Blogging My Ass

Okay...Last Tuesday night, after a night of beer bongin' san mig lights, chuggin' gin and juice, the camp played some poker.

It was Tipsy, Goma, Grouch, No. 1 Rounder, a friend and Fish. We played for... pride. (Some guy said, 'Pride lang?') I was laughing my ass off. Anyways, same shit, different day. We all wanted to kick No. 1 Rounder's ass since he was 'rusty' haha. You being rusty is an understatement, start reading you gay ass. I was fancy'ing things up, stirring some shiz at the table, but Tipsy had to ruin my party. It was like a game of tag - who's going to catch who. All I can say is, it's damn good to see your opponents, thinking of folding top pair because of something they 'think' somebody has a better kicker and/or a set but then it's all about psyching out each other, proving who's got bigger balls, making laydowns, slow playing monsters...

I think that there will be no consistent winner in the Camp Hold'em games because we all started playing the game at the same time, made the same bad call, going/calling an all-in with nothing (couple of outs), we all studied the game, reading books, websites, have conversations about the game etc...Not being equally skilled but we do have our own strengths and weaknesses. We just need to learn from each other and continue to develop our games by helping each other out, pointing out our weaknesses and gradually improving more on our strengths.

Tells, plays, aggression, patience...BENGA!

Fish-Out!

If someone is interested... i'm selling shares for sat...i'll give you guys a good deal :p