Winter Ills

I promised more frequent posts, but then I relapsed into my cold again. Grrr. I think maybe there is some kind of inner ear infection maybe happening, because sometimes I get a feeling of vertigo. At any rate, I am doing very well, but can’t seem to shake this winter cold/flu/inner ear infection or whatever it is.

Someone said to me that one of the reasons I tend to pick up harassers and stalkers is out of jealousy. I guess I never really hypothesized that could be the reason since I have had more than my fair share of illness and disease. Sure, I do have a great life, no doubt, but my health has always been the pits.

At any rate, if someone is so jealous of the life I lead that it drives them to harassing me online or in person and/or stalking me, all I can say is that perhaps getting a really good job promotes success in life. Finding God also tends to bring lots of people peace and happiness.

On the poker front, remember that anyone can win a tournament or a cash game session. There is such a huge luck component in poker that bad players can and do win quite a bit. The real key is consistency over time. If you find yourself winning here and there, but without stats equaling someone who is in the top percentage of overall winners, there is a problem. Instead of bragging about fleeting results, try to study and learn how to be a long-term winner. Poker is a marathon, not a sprint.

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Stalking is the New Black?

I know that I have been pretty silent over the past couple of months. The first issue was that I had the cold from hell. It started around Halloween and every time it was just about over, I had to travel somewhere and relapsed. This happened so many times that I finally just decided to stay in one place until it is long gone. Just relapsed a bit again last night, ugh.

While it seems that I am ill, the truth is that I haven’t had a really bad cold for well over a year. I am much more healthy than I have been in over ten years.

The second issue I had was with a stalker. Glenn didn’t really want me to talk much about this online because the threat wasn’t totally eliminated. I have kept relatively quiet about it in the past couple of months. Eventually, however, it started bothering me more and more than I’d allowed a couple of people to silence me.

Now, had the threat been directly solely at me I’d never have stayed silent.  As I’ve stated throughout my life, I am certainly not a victim. I don’t play that game of being threatened and/or bullied by someone and capitulating. I leave that to the progressives. They can have it.

In this case, however, the threat was consistently more directed at GLENN than me! I guess stalkers believe that eliminating the spouse will help them get closer to the source? I don’t know, I’ve never stalked anyone before. Seems like a huge mental illness to me. At any rate, since my loved one was being threatened, I took his wish into consideration and kept my big, fat yap shut for once. It is one thing to be flippant and defiant about ones own life, it is much harder to maintain that attitude when the person closest to you is having his life threatened by a stalker!

In better news, I have gained back all of the weight I lost last year! My pancreas seems to be behaving wonderfully. No longer am I the 120 lb. weakling. I am not sure how long it will last, but right now I am in heaven, able to eat again with less stress than imaginable (after having pancreatitis for five years, it is impossible to eat without fear of another attack. But right now I am running very good).

Since I’m staying put until I am completely recovered from this cold, I have no idea when I’ll make it up to MGM. I’m sooooo feening on that cardroom.

I did get to play in Fort Lauderdale, however. This was during the time I wasn’t allowed to speak freely regarding my whereabouts. Yeah, Florida poker is awesome! The play is so unbelievably loose. Unfortunately, Glenn forgot our bankroll and so we just had to play for the bare minimum with some stray twenties that I had in my wallet. Glenn busted early, but I managed to triple up my first buy-in when my AKo hit two pair on the turn.

