It's not my fault Riggs is bigger than me! Experience should count for more than it does in this dumb test!
:)
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
Well Riggs is bigger....
This test is completely retarded, obviously!
It's not my fault Riggs is bigger than me! Experience should count for more than it does in this dumb test!
:)
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
It's not my fault Riggs is bigger than me! Experience should count for more than it does in this dumb test!
:)
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
Frantic Friday : The what shirt edition.... (most likely, nsfw)
Alright alright! I wouldn't let you down on a Friday!
I crashed for a bit early and then I couldn't sleep. I ended up watching Schaubsy and Astin run to 2nd. and 3rd. in the NumBlowMe re-buy until about midnight or so instead. Railing is not enough to keep me busy though so instead of being selfish and playing a game myself at the same time, I put a Frantic Friday together for you.
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So it's a done deal!
Peb's and I are headed to Rama for a little fun. But you see apparently, as I listen to my darling wife debate the big question that seems to be tormenting her to no end, today's toughest decision is all about the right gambooling attire. I didn't have any idea that this was going to be such a critical and pot altering question.
So it begs me to ask the ever frantic question, which colour do you really think is the luckiest?
See, I personally love the clean crisp lines that come with a bright and sharp looking White. There's just something spectacularly brilliant about using white in the right situation or, at the appropriate time. White can really add curves where they're needed and add highlight to all the areas that should be paid attention to. White is also the perfect oxy-moron. You see White always appears so impeccably clean, but we all know White's really dirty!
But there's supposedly some stupid "Winter White" rule or something and also, the fact that Black has that much more aggressive and tough look to it too. Black could be good for a little time at a $1/$2 table though.
I thought about Yellow a lot. I mean who wouldn't? Yellow is one of the most beautiful colours available and it can really catch your eye!
But it has seemed to me lately, that Yellow has become the new Blue. I mean you see it everywhere in the Casino nowadays and I do like to stand out just a little. Maybe I should go Blue?
Oh crap! I completely forgot about that Brown one Peb's keeps saying would look great on me.
Oh no wait! I can't go with the Brown. I don't really have anything that goes with that right now. I guess I'll have to get myself out and find something soon though, because Peb's is so right. I'd really like to see myself in that little number.
Well here's a really weird question that I can honestly say I never thought I'd be asking myself! Why the hell am I so focused on solids all of a sudden? I mean I have some great stuff with light prints that most of the other guy's well, they just drool over some of it! Hell! Most of them can't keep their hands off of them!
Of course, I've always been more partial to the darker printed patterns myself.
You know what? I think I've made my decision! I'm going to throw on a little mix 'n' match number and just have me some fun. Sometimes you just have to chill, decide to grab something, get yourself comfortably into it and then....
Just enjoy the ride!
Now there's really only one decision left to make, but it is an important one!
What do you mean what decision? Come on!
Everyone knows that you have to accessorise appropriately, or else the ensemble is going to be totally wasted as a package.
(I've really got to get all of you folks reading The Wife !)
So all I need to do now is.....
find
the
right
shoes !
Wish me luck !
I've really got to thank my Peb's for making me think this all through! It's been a fantastic and very educational process for me to discover. I'm definitely going to have to start giving my selections a whole bunch more thought from now on.
I should also thank my friends over at Bullz-Eye too. They've always been a crack research team, getting me past the incredible humps and bumps of any investigation. I've always been able to depend on them.
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
I crashed for a bit early and then I couldn't sleep. I ended up watching Schaubsy and Astin run to 2nd. and 3rd. in the NumBlowMe re-buy until about midnight or so instead. Railing is not enough to keep me busy though so instead of being selfish and playing a game myself at the same time, I put a Frantic Friday together for you.
= = = = = = =
So it's a done deal!
Peb's and I are headed to Rama for a little fun. But you see apparently, as I listen to my darling wife debate the big question that seems to be tormenting her to no end, today's toughest decision is all about the right gambooling attire. I didn't have any idea that this was going to be such a critical and pot altering question.
So it begs me to ask the ever frantic question, which colour do you really think is the luckiest?
See, I personally love the clean crisp lines that come with a bright and sharp looking White. There's just something spectacularly brilliant about using white in the right situation or, at the appropriate time. White can really add curves where they're needed and add highlight to all the areas that should be paid attention to. White is also the perfect oxy-moron. You see White always appears so impeccably clean, but we all know White's really dirty!
But there's supposedly some stupid "Winter White" rule or something and also, the fact that Black has that much more aggressive and tough look to it too. Black could be good for a little time at a $1/$2 table though.
I thought about Yellow a lot. I mean who wouldn't? Yellow is one of the most beautiful colours available and it can really catch your eye!
But it has seemed to me lately, that Yellow has become the new Blue. I mean you see it everywhere in the Casino nowadays and I do like to stand out just a little. Maybe I should go Blue?
Oh crap! I completely forgot about that Brown one Peb's keeps saying would look great on me.
Oh no wait! I can't go with the Brown. I don't really have anything that goes with that right now. I guess I'll have to get myself out and find something soon though, because Peb's is so right. I'd really like to see myself in that little number.
Well here's a really weird question that I can honestly say I never thought I'd be asking myself! Why the hell am I so focused on solids all of a sudden? I mean I have some great stuff with light prints that most of the other guy's well, they just drool over some of it! Hell! Most of them can't keep their hands off of them!
Of course, I've always been more partial to the darker printed patterns myself.
You know what? I think I've made my decision! I'm going to throw on a little mix 'n' match number and just have me some fun. Sometimes you just have to chill, decide to grab something, get yourself comfortably into it and then....
Just enjoy the ride!
Now there's really only one decision left to make, but it is an important one!
