Poker Blahs

Full moon whacked me out last night! Couldn't catch a decent hold'em hand and had two bad beats when I finally was dealt decent pocket cards. I had negative vibes before I began, so I think it was a self-fullfilling poker prophesy. The table was dead. I simply didn't feel like being there. When possessed by these sentiments, the only thing to do is get up and cash out before you lose your shirt.

Nicky, the wild Italian, returned to Tuscon this a.m., so my amusement during the games comes to a screeching halt. Nicky has innate ability to liven up any poker game. His style of play arouses the limpers and before you know it, the whole damn table's on tilt trying to catch him in a bluff. Usually he's happy to take their money and create a mountain of stacked blue chips.
His evil laugh penetrates the air as he rakes in pot after pot. Nick's a funny dude. His flucuations are tremendous during a session, but he usually prevails, eventually. He possesses a knack for winning and pressuring a game when it appears he's out for the count. He almost wills his wins. When he gets a bad beat against him. he shouts "Santa Maria" in his broken Sicilian accent. I'll miss Nicky and the entertaining games he creates.

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