Liveblogging the HDTV Borgata Trip

So Daddy wants a new tv for make pretty the football. Logically, Borgata 10/20 donkeys should pay for it. Thus we will live-blog the effort.

11:10am - first bad beat. Got to the Academy gate only to see a long line already loading onto the 11:30 bus. I missed it by two seats. As of 11:35 there are easily 40 people waiting for the 12 noon bus. This may be God's way of telling me not to go, that instead I should be atoning for my sins like my Jewish brethren, but I'd be lying if I said this was the first time I've spit on God's master plan.

11:55 - brag: the noon bus left 15 minutes early and I'm on my way. Beat: we're stuck in traffic on the turnpike. Variance: the driver is blasting 'motown's greatest hits'. Also, random thought: how crowded would the bus station have been if the Jews weren't all at home trying really hard not to think about food?

4:39 - been playing for an hour. Not much doing yet. My first table broke after 3 hands when a 20/40 game opened. We won't even talk about what a clusterfuck getting off the bus at Trump Marina was. Also, my grandmother had a small stroke. This is really not off to a good start.

6:32 - down 207. 0 for 3 against the live oneon my left. Haven't won a pot since 4:55.

7:50 - finally won a pot with a turned set of queens but then had aces cracked. I managed to get away on the turn. Stuck 300. Can't get anything going. But hey at least my reads are good. I'll take the small victories right now.

8:45 - I can't beat anyone. Flopped set of 5s rivered by a set of aces. Only won one pot since 4:55. Stuck 6 and a half now.