The Sacrament of Confession

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. Its been over two months since my last post and these are my sins:

I have sucked at live poker. Really bad.

I have broke even at on-line poker. (But see Sharkscope graph for "Darvcus" on PokerStars. There is a pattern.)

I have not hosted any live games in my new basement, although the poker table got a workout with family in town over the Winter holidays. Endless drinks from the bar make for a lively game.

I have seemingly lost my ablity to read players at live poker. I have lost my feel for the game.

I have cursed at all the new on-line players invading the live poker scene, and their snarky appearances on TV. Why should I hate their good fortune? I guess its inevitable, right?

END CONFESSION

I am thankful to have a job and things are going well with my practice. My children do not feel the effects of the economic downswing and I strive to maintain this status. I am bringing in some new business and I continue to stay relatively busy. I am positioning myself to benefit when the economy picks back up.

I laugh at all the young guns invading the TV poker scene -- they have no life experience. I go to work day in and day out, and I sometimes question the energy that I must expend to stay on top of it all. But then I look back on what I have learned and experienced, and the example that I set for my children. And I smile and continue forward.