Day 95
Today I did something completely out of character.
I watched a soccer match on the television…or as it’s otherwise known: the European Freestyle Diving Championships.
You’ll have to trust me when I tell you this is a very un-Snowmanlike activity, as I detest the sport…really quite profoundly. It’s not so much the game itself that I find objectionable but rather the pathetic antics demonstrated by the players.
For some reason Mrs. Snowman is an fanatical supporter of a specific English football team and not only watches them avidly whenever a match is televised but also travels to London to see them live from time to time.
Anyway, as Small Child was upstairs practicing her screaming I was forced to the ground floor rooms of the house. I've explained in previous entries that the wife insists on having the television at a volume that would perforate the eardrums of a brontosaurus, so I was unable to concentrate on anything I might have been doing on the computer. I waved a white flag and joined her to watch football.
The game started and immediately a player was lightly brushed by a member of the opposing team during an innocuous tackle and went down like he’d been shot by a cannon. While he was rolling around on the ground in a dreadful display of acting that would get him fired from an Australian soap opera, I found myself involuntarily shouting at the screen.
“Get up you fucking idiot!”
Quite clearly there was no way the offender could hear me but miraculously, after being awarded a free kick in his favor, he made a spectacular recovery and jumped to his feet before sprinting back to his designated position and continuing as though he’d just had a rejuvenating shower.
“You cheating bastard!” I shouted in response.
After ignoring the first comment, the second one received a beautifully timed whack round the back of the head.
Bear in mind this happened within the first minute and I had to sit through another ninety of this kind of thing. I can however say for certain that I would be getting a lot more legitimate injuries than the players.
I should really try to convert Mrs. Snowman to proper sporting pastimes such as rugby or baseball.
I managed to get in a couple of hours at the poker tables later in the day and although I was physically unharmed by this endeavor, there were emotional scars in abundance. I started on the 2c/5c tables and after throwing $10 into the ring managed to blow it with a spectacularly stupid call against a flush draw on the flop whilst holding only a mid-pair with a mediocre kicker. I sought solace in a glass of Southern Comfort and took a break for a while before deciding I’d be better off with a tournament. I waited until 2.00am that saw the start of an $11 re-buy event and with a prize pool in excess of $71,000 only needed to get into the top 288 to get to the money.
I never re-buy or add-on in tournaments (probably a huge error) and struggled through two break levels and as most of the 3,200 entrants fell by the wayside I started to dream of a large payout in my immediate future.
Sadly, I got involved in a re-raise with pocket 7’s against A-A and lost most of my stack. With just 18 places to go before the cash and down to virtually nothing, I once again got a decent hand of pocket 8’s and pushed all-in. Just my luck to come up against A-A again from the same player and my dreams of poker supremacy are once more left in tatters.
I shall try the same tactic again tomorrow but this time will fold mid-pocket pairs unless I’m in the big blind without a raise.
Or I might just fuck it up again.
The other point that got my horrible little mind ticking over was a news item during the half time break of the football. Apparently there’s a batch of toys currently being sold that don’t comply with European safety standards. Although they’re not lethal, they are toxic and are causing all sorts of illnesses around the country.
I’ve made a phone call to the news channel to see if any of these items are still on sale in my region as I'd be quite interested in buying the cat an early birthday present.
Don’t’ worry, I wouldn’t get one for Small Child to play with.
I’ve already purchased a cactus for that.
Starting bank: $0
Current bank: $44.36
I watched a soccer match on the television…or as it’s otherwise known: the European Freestyle Diving Championships.
You’ll have to trust me when I tell you this is a very un-Snowmanlike activity, as I detest the sport…really quite profoundly. It’s not so much the game itself that I find objectionable but rather the pathetic antics demonstrated by the players.
For some reason Mrs. Snowman is an fanatical supporter of a specific English football team and not only watches them avidly whenever a match is televised but also travels to London to see them live from time to time.
Anyway, as Small Child was upstairs practicing her screaming I was forced to the ground floor rooms of the house. I've explained in previous entries that the wife insists on having the television at a volume that would perforate the eardrums of a brontosaurus, so I was unable to concentrate on anything I might have been doing on the computer. I waved a white flag and joined her to watch football.
The game started and immediately a player was lightly brushed by a member of the opposing team during an innocuous tackle and went down like he’d been shot by a cannon. While he was rolling around on the ground in a dreadful display of acting that would get him fired from an Australian soap opera, I found myself involuntarily shouting at the screen.
“Get up you fucking idiot!”
Quite clearly there was no way the offender could hear me but miraculously, after being awarded a free kick in his favor, he made a spectacular recovery and jumped to his feet before sprinting back to his designated position and continuing as though he’d just had a rejuvenating shower.
“You cheating bastard!” I shouted in response.
After ignoring the first comment, the second one received a beautifully timed whack round the back of the head.
Bear in mind this happened within the first minute and I had to sit through another ninety of this kind of thing. I can however say for certain that I would be getting a lot more legitimate injuries than the players.
I should really try to convert Mrs. Snowman to proper sporting pastimes such as rugby or baseball.
I managed to get in a couple of hours at the poker tables later in the day and although I was physically unharmed by this endeavor, there were emotional scars in abundance. I started on the 2c/5c tables and after throwing $10 into the ring managed to blow it with a spectacularly stupid call against a flush draw on the flop whilst holding only a mid-pair with a mediocre kicker. I sought solace in a glass of Southern Comfort and took a break for a while before deciding I’d be better off with a tournament. I waited until 2.00am that saw the start of an $11 re-buy event and with a prize pool in excess of $71,000 only needed to get into the top 288 to get to the money.
I never re-buy or add-on in tournaments (probably a huge error) and struggled through two break levels and as most of the 3,200 entrants fell by the wayside I started to dream of a large payout in my immediate future.
Sadly, I got involved in a re-raise with pocket 7’s against A-A and lost most of my stack. With just 18 places to go before the cash and down to virtually nothing, I once again got a decent hand of pocket 8’s and pushed all-in. Just my luck to come up against A-A again from the same player and my dreams of poker supremacy are once more left in tatters.
I shall try the same tactic again tomorrow but this time will fold mid-pocket pairs unless I’m in the big blind without a raise.
Or I might just fuck it up again.
The other point that got my horrible little mind ticking over was a news item during the half time break of the football. Apparently there’s a batch of toys currently being sold that don’t comply with European safety standards. Although they’re not lethal, they are toxic and are causing all sorts of illnesses around the country.
I’ve made a phone call to the news channel to see if any of these items are still on sale in my region as I'd be quite interested in buying the cat an early birthday present.
Don’t’ worry, I wouldn’t get one for Small Child to play with.
I’ve already purchased a cactus for that.
Starting bank: $0
Current bank: $44.36