As always I had an very enventful weekend. Friday night was poker night, with a slight change. Shady Manor hosted its very own World Series of Poker, playing no-limit Texas Holdem all night. Well or so I thought. We started out with a group of 8 but the temptation of no limit betting managed to knock out at least one person every half hour. I managed to stay in till there was only three of us left, but Phlome managed to knock down my pocket Kings with Flush. Then if was down to just him and the Flash. I don't remember the exact hand that he took it down with but Phlome ended up with all the chips. There was much rejoicing.
Saturday I played golf with Phlome and Cutter. I think I played my worst game ever. I did manage one bogey, somehow, but the rest of my game was complete shit. I wasn't a big fan of the course either. The rough was so rough that it ate many many balls and the back nine had water on every hole.
Speaking of water, I was chipping onto one of the greens on the back nine and heard a large splash off to my right. At first, I thought that Phlome had hit his ball into the water, but then realized that would have been impossible from where he was standing. Phlome had not been happy with his last shot with his 9 iron and had decided to punish it by fliniging it across the fairway. Unfortunatley, it landed in one the plentiful water traps. THAT was funny.
I'm prepping for travel again today. Fly out early tomorrow to Chicago, then onto to Maryland on Wenesday. At least I get to come home for the weekend.
Readhead sent me a link to some really cool pics. Enjoy.
You call him the Flash, I call him Donut. That was when I was trying to get him to go all in. There were three hearts on the table, and I was holding two more for a flush, but he folded on that one. I think the actual winning hand was just me having a higher two pair or something.