Well... what is it that you do with a club? You BEAT things. Therefore I am THE KING OF BEATS, and that would be the name of this blog were it not the stage-name I had set aside for when I become a famous hip hop producer.
I also feel an affinity towards clubs because they supposedly represents the peasant class; a class I both hail from, and currently reside in. It's best to be part of the peasant class because if you succeed you're rags-to-riches, and if you fail no one expected much of you anyway. For a gambler, this seems like a win-win situation.
Another reason for the name is that I'm quite proud of being Irish-American, and The King O' Clubs has a certain Celtic ring to it. Also, some grasshopper douche bag already started The King OF clubs blog, so I had to come up with something else. Anyways, what do you care nosy-pants ? Quit hatin' on a playa!
April 29, 2010
April 28, 2010
Unlucky Me
You are now following the ongoing chronicles of The King O' Clubs. Who is The King O' Clubs? Why he is THE UNLUCKIEST POKER PLAYER IN THE WORLD, that's who! I don't know if anyone has previously claimed this title, but I posses it now. I don't care if you've lost more money than me, you'll never be as unlucky. I'm serious... people laugh out loud. I got unlucky, you just played bad. There's a huge difference.
My destiny is to lose, despite my best efforts. Do you think reading a bunch of poker books will make a difference? NO! You think high volume will negate the variance? WRONG. You think I can't lose as a 20-to-1 favorite for my tournament life? IT HAPPENS OFTEN! Think I can short-stack ninja my way to the final table like I did in Vegas? NO I CAN'T! You will always find your outs when you're in a hand with me. Outs you didn't even know you had.
This is what goes through my opponent's head, right before he busts me on the bubble: "Damn... he caught me. I guess I have to call though, I'm pot-committed." The dealer runs the board, and out of the corner of my eye I see what appears to be a fist-pump. I'm sure people say "good game kid," but all I can hear is my opponent say "Whew! That was close. He totally had me!"
Now before you think I'm complaining, it must be said that I do not blame anything for this phenomenon because it is simply a force of nature. I do not blame the dealers or the internet. I do not blame the players OR the game. I just watch in silenced awe.
Join me now, and you too can witness the astounding, jaw-dropping, downright TAINT-NUMBING reversal of fortunes!
My destiny is to lose, despite my best efforts. Do you think reading a bunch of poker books will make a difference? NO! You think high volume will negate the variance? WRONG. You think I can't lose as a 20-to-1 favorite for my tournament life? IT HAPPENS OFTEN! Think I can short-stack ninja my way to the final table like I did in Vegas? NO I CAN'T! You will always find your outs when you're in a hand with me. Outs you didn't even know you had.
This is what goes through my opponent's head, right before he busts me on the bubble: "Damn... he caught me. I guess I have to call though, I'm pot-committed." The dealer runs the board, and out of the corner of my eye I see what appears to be a fist-pump. I'm sure people say "good game kid," but all I can hear is my opponent say "Whew! That was close. He totally had me!"
Now before you think I'm complaining, it must be said that I do not blame anything for this phenomenon because it is simply a force of nature. I do not blame the dealers or the internet. I do not blame the players OR the game. I just watch in silenced awe.
Join me now, and you too can witness the astounding, jaw-dropping, downright TAINT-NUMBING reversal of fortunes!
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