Curse Schmurse, Red Sox Rule

Thank ye, Boston, for the bounty which ye have given unto us. May thine hair and beards grow every longer and thy smiting of the infidels grow apace.

I've gotten my ass kicked at the tables the last two nights. No need to sugar coat it or pretend otherwise. I'd like to say that it was horrible bad beats, suckouts, stupid fish, blah blah blah, but I can't really say that. Just a lot of second best hands I couldn't release and not many coin flips going my way. Plus a healthy dose of non-hot cards. I'm also playing too loosely, looking at my blackjack winnings from last weekend as play money. No more.

I think I need to settle a bit, as far as the tables I play. Variety is indeed the spice of life but that doesn't mean one has to constantly bounce around the Omaha, limit, and NL tables. I've been harvesting PokerTracker hands on the $50 NL tables at Party while I'm at work and I think I may settle there for awhile. It's a catch 22 of sorts, as I'm still too passive to extract the most value out of playing NL games but I enjoy it more. Plus there's just so much dead money in the NL games, even at the $50 level. Or maybe especially at the $50 level.

Pretty psyched for the blogger tournament tonight on Poker Stars. I'm playing under the handle "frogalog" (err, don't ask). Hopefully I'll post a better showing the last time, when I didn't even make it to the first break. I'll also be playing in the $2,500 freeroll at Empire at the same time, so hopefully I'll be able to make a run at one of them.

Work is increasingly become a tedious, mind-sucking drag. I can't even think about not working here at the moment, due to the double whammy of mortgages and wedding bills, but it's getting harder and harder to pretend to be enthused. I had my quarterly review yesterday and while my boss only had good things to say, she was pretty aware of my general level of burnout. It may be a moot point, though, if the mothership in NJ continues to outsource everything that isn't nailed down. The happy/sad thing is that I'd almost welcome change being forced on me, despite the potential hardship, as there just ain't nothing good about stultifying stasis.