Poker can really kiss my ass sometimes. Last thursday I lost my stake on the 3rd hand. I lost a ginormous pot on the 1st hand when I had a pair of Kings and got sucked out by suited 6-8. I guess I didn't jam the pot enough pre-flop, but knowing Jeff, he would've called anyway. Aggravating. I lost the rest of it 2 hands later when I had a pair of 8s in the big blind. I lost a race to Jeff, of course.

Don't mind my complaining, I'm just slowly realizing that I'm really not as good at poker as I'd like to think I am. I definitely have my moments, but I have just as many moments when I get badly outplayed.