The price of oil.
The price of fruit and vegetables.
The price of a cheezeburger dat ur kittah krayvz.
Everything’s up…except the housing market and the dollar…eck.
It could drive one insane, but there are guilty pleasures in life…like poker.
But dammit, going from 10 cents to 11 cents for our table game seems almost…absurd. That is until you win last quarter’s SDMB poker tournament. Sure, it was done with only 3 appearances which was the bare minimum to get ranked. Sure, I could have spent more than 33 whole cents to risk my 1st place standing to the rest of the sharkies in our little ocean. But then one must consider other priorities in life…
Like the price of violin lessons.
The price of baseball seasons.
The price of being a husband and a father.
And of course, the price of oil.
Well, that 33 cents turned into 63 cents through speculation against the best of the best…Asterion, Dag, Duck, Kyy, Missy, Oslo, and the dreaded Root. The Yeti learned how to make the most of what little he had…time. With the idea that “Less is More”, the Yeti prevailed.
Now the Yeti will risk that 63 cents and hopefully turn it into $1.22. Some speculate in oil…while the smart money is in the speculation of poker players.
Join us for some speculating…here’s our shaded and soiled past…get familiar with our little cozy corner of the market…
Our games are every Thursday, 10 pm Eastern, 7pm Pacific. If you are interested in joining a very fun loving and entertaining group of salted nuts, you have arrived at your destination…post here if your interested and we will fill you in on the details…or just feign mild interest from Railbird Lobby and holler at us, we’ll gladly tip our hats in your direction.
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