Posted by Dr Fro 7:27 PM
On Monday we played poker at my house. Kim won $200 playing .25-.50 NL Holdem, which is hard to do. In all the .25-.50 games we have played, only a couple, maybe three times has somebody won that much. While $200 may not sound like much, that is 400 BB's, which would translate to winning $2,000 in my old $2-$5 game, something I never did. Yours trule broke even (with a high-water mark of +$85), but drank about a gallon of Kim's tequilla, so I feel like a winner (and I felt like a winner on Tuesday a.m.!) Mr. KTL took about $50 from me on a hand where most people would have won little to nothing off of me. He flopped a set and between his body language and his betting (or shall I say calling) patterns, I was convinced he was drawing at a flush. Consequently, I bet the top pair pretty hard on the flop and turn, and he doubled up through me.
We went to Houston for the holiday and I didn't do much other than see family. I did grab a beer (or two) with Boyd, winner of the 2nd ever Dr Fro Poker tournament circa 1999, and we caught up on life. All other fun with friends will have to wait until Christmas.
Of course, I watched the UT-A&M game. Some losses are hard to take (say, OU when they got hosed by Oregon) and others are not. This one went down ok. If you had told me we would give up 250 yards on the ground and turn the ball over 4 times, I would have guessed that we would lose by 500, so losing by only 5 seems not so bad. You have to hand it to A&M's game plan. We had the best rushing defense and (one of) the worst passing defenses in the country. So, what do they do? Run it at us all game long. Suprising, but effective. What was not suprising was the defensive strategy: make life hell for a hobbled quarterback. They had him rattled all game, and it worked well.
I have heard some chatter on the last two hits on Colt McCoy. I don't have much to add. One was illegal, and the player was properly penalized. The other was legal. Football is a very violent sport, and sometimes (actually, quite often) that means that guys get hurt. That's football.
On the subject of the game, a
wise man recently wrote:
Who would have thought a freshman QB would have the same impact on the team as VY did.
I would respond, but I have no idea what that means, so I can't.
A genius at a gas station was so excited to talk smack to me (I was wearing UT gear today), and he decided to ask me why, if we were such great fans, were our fans booing Colt McCoy late in the fourth quarter? I don't think the idiot understood that the booing was in response to an instant replay at the stadium that showed what appeared to be an un-called facemask against A&M. Even a retarded sports fan knows that when, on TV, you hear the entire crowd boo in unison about 30 seconds after a play, it is probably in response to the replay. Oh well, he had obviously been waiting a while to find someone to ask that question. I smiled and walked away.
On the subject of football, this is just amazing.
And now that Christmas season is officially upon us, I will close with a little Christmas-ish humor:
Jesus and Satan were having an ongoing argument about who was better on the computer. They had been going at it for days, and frankly God was tired of hearing all the bickering.
Finally fed up, God said, "THAT'S IT! I have had enough. I am going to set up a test that will run for two hours, and from those results, I will judge who does the better job."
So Satan and Jesus sat down at the keyboards and typed away.
They e-mailed with attachments.
They did spreadsheets!
They wrote reports.
They created labels and cards.
They created charts and graphs.
They did some genealogy reports
They did every job known to man.
Jesus worked with heavenly efficiency, and Satan was faster than hell.
Then, ten minutes before their time was up, lightning suddenly flashed across the sky, thunder rolled, rain poured, and, of course, the power went off.
Satan stared at his blank screen and screamed every curse word known in the underworld.
Jesus just sighed.
Finally the electricity came back on, and each of them restarted their computers.
Satan started searching frantically, screaming: "It's gone! It's all GONE! "I lost everything when the power went out!"
Meanwhile, Jesus quietly started printing out all of his files from the past two hours of work.
Satan observed this and became irate. "Wait!" he screamed. "That's not fair! He cheated! How come he has all his work and I don't have any?"
God just shrugged and said,