I wanted to get back in the stand up comedy groove, and had been on stage the last two Sundays, but on Sunday morning I really didn’t have any confidence in anything I felt like saying on stage. As the day wore on, my lack of comedy confidence gave way to a feeling of “well, maybe I should play some cards instead.”
Before leaving for the evening, I always run the dogs out in the yard. The dogs, with their sense of smell and hearing, always know when there is an animal sneaking around back there, and start to go ape before the door is even opened. Last night was like that. Usually it’s a cat, up on the little hill of my neighbor’s yard, but this time it turned out to be a cat in the shadows around the corner of my house. I could barely make out the thing, because the lighting cuts off at that angle. What surprised me was the cat wasn’t backing away or running off. It made some kind of hissing type sound and approached the dogs. So, I yelled at it hoping to scare the thing off and get the dogs to shut up. Then the cat came even closer, we’re talking like less than three feet from the dogs, and as it moved from the shadows and into the light I noticed hey that’s no cat, it’s A GODDAMN SKUNK!
Miraculously, none of us got sprayed. I don’t know if the skunk was out of juice or what. It seemed like it wanted to throw down. Who knows what was up with that guy.
About an hour later I was sitting at Roger’s poker game with Ace King offsuit in the small blind. There were a ton of limpers, maybe six or something, one of those kind of hands. I wanted to isolate somebody by raising big and hoping to get them to go away with a quick and easy cbet on the flop. Sounds like a plan. Raise to $22, one caller, and then Claudio, who is the loosest and craziest player in the game, makes it $78 total. He was in fairly late position and just limped in there with a bunch of other people, so I didn’t think he could have a great hand. I figured I was in a shove or fold situation because he had about $105 behind. I also thought, the other caller would surely fold if I went in. I knew Claudio would call me, and I also thought there were a lot of pairs he could have. I decided I was a slight dog against what I perceived to be his range, but with the $66 (minus the rake) already in the pot, I had odds to get it all in. Or maybe I didn’t. I’m no expert. And yeah, I also considered folding to be honest. Anyhow, we get it in preflop, a king comes on the turn and, man, I was so sure I was good. Turns out I had a 5% chance of winning that hand pre, as Claudio had aces. Ouch. It wasn’t a cat. Nice hand.
I came back, was up $160 for a while, but ended the evening at +$38, which makes for a nice little streak of six winning sessions. We all know how these things end though. I am playing Wednesday at Joe B’s place in Arlington. Never been to Joe’s house. It should be fun. And then, it’s my tourney on the 8th. My poker event of the year!