Bankroll Builder. As part of the online education of e-pal (who resides Down Under, btw), I asked him to create his own pregame checklist of things to focus-on/remember during an upcoming session of poker. Number one on his list was:
"Gap Concept - If there is any doubt: FOLD!"
To which I immediately nodded my head and thought:
"Wow. My work here is nearly done."----
Tilt Hills. Am still fine-tuning my tilt hill and, specifically, the eight major categories of tilt. For instance, this morning I renamed the "anguish" tilt category to a more general category of "frustration." The mildest form of this would be mild irritation or annoyance. The most severe would be what Mike Caro once labeled "Despondent Tilt," or "The Point of No Return." It's been a long, long time since I felt that one, but I remember it as if it were yesterday. I don't care anymore, just take my money....
Side Glances. The title in today's post comes from one of my favorite columnists of all time: the incomparable Peter Egan of Road and Track fame. For years and years I subscribed to R&T, even through the dark days, primarily for Egan's monthly column. Hell, I even subscribed to Cycle World for a while because he penned an awesome monthly there, too. If you're into the internal combustion engine at all, this is a writer to search out.
Work. I currently hate my job. I've been assigned what is effectively a second full-time undertaking, which is essentially me being asked to step in and "fix" a dysfunctional, out-of-control group of engineers and scientists. I know very little about the subject matter of the group (high-level science related), the personalities are either very strong minded with their own agendas, or weak/timid folk, and most of the work has already left the station (on uncertain paths). Oh, and I get to double my travel away from home. Joy.
Big Bad Government. Still haven't received my Full Tilt remission. I must be on some sort of blacklist. Grrr.
All-in for now...