I was pretty tired last night, and my back was sore, so Erin took the kids to the indoor playground while I stayed home and relaxed with medication coursing through my veins. After they got back, I took William up for a bath while Erin tried to get Julia to go to sleep. After an hour+ of Julia not sleeping, we swapped kids, and Julia and I watched Curious George while playing fake money poker

The poker was interesting - I sat down to the right of a big stack who quickly showed that he was tired of playing by going all-in every single hand. The funny thing was that people would limp in, then fold to his inevitable all-in raise. So, fortunately I picked up a pair of queens, and “laid a trap” - ie, limped like the rest of the idiots. For half a second, I thought he wasn’t going to go all in this time. Fortunately he did, and his 8-4o was no good. A few hands later he ran into another player who was tired of his play and called with Q-10d which was good against 7-6o. Not the play I would have made, but then, who am I to judge. So, after that guy was gone, the Q10 guy winds up eliminating half the table when his AQ holds up against QJ and AJ, so now he’s got a massive stack, and it’s just him and me. We played heads up for a while, and he was pretty passive on the button, letting me check down hands that I would have folded preflop. Anyway, one particular hand, I had A9, and the flop missed me, but looked like if it hit him, he wasn’t laying it down, and if it missed him, I was ahead anyway. The turn and river gave me an ace high straight for the nuts, so I raised the pot (something like 800) He reraised me all-in (something like 65,000 for me, he had 130,000) So I called, expecting a chop, but lo and behold, he had a lowly 9 for the sucker’s end of the straight. He never played another hand with me the rest of the night.

Simpson’s quote of the day: “I’m sorry. My mother always said if you can’t say anything nice don’t say anything at all.” - Marge