argonautgod

Poker theory: In a tournament instinct and gut feelings will get you further than mechanical brilliance. Proof: Head-up against the Hindu Cow, I get A2 diamonds. I intend to go all the way with this hand, irregardless of what Hindu has. My gut feeling says so. Hindu in the small blind flat calls. I raise. Hindu commences his hokey humming and ahhing shtick and pushes his chips in. I call immediately because I solely do not care what he has, I know these cards are going to get the job done. He turns over Ac Kh. I shrug instead of kicking myself for running into a locked up situation. I know, repeat I know on instinct, my cards are good. I hit the 2 on the flop, the turn give me 4 to a flush and means Hindu can't hit Kd and the river seals the deal. Now that's just one hand but the thing was I was making moves like that the entire game. The only way Hindu managed to survive so long was because of his mechanical brilliance - and Egg's stupidity. I am convinced Hindu does not have poker instinct like Egg and I, we certainly don't have his mechanical brilliance - you can read us like a book, you can't him. Then again, as Joe Cabot says "You don't need proof when you got instinct."

More stuff happened but I can't embellish it enough to make it worth your while. You need to do them to feel it. So for the Duncan O'Sullivan fix you need to:

Fix your carhole.

Make a door.

Spray a 50/50 bleach mix on your fence to kill the moss, melt the birdshite, vex the insects before scrubbing.

Be told your doing a good job by teenage strangers cruising in a customised pink Ford. (cheeky feckers)

Bullshit with Shetland engineers as they install the electrical shower.

Be mocked by your family when you can figure out how to work the shower.

Yell like a retard in an empty shopping mall.

Realise how hot a sunbed actually is.

Dominate at poker.

Wince as you lift your right arm above your head.

Get shocked by a blaring alarm as you open a door, then realise the office doesn't have an alarm and be even more freaked. (It was the blokes doing the fire alarm testing, cool guys.)

Laugh yourself senseless at Bush fighting his umbrella.

Download a video player to help watch the movie you downloaded but is unwatchable due to your computer being an ancient lump of brontosaurus crap - and be wowed as the VLC player turns out to be worse!

Watching Bargain Hunt. Many episodes.

Start/leap on a Kyle Orton bandwagon. (7/11 100-odd yards, 1 TD - to a TIGHT END by god, 113.4-odd rating)

Torch the Chad Hutchinson bandwagon (3-14/40-odd yards, 2 ints, 3 sacks 0.0 rating)

Retire the CHAD song (breaks my heart to do this)

Prep the KYLE song.

Giggle like a churlish BITCH as you realise the defence is going to be so awesome.

Feel reassured that Cedric Benson does want to be a Bear and really isn't that greedy (sorry Cedric) and when he gets on the field he's going to PWN. Which is why Kyle should be starting. The running game is going ot be grand. The defence is 85-esque. Give him a limited mantra.

Watch CM Punk & Samoa Joe matches.

Then, finally, make the phat breakthrough on your next book which means you can lock in the plot - which is what I'm about to do.



The man is HOPE INCARNATE!