It feels like Christmas as a kid, that moment of anticipation before the wrapping gets ripped off a long awaited present when you already know what’s inside. And it’s not from Auntie Judy, and it’s not another pair of socks. This is the big one. The games console. The bike. The puppy. Oh who am I kidding, I never got presents like that. I’d sob for my misconception of a neglected youth, but I’m just too damned excited.
Not only did I receive an email telling me that the all singing, all dancing, all new version of Poker Tracker had been released, but they also told me I could get a massive discount of 70% because I already have a licence for version 3. Bargain!
I’ve downloaded the software but not bought the licence yet because I’m hoping (possibly quite cheekily) that they might also let me add the Omaha licence at a discounted price. I’d like to get into Omaha but I don’t have the licence for version 3 of the software, so the discounted upgrade doesn’t include it.
It’s installing as I type. It’s also just gone 2am, way too late for a proper game, but I can have a little play with it. That’s okay isn’t it? For the sake of my daughter’s morning entertainment, I’ve got to make sure I get to bed before 3am…
The Triple Barrel Kid 