RETURN TO THE TABLES!

Tonight I played live poker for the first time in over a month. It's not that I can suddenly afford it or anything, I was just bored and didn't feel like staying home again tonight. I went down to the South Point and played about 3 hours of 1-2 NL, and I finished ahead about $160. It was a good feeling to have a winning session after such a long layoff, but my lack of play lately made me feel rusty and I never really felt like I had a groove going. Most of my proft came from one hand where I called a $10 pre flop raise with JT (which I don't normally do) and flopped an opened ender. The original raiser bet $20, I called and then pushed all in when I hit my straight. He called right away and when the board paired on the river I thought he might have a boat, but he mucked and I never got to see what he had. That was about a $250 pot. Nothing else too memorable, except an older guy at the table got mad at a younger guy over something and called him a "young punk." For a minute it looked like they might come to blows but thankfully nothing happened. By the way, the old guy looked and talked a lot like Vito Corleone in The Godfather which made the incident all the more scary....