Born To Gamble

Two Tuesday nights have come and gone. The first, I was a LOSER...Last hand, a $3.00 blind stuck me in the hole. Couldn't believe it that I had to score a loser over the last blind.
Now I really do believe my soul purpose on this earth is to gamble. What--you don't believe me??? Well, maybe I have other purposes, also~~but I do know my soul loves the thrill of the win.
This week I won a whopping $327.00. I had them so frazzled that at 10:00 they were side betting who would beat me first,JA or SG. Guess what, neither one of them beat me once after that. I actually sent JA to bed at a quarter to midnight. I believe I heard him babbling to himself as he crawled out the door. How stupid is that to bet against me when I am winning??? First of all, I am not going to play in a hand agaist either one of them unless I can win. I don't want to hear their satisfaction of dragging in that $10.00. Plus, imagine this--each time I am in a hand, they both call me trying to beat me. How sweet is that?? They have to call me down to the end to make sure one of them might just drag the pot. So, from 10:00 on, I played only sure hands and not once did they score the $10.00. It's a little strange to have them gang up on me like that, but I gotta love the action :)
Best hand of the night was my 4 jacks. I drug a $100.00 pot with those babies.
Wonder what next week will bring on?
Check in to see if I really am born to win...loose...or just plain gamble!
Remember to know when to fold em!