I’d like to say I was trying to win the month’s worth of poker lessons. I’d like to say that I had to get out of the tournament early because my secret super-hero identity was needed across town. I’d like to say I knew what I was doing, that I had a plan, but that I was tripped up by the fates. I can’t. All I can say is, I choked. Big time.
The Grublog Poker Classic
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Actually I’m giving the hammer t-shirt to CJ from Up For Poker; it was a prize I said I would give to the first person to win with 2-7, but since that person turned out to be me I thought CJ might enjoy it so he can relive the wonder that is getting AA cracked by 2-7 offsuit.
Posted by jeremy on 02/23 at 06:17 PM