‘0-0’ Ouch! That really must have hurt. That was the subject of one of the spams in my trash folder. I’m dying here…actually laughing my ass off at the picture it conjured up in my thoughts. Did he have a Prince Albert or an Apadravya with weights hanging off of it? And if so, how much weight did it take? Once stretched to that length, does the penis lose all of its ability to become erect? And is he advertising that he wants to try it out on MOI? Or just running advertising that I too can have a huge penis, even though I’m female, or that my guy – or you guy – can have a huge penis too? I didn’t open the email so I don’t know what the contents held, but it does lead me off on a complete laughing binge. Thanks for the laugh buddy.

OK…OK…alright already. Let’s do a little poker. I did work last night. The normal half hour was done in one of the final three tables of Bellagio’s Festa al Lago WPT event. The two notables at my table were Michael ‘The Grinder’ Mizrachi and Joe Tehan. In one hand, Michael raised on the flop, won the hand, and threw one card face down into the muck and showed the other one. I did the ‘good dealer’ thingy and told him if he was showing one card, he was supposed to show both. Of course some of the table got involved…”That’s the stupidest rule…” blah blah blah. And Michael said that’s why he threw one card away first, irretrievable, and then showed the other one, was because he didn’t want to show both. Hell…I knew that. See…they always have a way to get around any rule. And whether or not it’s the stooopidist rule on Earth, I can’t help it. I don’t make the roools kids. I just deal the game.

After my nightly dealing drill, I got into a $4-8H game. It was a gas. Chips were zinging across the greenfelt and I got to scoop a few of them into my little net and take them home with me. I’m still in awe of the play. I was on the Button, a woman in the 9s raised it to $8, I looked down to 10-10 and made it $12. We got two callers, and the 9s and 10s called. The Flop brought K-Q-little. The 9s hesitated for a second, looked at me, and then bet $4. The 10s called her, I folded. They went to showdown with a King coming on the Turn and the 9s never slowed down with the bet. She won the pot with A-Q. I don’t have any problem with her bet or winning the pot, or any of the scene as it unfolded. I know she didn’t know me and I didn’t know her. But…what did she think – or did she even think about it – I might have had when I made it $12 to go? I love playing with these people.

The whole game was fun. Steve was in the 3s – I was in the 2s – Jose was in the 4s – and Phil in the 5s. Steve intro’d everyone on our end to me when I got in the game. It was Steve’s anniversary. He was jamming, laughing, drinking, and having fun. He raised my BB once when I held 2-2, and with the whole group calling him, so did I. The flop brought Q-2-3 (two spades). I bet, he raised, one caller, I raised, he raised, one caller, I just called. The Turn puta blankon the board. I bet, he raised – now heads-up, I raised, and he called. The river brought a 3 of spades. Steve seriously tried to consider what I had. He looked at me, I started laughing as I said, “Happy Anniversary, Steve!”

Most of the table roared, including Steve. He did pay me off, and as I stacked the chips, he warmly acknowledged the fact thatI did wish him a happy anniversary. His wife came to get him a few minutes later and instead of leaving, they ordered a drink. I grabbed a chair for her and put her right behind him and me. Then Steve got involved in a hand that cost him a lot of checkers. The bet was triple raised and around eight of us that took the flop. It was 10-4-4. Steve and the 6s went into a raising war. I was sure the 6s had 10-10, and none of it hit me so I sat and watched the show. Mega raising war between Steve and the 6s. Steve finally called. The turn brought an 8. Steve fired out again, and again the raising war went on and on, with about seven or eight bets between the two of them. On the river, Steve checked and called. As advertised, the 6s turned over 10-10 and Steve showed 8-8. That’s one of those drawing almost dead and getting there scenarios. Ouch! Steve put his chips in the rack and headed out, lovely bride in tow.

Several other players left our game and I played another half hour or so as I sat through our brush, Daniel, allowing our game to break up as he put players in the game next to us…making themnine handed and leaving us with four seats open and one walker. We stopped him and told him that we had four seats open, he gave us a blank look and said he had more players. LIE! I even went up and checked the list, there was none. Our game broke up. I don’t get it. I give up trying to figure out what is even trying to go on in the heads of some of these brush people. I always thought the object of a poker room was to have poker games, not try to break them up. Kee-rist!

I came home and got into a heads-up $.25-.50 NLH game with ‘Rounder’. Possibly Rounder doesn’t like me right now. I busted him twice on his $75 buy-in and I quit playing after about five minutes of him playing with another short re-buy of $20 in front of him. I got lucky on several hands and he got unlucky on several because he tried to bluff me off of several hands when I had something. I am bluffable, it just has to be at the right time. So playing on TonyG.Poker late night just padded my online bankroll – and I’m in under the bonus and the 50% rakeback deal. Kewl Beans! Yikes! Don’t mention to anyone that I’m still playing since the ONLINE GAMBLING ACT has been signed into force. See you there!