Hi, my name is Chilly.........

I am a very amateur poker player. An unwitting friend of mine, BBK, sent out an email in hopes to set up a WEEKLY "friendly" home game. I hit the "reply all" with nothing less than Über-enthusiasm. As a ploy of shock and awe I included a link to this blog. I figure if I am going to war, well, the enemy should know that I am willing to detonate large nuclear weapons on my own soil. You know, scorched earth, the whole annilhation deal.

My friend T just responded back with the following.

"Just checked out your website. Dude you're obsessed. And incapable of playing a friendly game of poker with the guys. Where do you find the time to analyze and write about it so much?"

Hmmm. Do I have a problem? I think I do. I easily blog 3x as much as I play. By my standards, that is the definition of problem. To much analysis and not enough playing. I spent at least four hours this week combing the poker blogger archives for links into my "Poker Blogger Dictionary™". I also realized that enough "real" people know about this thing that I have to do something.

So where do I turn when I have problems? I turn to my lovely wife. The wife is the one who shall return balance to my life. She is the chosen one.

There is a problem however. You see she has no idea about this blog. She doesn't really understand what happened in Vegas. I think she just thinks that TooloftheMan has 69 friends that joined us for a tournament in Vegas. Well, we all know that ToolBoy doesn't have that many friends. I got started in this because ToolPerson said something to the effect of "Hey I'm going to Vegas and playing in a tournament. If you go to this web site and start a blog you can play too." Yes I am a poser, and I am sorry to all of you in the pokerblogosphere. So it is time to come of the (virtual) closet, so to speak.

Hi, my name is Chilly and I am a poker blogger.

Honey, when we are sitting on the couch watching tv and I have the laptop typing furiously, this is what I am doing. When I am in the office ripping CD's on to i-Tunes, I am also doing this. If it makes you feel any better, I started this with the best intentions of keeping track of the 6 weeks that I spent at home with Lil' Chilly. See the beginning here, here, here, here, here and here. Sweety, you want to know what happened in Vegas? Read this, this, this, this and this.

The rest of you out there might be wondering why and how I have gone on with this since February and not told the wife. Well I am not 100% sure that she doesn’t know. I am 100% sure that I never told her about it. At the start it seemed kind of convoluted and forced, and a little strange. I was a little embarrassed. I mean the keeping of a journal documenting my 6 weeks at home with the boy was fine, but this poker journal thing, thats just a little weird.

Now it seems like I have been living/telling some sort of lie, making it even harder to finally ‘fess up. Is it really a big deal? No. Do I feel seven kinds of stupid, yes. Is this normal for me? Of course. I don’t really care what you bloggers think of me, but the wifey might just think I’m a completely different kind of idiot than she already thinks I am. This is a pattern in my life. I can act like a complete idiot and make a total ass of myself in front of/too people whom I don’t care if they ever talk to me again. But the wife? I really care what she thinks about me.

So here it is. My blogger soul laid out for all to see.

Whatever you do, don’t tell my parents.