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Okay, okay.  No need to panic.  I’ve had basic first aid.  (Stop the bleeding, Start the breathing and Treat for shock.)  Got the first two coverd.  Still working on the shock part.

Still recovering from the size 14 steel toed work boot that was kicking my arse all up and down the tables over the latter half of the weekend.  It was ugly.  So ugly, it woulda made a train take a dirt road.

It seems like all the sharks, Donkeys, calling stations and just plain Idiots were at All of the tables all the time.  No matter where I relocated, and I did quite often, I could not find a good game.  But I kept playing (Mistake #1).  I remained at several tables with the crazies for far too long trying to pick them off, bleeding along the way.  (Mistake #2).  I was not focused and actually I think I was bored.  (Mistake #3).  Okay, Blah Blah Blah, I won’t bore you with the gory details, (Your Welcome.)

Summary

I played over twenty $20 SNGs and only cashed in a handfull.  Came very close Most of the time but no CeeeeGar.  The cash tables were no better.  I put a guy all in with AAAJJ.  Of course he had AAAQQ.  Cooooooler hand.  Ouch! I don’t think I played too terribly but that aforementioned boot was allways lurking in the shadows.

Strangely I’m quite relaxed about it.  But this does not mean I won’t be anylizing my play from the weekend.  I took alot of notes on players, Some of them not so kind.  Here’s hoping this was just a downswing and not the full blown start of the dreaded “Running Bad.”

All Is Well.  The Sky is not falling and the sun will come out tomorrow.  The sun will come out tomorrow, bet your bottom dollar.  And for those of you who say you weren’t just humming that song, YOU LIE.

Done Rambling, GL at the tables