold.

Fold.

Fold.

Lather, rinse and repeat as often as required.


It was just as simple as nothing and I mean NOTHING, was being dealt my way. I stole a pot here and there and then I frequently also, had to fold to a re-raise every so often.

Then as things are apt to go, I went on the good card run.

Naturally in the progression of all things NLHE for me, it would fold around and I'd pick up the blinds and antes.

Then after about the gazzillionth jam all in by Lucko, I figured A-J just had to be gold. Natch, he flipped up the same hand for the chop.

A little later, Lucko jammed after having to show a Q-8 in his hand. When he jammed again about four hands later, I figured A-4 to be good. It was and I got the double up that got me deeper into the field.

In the final four, I made a move or two that I thought would get me an opportunity for the win. They got me a few extra chips.

Then I was dealt pocket Jacks in the SB. When it folded to me, I made it pot to go. TheMan in the BB made the call. A flop of baby cards made me comfortable that Jacks were good. I made the read of a big Ace so, my turn to jam.

TheMan flipped up pocket 7's for the set and yours truly, ended up being the first loser.


Not really what I had hoped for to be honest.

But a couple of things are for certain, I run like a God in the friends department AND, I just may be starting to get the hang of this NLHE thing after all.

Well OK, I'm lucky I have friends.

My sincerest thanks for dropping by....