Hollay
09-28-2005, 11:55 AM
This week's topic was Poker Therapy!
Thanks to all entrants!
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Here are this week's Write to Win choices:
Entry #1
Poker Therapy: The Antithesis of regular therapy.
At the the******s you relax on a couch.
Playing poker, you are always on the edge of your seat.
A The****** hopes you get better.
Other poker players hope you get worse.
You willingly pay a The****** to care, and encourage you not to beat yourself up.
In poker, you war to keep your money from people who could care less and hope you beat yourself up.
Good therapy causes everyone to like you.
Good poker playing causes everyone to hate you.
A The****** wants you to be honest, so they ask you questions to try to help you.
Your poker opponent wants you to be honest, so they ask you questions to try to hurt you.
Getting your the****** to believe your lies gets you nowhere, and ends up costing you more money.
Getting your poker opponent to believe your lies makes you more money.
A The****** encourages you to stay away from people trying to take advantage of you.
At a poker table, everyone is trying to take advantage of you.
A The****** tells you your secret character flaws that allow people to take advantage of you.
Your poker opponents don't tell you your character flaws that allow them to take advantage of you.
The The******s secretary hopes you get better so they never see you again.
Every poker table has some sort of house rake.
If your The****** is good, you get your moneys worth and thank them.
If your poker opponent is good, you lose your money and end up hating them.
When you realize you have a bad The******, you hate them and want to stop seeing them.
When you realize you have a bad poker player, they’re your best friend, and you cant get enough of them.
When you’ve had good therapy, you eventually get enough and stop going.
When you play good poker, you can’t get enough and can't stop playing. What’s funny about this one is that if you play enough bad poker and can't stop playing, you end up in therapy.
~MinnesotaRon
Entry #2
Dear John,
This is going to be brief and to the point. I have left you, and I’m not coming back. I tried to be a good wife these past 27 years, but you never cared how I felt or noticed that I was nearing my limit with your gruff and bluff behavior. I tried to tell you how low I was, and that I was tired of setting the table, washing pots and pans and sitting home while you played at one golf tournament after another when you weren’t working. I was even happy for you when you scored an ace on the par 3 and won a $20.00 bet. (But I did tire of hearing about all the bad putts and wayward chips that didn’t find their target) And it wasn’t easy trying to raise three kids when I was at loose ends and mired in the muck of loneliness. I honestly thought I was going nuts at times, and even considered jumping off the nearest bridge, but realized that wasn’t the answer. What I needed was a life of my own. So, in desperation, John, I took one of the very few outs I had. I began an affair. (To be more accurate, I should say I resumed an affair I indulged in while I was in college before I met you.) And, I’m pleased to say, it has restored passion to my soul and consumed every waking moment of my new life. If you’re wondering where I am and what I’m doing, John, tune in the Travel Channel this Wednesday night at nine o’clock. I’ll be there, at the final table, playing on the WPT. Then I’ll be off to the Trump casinos in Atlantic City before hitting Vegas for the WSOP. One last thought: Don’t be surprised if you hear the TV announcers refer to me as ‘The Grey Trey’. (After all, a new life deserves a new name.)
Take care and goodbye,
Joan
~one eyed cat
Thanks to all entrants!
Never played Write to Win? No worries - here's how it works.
Every week I pose a new topic and post it in the forum and in the Extra - Hollywood Poker's weekly newsletter, which is also featured on the homepage of this site. All you have to do is send me a story, poem, article (whatever!) on the topic and then I'll post them in the forum. Your fellow players vote for their favorite article and if yours is top pick, you win a tournament ticket. Send all submissions to hollay@hollywoodpoker.com.
Don't have time to write this week? You can still win by voting! One randomly selected voter wins Hollywood Poker gear ever single week.
Here are this week's Write to Win choices:
Entry #1
Poker Therapy: The Antithesis of regular therapy.
At the the******s you relax on a couch.
Playing poker, you are always on the edge of your seat.
A The****** hopes you get better.
Other poker players hope you get worse.
You willingly pay a The****** to care, and encourage you not to beat yourself up.
In poker, you war to keep your money from people who could care less and hope you beat yourself up.
Good therapy causes everyone to like you.
Good poker playing causes everyone to hate you.
A The****** wants you to be honest, so they ask you questions to try to help you.
Your poker opponent wants you to be honest, so they ask you questions to try to hurt you.
Getting your the****** to believe your lies gets you nowhere, and ends up costing you more money.
Getting your poker opponent to believe your lies makes you more money.
A The****** encourages you to stay away from people trying to take advantage of you.
At a poker table, everyone is trying to take advantage of you.
A The****** tells you your secret character flaws that allow people to take advantage of you.
Your poker opponents don't tell you your character flaws that allow them to take advantage of you.
The The******s secretary hopes you get better so they never see you again.
Every poker table has some sort of house rake.
If your The****** is good, you get your moneys worth and thank them.
If your poker opponent is good, you lose your money and end up hating them.
When you realize you have a bad The******, you hate them and want to stop seeing them.
When you realize you have a bad poker player, they’re your best friend, and you cant get enough of them.
When you’ve had good therapy, you eventually get enough and stop going.
When you play good poker, you can’t get enough and can't stop playing. What’s funny about this one is that if you play enough bad poker and can't stop playing, you end up in therapy.
~MinnesotaRon
Entry #2
Dear John,
This is going to be brief and to the point. I have left you, and I’m not coming back. I tried to be a good wife these past 27 years, but you never cared how I felt or noticed that I was nearing my limit with your gruff and bluff behavior. I tried to tell you how low I was, and that I was tired of setting the table, washing pots and pans and sitting home while you played at one golf tournament after another when you weren’t working. I was even happy for you when you scored an ace on the par 3 and won a $20.00 bet. (But I did tire of hearing about all the bad putts and wayward chips that didn’t find their target) And it wasn’t easy trying to raise three kids when I was at loose ends and mired in the muck of loneliness. I honestly thought I was going nuts at times, and even considered jumping off the nearest bridge, but realized that wasn’t the answer. What I needed was a life of my own. So, in desperation, John, I took one of the very few outs I had. I began an affair. (To be more accurate, I should say I resumed an affair I indulged in while I was in college before I met you.) And, I’m pleased to say, it has restored passion to my soul and consumed every waking moment of my new life. If you’re wondering where I am and what I’m doing, John, tune in the Travel Channel this Wednesday night at nine o’clock. I’ll be there, at the final table, playing on the WPT. Then I’ll be off to the Trump casinos in Atlantic City before hitting Vegas for the WSOP. One last thought: Don’t be surprised if you hear the TV announcers refer to me as ‘The Grey Trey’. (After all, a new life deserves a new name.)
Take care and goodbye,
Joan
~one eyed cat