I finally took a statistical downswing at the Big Game.
But wait, don’t you want to regale with tales from this session? Isn’t there something pithy to say? Not really, I got crappy cards and overplayed them. Exactly what the players with better cards needed to make money off me. I’m not broken up about it, but I don’t really feel like beating myself up about it. I know what I did wrong.
Believe it or not, no (or little) poker on Sunday, I’m headed to the Maryland Sheep and Wool Festival with Sarah. (it will make her happy)