Later (after breakfast), I busted my second min buy-in when my AA was called all-in by 76s which hit trips on the river. Since I had such a small amount of money with me, I wasn’t able to play O8, PLO or the mixed games they were spreading. Next time we travel I am going to make a check-list, so we won’t forget again (this is the 2nd time Glenn has forgotten our bankroll on a poker trip and has had to either get money wired or go to a bank to have some poker money transferred). I guess I should be in charge of these things, but he is the one with the key to the kingdom, so from now on I’ll just be the one in charge of telling him not to forget ;)

Speaking of Glenn and poker, I think that the thought of PLO has somewhat renewed his interest in playing more often. I have been teaching him beginner PLO (although I am a beginner, too)! The variance almost gave him a heart attack at first, as it did me, but he will eventually grow used to it. For people who are ultra conservative, it seems like such a roller coaster to double up, bust, bust, triple, bust, double, double, triple, bust, double in such a short span of time. We tend to play games with low variance and even the ones we play that have higher variance than PLO (Stud high) are limit games, so the swings don’t seem quite so erratic. Glenn is the king of LL Draw High, which is a super low variance game. He had a hard time accepting the highs and lows of PLO the first time he played. Now he seems to be handling it better.

Expect more posts soon as my hubby is about to reach the big 50 and our anniversary is also right around the corner!

God bless.

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Saw this one a mile away. My intuition isn’t always great (doh, see some posts from the past year), but I saw through this from minute one. Especially when the rep tried to say I couldn’t speak aloud about the atrocious rake for the “package.” Red flags everywhere!

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Updates and Future Plans

Sorry that I have been unable to update this blog more often. I wrote before that I got a horrible cold that lingered on and on due to constant travel while recovering. In total the cold has been persisting for over six weeks! Every time I get over it, I have to go somewhere and end up relapsing.

I am completely blessed though, because before this I hadn’t had a cold for over a year. My immune system is definitely recovering.

Another reason I haven’t been more verbose is because I am so restricted in what I can write about. Right now I’m not really supposed to write about where I am, what is going on, possible alternatives to constant travel, future travel, specific people or places and results. That is pretty much my entire blog! So it makes writing more of a chore and is totally not my style.

Glenn even had to temporarily take down dozens and dozens of posts while I was out of the country in order to help safeguard us. Hopefully soon I will be able to make those archives available for public viewing.

Poker is always changing, but some things stay the same. Yesterday at Maryland Live there was a new promotion. High hands every 10 minutes. This is a promo due to National Harbor opening today. At any rate, by 3pm yesterday the wait list for 1/2 NLHE was over 200 deep! Yes, on a Wednesday afternoon.

Since all of my current students are up north, and most of my coaches are there as well, I will most likely spend my time in parts north after this winter. Hopefully I will be able to talk more about exactly where in the future. I don’t care for cold weather, so I plan to spend lots of time working on this new project, down south and out of the country. Sorry that I can’t be more specific.

The last pupil I had in NC has advanced so far that he no longer needs my coaching! He is already way better than me at NLHE, woohoo! He claims he is going to return for my help once he starts delving deeper into PLO, but I have a feeling he will be absolutely fine on his own and will figure it out when that time actually comes. WTG, -J- I knew you could do it. I am so very proud of you!

God bless.

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Ego Otium Honore Glenn

I am finally home and will write more about my last three trips at another time.

Right now I want to honor someone who gets little attention in this blog, due to not playing much poker anymore.

Glenn is my wonderful husband of almost 20 years. He is the glue that holds my crazy life together!

I haven’t been able to write in a few days due to being so overly exhausted and sick. The cold that I contracted on October 30th kept relapsing as I pushed myself to more and more travel. Every time I thought it was behind me, it came right back. I guess I didn’t realize just how much of a toll that 3.5 months of constant travel was having on my immune system.

Glenn and I had a great Thanksgiving. We stayed in due to both of getting over lingering colds, but had a wonderful non-traditional dinner. I thank God we live in the the USA and have many reasons to be thankful this year!

I hope everyone enjoyed Carl’s guest post. Thank you so much, Carl for the kind words and for posting when I was too ill to write. I love you, my friend.

In the future, I am going to limit the information I post about where I am headed to play poker. This is just a precaution and hopefully, eventually things will settle down so that I can continue to meet great poker players all over the country!

