Third Night in a Row Playing Poker

In our last few games of the softball season, we are looking at needing a win in all of them, if possible, to allow us the opportunity to win the B league. Right now we are not in control of our own destiny. We were going against Otto’s Grays tonight. Jeff, an old manager from the Treaty Ground Rock Hounds, was playing on this team. Jeff had kicked me off the team after five games back in the summer of ninety-nine for batting four-twenty-nine.

We crushed his team winning twenty-two to five. I hit a double, a homerun, I had a walk, and a single. I also got a couple RBI. It was a pretty good day for me. I wanted to shine a little more, but I am happy with it.

After the game I went to My Office to buy a pitcher of beer for hitting the solo homerun. When I hit it, it was one of those ones that felt perfect. It was off the sweet spot of the bat. The second I hit it, I knew it was going to be a homerun. There was no doubt about it. It went to center-field. What was funny was their left-center fielder went running for the ball and hit the fence and tumbled over it.

After being at My Office I was invited to play poker at Mike’s again. I went over there just after nine o’clock. I sat in what is now known as the Wild Bill seat. Because your back is to the door.

Tonight, just like the last two nights, I started my nights by losing money and rebuying. Finally after thirty bucks of buy-ins, I was down to forty cents. I had a six-three suited. I went all in. A six and three hit the board and I won part of the pot. So I was up some money. Then I went all-in a while later and won. Then I just kept building and building. Pretty soon I was up quiet a bit from the forty cents.

We ended the night with Omaha like normal. I came back in my money, like normal, but this time we did not play long enough for me to come all the way back. I lost about twelve bucks on the night, but I am still up over the last three days.