A journey of 6,000 points begins with the first two cards
I have two computers going and am playing a PartyPoker Bad Beat Jackpot table $3/6 and a few NL100 tables on the new Eurobet/Sucky Room partnership.
I click on the cashier window and find I'm only 19 points into the 6,000 point bonus. Ugh. This is going to take forever.
Also likely to take forever is the restoration of my bankroll. I'm just plugging away at it. A few dollars from the Empire Poker bonus. About $45 dollars won while showing Baze the new laptop over lunch at Ruby Tuesday's.
I pick up a few hundred at the Emory game, completely dismantling Pipsqueak with a flurry of premium hands to his dicey pre-flop play. Oh. You're all-in with a pair of 9s? I call with my AK. Oh? You're all-in again with your A-Q offsuit? Looky here. I have KK. I call. Oh? You're raising me on the river? Oh. I flopped a set of Qs.
It's easy work if you can get it.
It's also the correct thing to do to sit to the left of your $20,000-poker-winning friend and soak up some of his aura. Mark got in a juicy prop bet with a young blond kid who sees himself as the next Unabomber, taking ace-three-or five on the flop for $100 against the rest of the cards for the Kid. Oh. A 3 on the flop? Hand that stack of red right over.
It's like what my friend Erik used to say about the lottery: It's a tax for the mathematically-challenged.
My outs for the Atlanta editing job here just faded away. But having the Vegas redraw made things entirely better when I heard the news. We'll see. If Lady Las Vegas wants me in her city, there's nothing I can do to change things.