Starting a new tournament has been very interesting and fun except that as Frankenstein did I have unwittingly created a monster in the form of two women who love to play poker and drink alcohol at the same time.
Yes I can see the various eyebrows being lifted in astonishment that this gambling, libertarian lothario could be upset by a woman boozing poker player – but upset I am because not only are they resistant to my charms they are also taking money of me hand over fist.
How did I come to this position of being unhappy about birds, booze and betting? Well I hate to say this but poker is about the metaphorical size of your balls and your ability to tough out situations. When a woman who technically has no ’gonads’ kicks your butt severely, it is a very humbling experience and so you have to stop looking at these people as women and start to look at them as the deadly enemy who are trying to steal your money of you. The worst thing about it is that I taught them how to play less than 5 weeks ago and now they are bluffing and slow playing as if they have being playing all their lives.
No more Mr Nice Guy is now my name, and as the cockney sounding Ray Winstone character states in Beowulf ‘I’ve come to kill your monster’ is now my aim. I am not going to be the victim of a pupil becoming the master scenario it is just not on. I created Not The World Series of Poker, I taught these women how to play, I can drink them under the table and I am the Poker Knave – 100% diamond geezer. I cannot be beaten!