Though they may temporarily sting me, they are the lifeblood of my upward sloping equity curve. I am referring to the never-ending array of inferior local wannabe players like the young sweet-looking bitch sitting in the 4 seat last night at Caesars who, while inflicting some initial damage to my stack with a ridiculous play meant more to impress a nearby friend than anything else, eventually left the table broke.
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Is that all you got?
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I love the male wannabes, you know, the ones with ballcaps and shades, sometimes ear buds. They are so predictable that having them at the table is almost like an annuity.
You are not making nice with fellow locals?
Do you remember what this chick looked like? Blonde? Skinny? Kinda cute but kinda bitchy looking - bad nose?
Yes, that's her.
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