Sunday, October 16, 2005

 

Greatest Poker Game Ever

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Charts and Graphs on The Globex Coporation Newsletter are
laboriously researched. Errors will, however, occasionally
rear their ugly head. For topical use only, please consult a
physician if conditions persist for longer than 8 days.....
That's right, somehow I won the big formerly offical poker game of The Globex Corporation Newsletter at Casino de la TSA last night. And once again it was TSA and myself in the final. While I'd like to credit my fantastic poker skill for my win, the attending graphic will provide a much more accurate view of what actually happened.

Actually, it was a heck of a comeback by me, if I do say so myself. I was forced "all in" a couple of times, once catching the winning card on the river, another time having a slightly better card than my opponent. Knocking non-related David (one of the Dave's I know) out with a strong hand gave me a comperable stack to TSA. Play was far to tentative after that, though TSA didn't really have the cards to make a move. I did, but simply didn't make a big move. After the blinds raised to an unprecedented 800/1600, it only took one more card and the lateness of the evening to bring things to a head. In truth, TSA tired of the whole deal and pushed "all in" when I had a pretty good hand. My play in heads up shouldn't be rewarded, but I'll take a win any time I can get one.

It was a fine capper to a week that included horrible illness and 3 days with sixh graders. I'll leave it to you, the reader, to decide which was a bigger source of stress in my life. In truth, I enjoyed my days teaching sixth grade science, talking about plate techtonics and earthquakes on a level that even I could understand. And while the kids behaved like sixth graders, I'm developiing greater patience and have found myself able to deal with that age group better than I ever thought I could.

It's off to practice with Mike some this afternoon. Since I wasted most of the morning making silly graphs, I guess I had better jump in the shower and get ready for practice. The Broncos are the early game and maybe I can catch the first 45 minutes of the game before I have to go.

BOJ

Comments:
Silly graphs? No way. All graphs tell nothing but the truth. All. I learned that in the Special Ecucation Kamp some time ago. I don't really remember when and if I think about it too much my head starts to hurt a lot. Everything you see is not subject to interpretation, it is simply true. there, the pain is beginning to lessen.
 
Was that a right or left strike-slip fault? Just make sure you know the difference between your hanging wall and your footwall, those 6th graders can be merciless when you don't have your facts straight. And yes, that was footwall, not to be confused with football. It's nice to see that That One Guy has an existential grasp on the difference between acceptance and understanding. Say hi to Mike for me.
 
Existential?Grasp? Gasp! B.F. Skinner is my only hero. 1Gal (this is a compliment), you are a verbal slut! Congratulations! Please don't have any perceptual diffculties with my comment. Or conceptual. Shut up Ed, take your pill. Okay.
 
Luckily I had two semesters of earth science as a freshman. That along with living in Southern California gave me the knowledge I needed to be able to impart the material to sixth graders.

As a bonus, I was able to tell them an easy way to remember the difference between an anticline and a syncline (compression forces and mountain building through folding of crust).
 
Oh, and one guy, I've always been more of a devotee of Pavlov than Skinner. One of the reasons I like doing the song Brian Wilson is the mention of Pavlov in the first verse. I've looked for songs that mention B.F. (not Seymore) Skinner but have yet to find one.....
 
No offense taken, one guy. I'm working diligently on getting paid to be a verbal slut. OMG, when I get a big fat check from a publisher will that make me a verbal whore?!?!?! I try to confine my perceptual difficulties to whether I take my job seriously. Or not. The only place I usually experience conceptual difficulties is when I shop at Wal-Mart, which I did this afternoon, so I'm a little shaky. Could somebody please explain this incessant drooling?
 
Welcome to the ongoing, existential wordfest, TSA!
 
Open mic, Cheer's, really miss you.
 
1Gal, Wally World is infested with "shopping demons" provided by a special deal with the Vatican. Hence the drool.
 
I don't think an exorcism is in order but I do need to be more careful. Indeed, Wal-Mart is infested with many varieties of evil. The drooling has subsided but I feel a compulsion to sing show tunes. And I have an inexplicable craving for eclairs.
 
Some sort of lycanthropic Sam Walton?

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Oooh Baby!

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While we're on the "were-insert animal of your choice" subject...go see the Wallace and Grommit movie! They fight the evil were-rabbit!
 
I found your blog on accident, yada, yada, yada......keep up the good work, yada, yada, yada.... I'll bookmark it.......

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