April 9th, 2006

Godzilla Breath

The Poker Gods Hate Me

Playing a no-limit Texas Hold 'Em tournament with friends tonight, I found out just how much the Poker Gods hate me.

I lost on two hands I totally shouldn't have lost on. In one hand, I had trip Kings. In the second, I had trip Aces. Lost on both of them, which is mind-boggling. The pots were pretty big too, since I kept raising to either try to force the other remaining player out or at least bump up the pot significantly for what I assumed would be my winnings. These were bad, bad beats. Between the two of them, I was pretty much cleaned out.

Finally, I was dealt pocket Clubs and went all in with my few remaining chips, figuring I could at least catch a flush and stay alive to play another hand. But no, not a single Club came down. In fact, not a single black card came down at all, they were all Hearts and Diamonds. Gah!

I have offended the Poker Gods somehow, and I must make amends. Anyone have a sheep I can sacrifice?

More News

On top of those two really bad beats at poker last night, I also found out my story "Under the Skin" did not progress from the Preliminary Ballot to the Final Ballot of the Bram Stoker Awards. This is the fourth time a story of mine has stalled out just prior to nominee status. Always the groomsman, never the groom (except for that time I got married).

Anyway, this news just adds to an already depressing weekend of bad luck. I'm going to go crawl into bed and wait it out.

Send whiskey and breasts.