Since travelling all of the time eventually took its toll and I was sick as a dog, I have something new in the works with regards to poker which won’t require as much travel. More on this as it develops.

Until the next time, may God continue to bless and keep you all. Special prayer request for Israel in its time of crisis with arson-jihadists. Shalom.

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Two Reunions + Two Thanksgivings

A Guest Post, by Carl Frommer

Reunion No.1:  I recently returned from a reunion with my old Army unit, the 2-505 Parachute Infantry Regiment, 82nd Airborne Division, Fort Bragg, North Carolina.  Proud paratroopers we were and will forever remain, Fort Bragg welcomed us home 33 years after our now mostly forgotten deployment to the Caribbean island nation of Grenada; a mission code named Operation Urgent Fury.  

It was October of 1983, I was a young Infantry Sergeant turned 21 years of age just a few weeks into our deployment.  Grenada was the first and last military operation since WWII that U.S. soldiers were overwhelmingly welcomed by all but an insignificant few of its beautiful citizens as liberators from an unpopular murderous communist coup that overthrew their democratically elected government with the help of Cuban and Russian advisers. Hundreds of American citizens who attended a popular medical school on the island were also at peril.

Good times at our reunion bound by our brotherhood forged by all that we had experienced together.  I have no sufficient words to convey what it all meant to us to reunite.  It was a beautiful larger than life event. It was a deeply meaningful thing to us all.  From laughs to tears we shared, it was all good, both healing and up lifting.  It was unequivocally a necessary pilgrimage for this old soldier to make.   Our former Battalion Commander, Col. Keith M. Nightingale,  wrote in an essay about the bond of brotherhood between soldiers.  He wrote, “Love is not too strong a word.”   Not too strong a word by a long-shot, I say.  It is a sort of love distinctly its own as is the nature of love between lovers, family, and friends.

Thanksgiving One and Two:  One of my fondest memories as a soldier was Thanksgiving Day, Grenada, November 1983. Our unit was spread throughout the small Caribbean island nation.  The Grenadians wanted to express their own thanks by hosting individual Thanksgiving dinners to the troops dispatched throughout the island.  It was a beautiful thing to experience; the grace and expressions of gratitude from so many of its grateful citizens having their democracy and freedom restored.  The Grenadians were intrigued and loved the notion of this most American of tradition when we gather for a traditional meal and give thanks for all our blessings.  So grateful the people were and so lovely they found our tradition of Thanksgiving; the following year the Grenadians declared October 25th as Grenada’s own Thanksgiving Day marking the anniversary their freedom and democracy was restored.   It is a national holiday that stands to this day.  A humbling honor to any America that might take a moment to ponder it.

Reunion No. 2:  It was something special that my Army reunion to NC afforded me the opportunity to reunite with my dear friends Felicia and Glenn.   It had been way too long (perhaps 10 years or so) and it was ever sweet for the soul to reconnect with two very special people I so much love and admire.  My heart and soul was abundantly filled with the bonds of love and camaraderie that is the foundation of our enduring special friendship.  It was as if no time had passed from minute one.

It was a special thing my lovely wife Traci finally got to meet Felicia and Glenn. Traci quickly grew fond of both Felicia and Glenn and formed a genuine bond of friendship in the two days we connected; once just before and then just after my Army reunion.  We actually cancelled other plans to make time for that second day together and I’m so very glad we did.  

It was tremendously up lifting.   I have not shared this with Felicia until now, but in many way our friendship is akin to my soldier’s bonds of brotherhood.  There are reasons this is so, perhaps to be told another time.   

My reunion with Felicia and Glenn caused me to become more aware how particularly rare and special our enduring friendship is.  Mutually nurturing and unconditional.  

Be it built on bonds of brotherhood or friendship it is ever so sweet to be with people you love; to both receive and to see your love received with grace and gratitude.  

A gorgeous week it was for the heart and soul of this lucky fellow.  


Carl Frommer


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