Traveling from west to east really messes me up. That traveling makes the days short and throws my already punished sleep schedule straight under the bus. I feel my hangover, but I didn’t get to enjoy the buzz.
The first leg of the trip was seriously messed up. Blame global warming if you like, but flying out of sunny Seattle into rainy Phoenix is just not right. Thank goodness that Charlotte was its normal cold and gloomy self. It is good to be home!
I am home now, though a few dollars lighter. I dropped $460 in the Shoqualmie Casino my first night in Seattle on a table that I never could get anything to happen. All of my moves were challenged and hitting a flop did nothing be cost me more chips. I guess I lasted as long as I did because I only hit one flop which gave me AA with a 10 kicker. Since my opponent flopped a straight I didn’t end that hand on a happy note. I didn’t tilt me. When you play badly, there is no one to blame but yourself. Not having good cards is not excuse for playing badly. Anyone who plays poker at any level of seriousness knows there is both good and bad play, which is why playing poker is clearly a game of skill.
I did okay on the skill thing for the rest of the trip. I went back to Snoqualmie on Saturday night and to Tulalip on Sunday. The cards didn’t get any better, but I managed to play even poker for another 10 hours or so, beating the rake and tips to finish the trip right where I finished the first night.
I’ve got two big games coming up at Mastodon Weekend followed immediately by a trip to Vegas with BtR, Papa Skoon and Big Papi. While in Vegas, I hope to do some work on the Gambling Tales Podcast. I’ve got my portable recorder. Now all I need is business cards and some subjects to talk to. Here’s looking forward to better cards and better flops.