Mad Poker

I hate being angry, I much rather be sad. For example if I had a dog that died I will be sad. If someone hits my dog I going to be pissed off. Now I’m a man and men don’t cry. But when I was younger I would enjoy a good cry. It makes you feel better and you start thinking about other sad things to keep you going like when you didn’t make the basketball team or when your mom says she doesn’t love you anymore.

The only thing you can do while you are angry is being angry. Now I don’t smash things when I’m angry because that doesn’t solve or accomplish anything. Sure I just broke my John Denver record because I’m mad. But when I want to hear his gentle soul I’m going to be angry and want to smash more things. Other times you feel you have to get even with whoever pissed you off. I drove all the way home and find out you forgot my fries. I going to fucking kill you bitch!

So yeah I use to be quite the spaz. I remember getting mad at my friends because they wouldn’t give back my football. However I have changed and now am very easy going. However I do have a breaking point and I snap. Like when two fucking dogs not on a leash come racing at me or when I get killed in Zelda 2 Links Adventure in the last dungeon. So in conclusion you look like an idiot and should just let some things go.

I play in a poker league named WPT but instead of winning cash you accumulate points and eventually you can play in the nationals or even Vegas and win some prizes. One dude won a fifty inch screen T.V. Now the problem most people have is that when it’s free people play differently than at the casino. Many times people go all in and figure that they will just go home if they lose. Other times people with a shitty hand like a seven two off suite bet just for the fun of it. They are called donkeys. And they actually do win a lot of times.

So I took out three angry people today and they all got pissed off with me in a fun and friendly game. The first spaz is a complete dufus and always goes fishing. I keep hearing him say oh I just needed another club or a five. He obviously has no clue about the odds. So I take him out and he was like fuck I only needed spade! So he leaves, bye.

This dude also keeps asking for a ride when he lives at the opposite side of town. Or he never has any money for pool. Once he told me he’d buy me a drink if I gave him a ride. So he goes to the bar and buys a drink for himself. I ask for a Molson Canadian and he says oh in a minute. So he buys another drink and I’m pissed off. Now he says he doesn’t have any money but again buys himself another drink. So I could get pissed off with him but I let it go. He is obviously to damn cheap or poor to spend five bucks. It’s not worth it getting all worked up.

Spaz number two is a huge buzz kill. He never smiles or says anything. He is a total spaz and every time he loses a hand he’s like what the fuck! He is a huge hypocrite and does the same thing the other way around. And when he does win he acts like an asshole. I hate being at the same table. So once again I take him out and he tells me to go play bingo or learn how to play poker. So I’m like ha-ha bye bye.

Spaz number three sort of pissed me off. At first he seemed like a nice old guy but become an asshole. I notice he was low in chips and is going to go all in anytime he gets a half decent hand. So I got an ace five and had a gut feeling and took a chance and called his all in. Well he had a king queen but didn’t hit the board and I won with ace high. And he snapped on me. He was complaining that I shouldn’t have called him with my hand and called me a donkey. Once again a donkey plays with like deuces or seven two. So he goes away and starts telling people I’m a donkey or idiot. News flash old man that is what playing poker is all about. You have to take risks and bluff every once in a while. The whole fact that I won is just a goes to show that I had a good hand. It would be pretty boring if people just threw away their hands because of the odds.

And one of the funniest things I seen was a while back is when this guy is beaten and he just loses it. He actually threw all of the chips everywhere. It was hilarious and the coordinator told him never come back. Arrg, now if I could just open a pickle jar. Arrg.