Finally, someone gave me the business end of the statistical firehose.

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)