Matt's Bookshelf So I came thisclose to giving up blogging for Lent, then decided to claim to post only once a day. Well, here's where lawyer weasels come in: I'll only post once a day per weblog. Ha! So you guys get stuff I'd have otherwise just put on my own space.
Anyhow, bought two books last night, neither of which were what I was looking for but both of which demanded to be bought. Instead of BP 2004 and some book full of Jeopardy!-style trivia questions (I wouldn't have been too particular about the second one), I got True Believers: The Tragic Inner Life of Sports Fans (by Joe Queenan) and The Psychology of Poker.
On the latter, my self-analysis left me as a 7,7, or "loose aggressive," player. Sadly I sense myself devolving into a "calling station" instead of evolving into a "killer": Instead of realizing I play too many hands and playing fewer of them, I've just started betting marginally more conservatively. Two hopeful signs there, though:
1. My style is almost exactly right for the real reasons I play: Not money, but the challenge of facing the best possible competition and to a lesser extent either the social aspect or the thrill of risky play.
2. Your stereotypical loose aggressive player apparently comes off as a total asshole given what he wears, the kinds of table talk he makes, and so on. Not me: I have easily the meekest in-person demeanor of anyone I know in the "loose-aggressive" corner. Also I stack my chips anally and apparently your typical loose person tosses them around carelessly.
