My wife scored tickets in her company's suite for the Sixers game against the Clippers Saturday night. Mind you, it's the sixers and it's the clippers, but it's also in the suite so it's all good. The good guys managed to put a hurtin on their left coast competition making a 3 game win streak. That, of course, will end abruptly tonight against Dallas.
Not much on the poker front. I played the Sunday night freeroll at the golf course and did not win one hand in 2 hours. Not. One. Hand. In fact, the only break from the insufferable monotony of T2, 92, 73, Q7, and J5 was JJ once and JackAce once. Unfortunately, once I had established my image as a patient player, and thus could start trying to steal a bit, there were a few bustouts at the other end of the table. These were replaced by a couple of ultra LAGs who weren't there to hear the story I had been telling for 3 levels. So, another 3 levels go by with no cards and no spots to be found. I finally push having hit second pair on the flop and get called by overs and a flush draw that hits right on the turn. Fitting end to the night.
Three playable hands in two hours? You better believe that's a paddlin.
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