Class is permanent

Ok, I can't contain myself any more. I've been trying to hold it in but it's eating me up inside. I think once I've got it out of my system I'll feel much better.

The theme of the following entry can perhaps best be summed up in one sentence: I am absolutely different gravy.

Yes, it's time for a right old gloat-up.

Now, don't get me wrong. When it comes to baseball betting, I'm a complete joke. I think I've lost 7 consecutive baseball bets. According to William Foote, "even a bad handicapper should win 45% of his bets". Frankly I'm struggling to win 1%. It's that bad.

Also, I can't win a groat in cash games this month. No-one will throw me a bone. Even Richard Oakley beat me in a plo8 heads-up match. With this sort of form I should be having a really shit month.

However... (yes, you knew that was coming - apologies in advance for such noxious self-glorying) ... when it comes to $10 rebuy tournaments, I AM THE LORD OF ALL CREATION. Seriously, there's no stopping me. I just feel totally indestructible when I'm playing one. And if there's one absolute truism in poker, it's that confidence breeds success.

May 11th 1st / 613 +$6700
May 19th 1st / 448 +$4500
May 20th 5th / 207 +$450
May 24th 1st / 501 +$5400

I know, it can't continue. My form is just sickening to behold. In the 200NL the other day I got it all-in preflop for a 60,000 chip pot with AKo v AA v KK. Marv! Needless to say I made a flush. That sort of thing takes real class.

Sometimes, just sometimes, I wish I could win a tournament without having to get obscenely lucky at some point. But I'll take it.