I've Re-Created a Monster

Oy. I should never have written about Glenn and his table chatter during my recent posts. Why? Because writing about it made him take it up again.

We went to the Riverside last night for some low limit fun. Glenn couldn't keep his mouth shut for a minute. This is the same guy who doesn't speak ten words during a typical day. For whatever reason, he feels compelled to chatter non-stop in a cardroom.

So an off-duty dealer sits down to Glenn's left. Glenn open-raises with jacks. The dealer calls two cold. After the hand is over, a LPP is found to have A6o for top pair of aces. The dealer has queens. Glenn starts asking him why he didn't make it three bets. Glenn is telling him that if he'd have made it three bets, the LPP wouldn't have called three cold with A6o and the queens would have had a better chance to win. Glenn starts telling him how making it three bets with queens would have upped his win percentage significantly.

You'd think this guy was giving Glenn a blowjob or something, the way Glenn is talking to him!

They're playing against each other! The dealer is passive, loose and giving away lots of money. And here is Glenn, with his non-stop chatter teaching him about three-betting and pot odds.

WAY TO GO, GLENN!

Yeah, that is my motto, too...Go to the cardroom and educate everyone at the table and tell the guy on my left how better to beat me...

Felicia :)

Shirley

Back in January, Shirley told me that she had cancer.

She swore me to secrecy, so I never told anyone about it (save Glenn, of course). I was hoping that she would make it public, because she has become such a huge force in the pro-tournament world. I felt that if she got the word out, that it might encourage other players to get checked out. Find out about those lumps, get regular exams.

I remember when Max Pescatori told me that his sister was dying of cancer. He was angry. He said if she'd simply gotten care sooner, she would have lived.

Not long after his sister died, I told Max that I, too, had cancer. And just a month later, tourney pro and WSOP bracelet winner Curtis Bibb died needlessly of cancer.

In every case (including mine), we put off getting testing, which only made things worse. In my case, my so-called PCP kept assuring me that I didn't have cancer, and to stop being "so paranoid," just because my brother had had it. He put off testing and surgery, and kind of lulled me into a false sense of security.

I wanted so badly to believe that I didn't have cancer, that I let him poo-poo me for three months. I was definitely a fool.

Because of our stupidity, however, people like Shirley and some other players I know have insisted on early and/or preventable treatment. So getting the word out can only lift us up, as a whole, as a team.

We have to stick together.

Guys, as much as you don't want that anal probe, lol, it is necessary and important. An anal probe now, could save your prostate and colon later! Crapping in a bag for the rest of your life ain't all it's cracked up to be! Get regular check-ups! Don't be another statistic.

Felicia :)