old poker friend from Boston noted in my journal how he and a few
others got online during the PPV main event WSoP 2006 and watched it
— commenting on hands and plays — until the sun came up
while I tried
blog” it. It seems sometimes like the whole poker world has
changed around me in the last year, and then I realize that it probably
hasn't — mostly, I've changed and it makes the minor
changes in the poker world seem more pronounced.
The slow decline of online poker (UIGEA impacting some and not others)
still seems to cause some attrition, but I hear that NYC clubs keep
reopening after busts and (even worse) robberies, and there is some good
action around. I've lost the stomach for it after hearing a local from
my home game recount his tale of hiding under the table with his hands
up, emptying his pockets for a guy with a gun. I can live without that
being a risk in my life.
I still want to run the home game, but I've been so engaged in my job
that I can't easily commit the entire weekend day (the morning to set up
and clean a bit, the rest of the day to play) at the moment. I'm hoping
for September but October seems the more likely now.
At times, I miss poker. I miss the completely engrossing distraction,
especially when I have challenges at work that require careful thought
and concentration that I sometimes want a break from. I don't miss the
beats, the struggling, the constant push of every edge and never being
able to give up.
I made two brief casino trips this summer; my hope is I'll put time
aside soon to do reviews of the places and post them here an on
Televised poker is somewhat horrible now. I look forward to the return
of High Stakes Poker, as the tournament clip shows are just
too boring for anything but background noise while I work.
Oh, and back to where I started this post: I really enjoyed the final
table this year. Watching Yang do his thing (and the downright goofy
out-loud prayers at all-in moments) was a lot of fun. He's obviously
inexperienced, but he has pretty reasonable poker instincts and he's
clearly a kind and caring person (unlike the (frankly) downright slimy
Mr. Gold). W.D. came over for about half the PPV airing and we had a
Poker, in the end, if a fun hobby when I'm giving it only passing
attention, but I don't want to “live” it. I'm pretty sure
I can find better things to do.
thread sparked by an out-of-the-blue anonymous commentor on a year old
post has started. Amazing how google-reachable old journal entries can
bring out the crazies from time to time.]