Crapshootin'

I wish I could attribute my absence to something wild like an alien abduction (I do have an unexplained scar on my shoulder) or being in the Witness Protection Program (my Grandpa did have ties to the Chinese mafia); or even better, some story about a room in Vegas, 4 strippers, and a whole gaggle of Poker bloggers. Alas, the truth is much more mundane.

Work, online classes, family... the occassional poker game: win some, lose some. Even made a trip to the Muckleshoot to take care of a dice-throwing jones. Ironically, my two times at the Craps table was less of a crapshoot than many of the 3/6 and 4/8 sessions!

Okay, I admit, the first time back at the rail, the table was ice-cold. All the way around the table, only three or four rolls, then seven-out and leave. I was down to $25 from $100, and it was just me and the wife left at the table. She said, c'mon let's go, but I told her to give the dice a shot since we were the only ones left. Amazingly, she hit her point, and a few more people joined the table when they saw the chips sliding my way. She continued to hit the numbers, the table filled up again, and when she finally did seven-out, I was up $50! My wife obviously warmed up the table, and I stuck around for another few shooters and took another $100 of the casino's money.

Of course, a good chunk of that went right back into the fishy's pockets in the poker room. No point in trying to berate someone who calls a pre-flop cap and catches their double-gut shot straight draw... it's a 3/6 game, what else would you expect?

But another trip to the Craps table last weekend and a power lunch at the Silver Dollar and I'm doing okay for the month. Now I just need to find some spare time to catch up on the many many blog posts I've missed reading over the last few weeks... see if I can't get back to thinking about the pot-odds rather than the pass line and come-bet odds. Yo-leven... errr, I mean, RAISE!!!