Life's a bitch

OK, time to make a little noise. I am still alive, contrary to popular opinion and/or wishful thinking. While there has been a lot going on the last month I just haven’t felt like writing about anything. As some of you might have gathered from my last post my ass is now out on the street, employment wise. After 18 years I was “restructured” to the unemployment line. The last few weeks have been given over to the general depression that follows such an event and navigating my way around the world of unemployment. Getting compensation, COBRA, finding a broker to rollover my 401K, not something I’ve been experienced with lately. Add in the regular gym trips to rehab the arm and things are a bit busy at times. The gym trips are especially important. Finding a job at my age is going to be tough, getting one with a crippled right arm is going to damn near impossible so I need to get it into working shape ASAP. Not that I wasn’t trying before, just that there is even more incentive now.

With everything else going on there hasn’t been a whole lot of time, or money, for poker so no tales to really bore you with. Right after I got canned my nephew and I made a trip to AC as I wanted to pay off my Christmas gift to him, an entry into a $100 tourney, while I still had some cash available. We wound up playing at Showboat, a place I usually do well at for tourneys but my cash play there sucks. Well, this time my tourney play also sucked. Bled chips early. I would get a small to medium pair in early to middle position an, depending on the cards and position, limp or make a 3xs raise. The guy right to my left would go on to raise. In most cases I planned to fold yet by the time it would get back to me there a 5 or 6 callers in the hand and the pot is just too big not to go set mining because the raise wasn’t that big compared to my stack size and if I do hit I’m gold. Of course I didn’t hit and as this happened about 5-6 times I bled a good bit of chips. The way these guys were calling I was just dying for pp As but no such luck there either. I went out around the 4th level when I shoved with TPTK on the flop and the caller with the pp caught his set on the turn. Ah well. The nephew did much better than I but missed the cash, going out around the bubble. As I waited I played some cash thinking that maybe since I sucked at the tourney I could do something there. So much for wishful thinking. Cash ran true to form and I sucked at the tables losing about 2/3 of my buy in. All in all a very unprofitable day.

Well, making a trip to the Shore this weekend, temps supposed to be in the 80’s. Most of the time will be spent lounging on the beach but I hope to be able to afford some poker if only 2-4 limit, which is usually pretty profitable for me. Hopefully will feel like boring you with some stories then. In the meantime, thanks for your support.