I am a poker player. This is my blog. I don't claim to be great, but I am good. I do love the game. My husband taught me how to play on our honeymoon. Actually, it was our wedding night. I stayed up ALL NIGHT playing online. I faintly remember my husband waking up at around 3AM asking me if I was still playing. I think at that point he knew that he had helped to create a monster, or, as he so lovingly calls it, a monkey.

August 12, 2010

Awakening a sleeping giant......

So my poker group has been wondering where I've been. Honestly, I have been doubting my skills as a player and kinda wanted to give up on it altogether. I continually do boneheaded things at the table that I know I shouldn't do. I have become a calling station. I play hands that I have no business playing. I am trying to figure it all out. I don't want to sit down at the table anymore. I feel as if I have no clue as to what the crux of the game is anymore.
I guess I just need to play through everything.
Thanks B.J.S.
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