About poker, not running

I was going to blog about running today (a little more than two miles if you were wondering [17]). But then the Spartans lost spectacularly to the school that shall not be named and I was a little grumpy about that and was flipping through the stations to find some mindless fun and I saw that Mean Girls was on. I've already seen the movie and I remember that it was indeed mindless fun. But I couldn't really remember anything else about it. So I watched. And about ten minutes into it I realized it was the kind of movie that doesn't really need one's full attention. So I started playing poker (1). And since I've just finished that session, I've got poker on the mind and I think I'll bore you all with it.

Remember that blogger freeroll I played in a while ago? Well, in order to play in that I had to start a PokerStars account. It seems that they weren't happy with the fact that I didn't have any real money in my account, so on Tuesday they gave me five dollars to play with for two weeks. The problem I have is, does the two week limit include the money that I win? After fourteen days will they take the seven dollars I've won as well as the original five they gave me? If so, they've got a pretty sweet deal going there.

But anyway. I felt like a dick in the session I just finished playing. For those of you who don't know, there are a lot of unspoken rules in the world of poker. Probably one of the biggest rules is not to say anything that might influence the action of a pot that you aren't involved in. Well, someone did just that. I had made a sizable bet and the only player still in the hand with me was taking a long time to decide what he was going to do. While this player was thinking, someone else tried to guess what my hand was. Even though that guess was wrong and probably didn't influence the other player very much, I felt the need to tell this guy that he shouldn't have made that comment. I wasn't rude. I didn't swear or call him names. But I felt like a dick afterward. I don't know why. Rationally, I feel justified. But emotionally, I feel like a dick. Weird, huh?

I'm grateful for Mean Girls (20). It's better than it probably should be.