Send Lawyers Guns and Money

I couldn't think of a title, so I just used the last song I heard. I miss Warren Zevon.

I was reading through some old blog posts of mine. Can you believe I posted 35 times in one month? That was years ago. That rate might kill me these days.

This is officially my 1015th post. My first post was four years ago tomorrow. That's about 250 posts a year for four years. I can't believe I had that much to say.

Most of my posts fall into two categories other than comics. Complaining/bragging about some Omaha hand, or being mean to someone for something stupid they did. The complaining and bragging probably didn't entertain anybody, and the being mean sure made me a lot of enemies.

I just tried starting a list of the enemies, but it would take too much time. Most of them are pretty smart guys, but there's something sad about them and their lives. You can feel it in their posts. Something is wrong, and it's not going to be fixed anytime soon.

I've been really lucky that this blog has introduced me to a lot of friends too. There are way too many of them to list also. And most of them have faded into the background of the poker blogging world. Some are still there, but most of them were never cut out for the high-flying freakshow that passes for online poker players these days. None of them ever tried winning ten grand with a month of twenty-five cent poker. The biggest thrills were meeting up in Vegas and playing some small stakes tournament, or going to a hotel suite in Cincinnatti for a birthday poker game. Not hitting the tables and using the proceeds for drugs and hookers. Their lives are quite a bit smaller than that.

I'm one of the ones who faded. Maybe it was the UIGEA, maybe my interest just started failing. I remember four tabling $50 O8 SNGs on Party Poker, occasionally taking a shot at a $100 game and feeling like a big shot. Those stakes are now laughably small time, and I can't even imagine playing that high now. I still play but very small and for very short sessions. When I get that pointless feeling, I quit. I don't chase bonuses and rakeback. I don't enter a big MTT to try and get that big score. I play some small cash. I jump into a turbo SNG.

I haven't phased poker out of my life or this blog. I still love it, and I still love reading about poker. God do I love poker blogs. I love reading about your home games. I love reading about your bad beats and your tournament wins. The struggles and the accomplishments all hit home with me. I used to be there with you, but now I just watch from the stands. But I'm still your fan. If you read me and you have a blog, I probably read you. Keep up the great work. Thanks for YEARS of entertainment, and the years to come.