F**k you San Diego

Well as Ron Burgundy said, "Fuck you San Diego". For the second week running a good sports betting week turned sour at the final hurdle. Instead of having a big winning week, I ended up losing €1k, despite having three out of four winners. The loser was on the San Diego Chargers in the NFL, which I was on heavy enough.

I was trying to get a little run online going, got $3k up to $18k but that's gone bust. The live play is going bad also, just in from a $13.5k losing session. Not going to bore you with hand histories; I'll just say I ran bad, really bad.

Despite watching everything I touch turn to shit, I am not really that bothered; I feel like I am playing well. I actually feel pretty good, the gyming is going really well and my body feels somewhat clean for the first time in a long while.

The hicks are in great form as well, they really are some breed of animal. Just watching them go about their daily business in their natural habitat provides me with hours of fun.

The other day I was playing a $1k tournament and I was sitting beside a guy I played with in Vegas two years ago. Back then he was a young slick hick. He had a pretty hot girlfriend who was a good poker player as well. She was also glorified trailer trash.

The two of them were full of the new money confidence jammering on about how much they were making and to be fair, they were coining it (both of them playing games in Bobby's room). Anyway, he's sitting beside me and looked like a broken man, I decide to needle him a bit and see what has him so down (given that I feed off other people's misery, not an admirable quality but we all get our kicks out of different shit right?).

I didn't want to launch straight in with, "How you running?", so I inquire about the girlfriend and boom - direct hit! He starts saying how they broke up because he basically blew all their money on the stock market. It was a pretty depressing story that basically had me coming in my pants.

Then he starts rattling on about how rigged online is and how the online sites flick on and off doom switches on accounts and before you know it, all the other hicks at the table are in with their stories.

I keep my mouth shut as I don't want to get raped and lynched or vice versa, by suggesting it's maybe because they're all stupid inbred fucks. Then he proceeds to tell me how he's run scientific studies on how his I.P. address and accounts are rigged, so that in 50/50's he only wins 30% of the time.

I didn't ask what these detailed scientific studies entailed, but assumed Albert Einstein would have vouched for them. I was talking to a friend that would be in the know and asked him about our friend. Apparently it wasn't the stock market that got him, rather the craps and the blackjack.

After losing his $500k bankroll to the casino he was convinced that the casino was cheating him (cause with his edge in craps and blackjack how could he possibly be losing?). So he stole a shuffling machine and deck of cards from the casino and brought them to the gaming commission, who swiftly called the police on him for stealing.

Back to my own sorry life, I lost in the region of $15k for the week.