I didn’t start this war, but I sure as hell intend to win it.

Ladies and gentlemen, if you will kindly direct your attention to the blog roll gracing the right hand side of this screen, you will notice a new section entitled: “LA Poker Blogs.” There you will find links to bloggers from all over the Los Angeles Consolidated Metropolitan Statistical Area. We’ve got the numbers, we’ve got the goods. Thank you.

Not a poker blog either

I’m sorely tempted to link up Facty as an LA poker blogger. She’s not really a poker blogger, but she’s an amusing read, and that’s almost as good, and sometimes better.

Take the 10 East to the 5 South. Exit Washington.

For my part, there’s really not much for me to say about last Saturday’s Commerce expedition. I called too much on one hand, fairly certain I was beat, and lost half a buyin. All my other hands failed to catch or got out-flopped. I may have even been outplayed once or twice. But it was a nice enough table, and I was fairly happy to be there.

The largest pot that went down (which I was not involved in) was about $550 between A3, Q3, and presumably Ax on a A33XX board. All the money went in on the turn. I could only watch with a certain measure of jealousy as Mr. A3 swept the pot. This was a guy who had $400 when I sat down and slowly lost half of it over the course of a couple hours. The $550 pot built him back up, but he proceeded to call large bets preflop and on the flop only to fold on the turn. I needed a goddamn hand against him, but never got a shot at those chips.

I probably would have lost more money playing the 2/4 limit game with the other bloggers, but I’m pretty sure I would have had a better time. After Grubby showed up (the guy doesn’t sleep, apparently), I cashed out my chips and we wandered over to the back room purgatory where they squeezed the 2/4 players onto tiny Pan tables. Joe’s got a good account of the hijinks there, which you should probably read if you haven’t already. I got the feeling that the small room, small tables, and small stakes made the game akin to someone’s loosey-goosey home game in a casino environment. When you suckout on someone, you might feel bad that you played less than perfect poker. When you suckout on someone you know, well… that’s just funny. At any rate, it was more fun to watch these boys play that game, ramming and jamming with second pair or the hammer than to sit and fold crap hands out on the main floor.

I’m still busy as hell, and the cloud of my losses over the three last sessions is still hanging over me, so I think this’ll be it on the poker front for a big longer.

The good news is that I got a passing score on the written portion of my comp exam, and if I use my procrastination poker winnings to reimburse my checking account for the printing costs, I can halfway justify procrastinating in the first place….