What do you mean what decision? Come on!
Everyone knows that you have to accessorise appropriately, or else the ensemble is going to be totally wasted as a package.
(I've really got to get all of you folks reading The Wife !)
So all I need to do now is.....
find
the
right
shoes !
Wish me luck !
I've really got to thank my Peb's for making me think this all through! It's been a fantastic and very educational process for me to discover. I'm definitely going to have to start giving my selections a whole bunch more thought from now on.
I should also thank my friends over at Bullz-Eye too. They've always been a crack research team, getting me past the incredible humps and bumps of any investigation. I've always been able to depend on them.
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
Going, going, gone....
Going #1 -
Uh Duh ! Peb's and I are in !!!!
Going #2 -
I should be 'cause I absolutely loved the first one. For me, it all depends on how I feel and what time I actually manage to get my ass out of here tonight. I know I'm exhausted right now..... so unless a miracle second wind manages to find me, I just don't see it happening.
BUT YOU SHOULD GO !!!
Gone -
Crazy, crazy couple of day's. I remember why I was going to start my own consulting/auditing business a few years back now though. I'm pretty freakin' good at this crap! Like good enough to have the answers in printed form, hitting both of the auditors ThinkPad keyboards before the question is even asked kind of good! Both auditors were about my age and I liked them both too. Very unusual these days, not to see an auditor right out of school and full of piss and vinegar and wrongful self-righteousness. To get two of the old school types during this ordeal, was beyond a treat and definitely bordering on davine interventional miraculousness of extraordinary proportions. At one point, I think I actually saw the Tea in my cup touching nothing but two sides!
Oh and another thing about guy's like this for auditors, they know their crap too! Uber-efficient and straight to the point. Yes the grey area is small BUT present and usable, as long as explanations are clear.
Results you ask? I done went 5 for 5. WoooOOOOoooT ME !
(sorry! No one around here is going to WOOT me, so I indulged)
So now as it always seems to go here in corporate Bedrock with these things, I'm just left to clean up the mess. I guess I could also sort through e-mails, catch up on all things, (mostly) work-related that no one did for me while I was busy solving the latest corporate crisis and then get the hell out of here.
Hmmmmm..... what was the good part about all this crap again?
Oh yeah..... ME!
WoooOOOoooT me.
= = = = =
I'm afraid Frantic Friday will have to be a game time decision kids. Peb's starts her new job on Monday and finishes up at the old place today. It's been a bit of a secret up until now I guess but,
WoooOOOoooT Peb's !!!!
I could really use a break and a day off sounds like just the ticket to me so, here we come Casino Rama.
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
Uh Duh ! Peb's and I are in !!!!
Going #2 -
I should be 'cause I absolutely loved the first one. For me, it all depends on how I feel and what time I actually manage to get my ass out of here tonight. I know I'm exhausted right now..... so unless a miracle second wind manages to find me, I just don't see it happening.
BUT YOU SHOULD GO !!!
Gone -
Crazy, crazy couple of day's. I remember why I was going to start my own consulting/auditing business a few years back now though. I'm pretty freakin' good at this crap! Like good enough to have the answers in printed form, hitting both of the auditors ThinkPad keyboards before the question is even asked kind of good! Both auditors were about my age and I liked them both too. Very unusual these days, not to see an auditor right out of school and full of piss and vinegar and wrongful self-righteousness. To get two of the old school types during this ordeal, was beyond a treat and definitely bordering on davine interventional miraculousness of extraordinary proportions. At one point, I think I actually saw the Tea in my cup touching nothing but two sides!
Oh and another thing about guy's like this for auditors, they know their crap too! Uber-efficient and straight to the point. Yes the grey area is small BUT present and usable, as long as explanations are clear.
Results you ask? I done went 5 for 5. WoooOOOOoooT ME !
(sorry! No one around here is going to WOOT me, so I indulged)
So now as it always seems to go here in corporate Bedrock with these things, I'm just left to clean up the mess. I guess I could also sort through e-mails, catch up on all things, (mostly) work-related that no one did for me while I was busy solving the latest corporate crisis and then get the hell out of here.
Hmmmmm..... what was the good part about all this crap again?
Oh yeah..... ME!
WoooOOOoooT me.
= = = = =
I'm afraid Frantic Friday will have to be a game time decision kids. Peb's starts her new job on Monday and finishes up at the old place today. It's been a bit of a secret up until now I guess but,
WoooOOOoooT Peb's !!!!
I could really use a break and a day off sounds like just the ticket to me so, here we come Casino Rama.
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
The longest day, longest comment and longest laugh....
Those, "in charge" have magically managed to manage my time to the point that my time is totally......
Un-manageable.
In a cost cutting effort of near epic proportions for the company, totally EPIC proportions for yours truly, I have not one, not two, not even a measly little three systems audits all scheduled in the next two days. Say it with me folks....
FIVE total systems audits..... in two freakin' day's.
I won't bore you with the minor details except to say, ISO is the runt in this litter of five! I can run through that one with my eyes closed.
SaaaaaaahWhhhhheeeeeeeeT lordy Jebus......
come 'n' take me now!
Now despite the slow and smarmy facade you all typically see from this here kid, believe it or not...... I'm pretty good at what I do. So overlapping is a very strong point. So I literally can walk all five auditors through one basic program and cover 90% of all of the bases. It's that damn 10% that drives me bananas. I mean, WTF is with the uniqueness and non-conformity in these stupid systems? Can we all not just get along here people!
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Just a short while back, Astin wrote this. I started immediately writing a comment that I soon began to realize, was so much more like a post.
So I have a crazy day today and next to no time to do anything of any intrinsic value to me. (read : read all your fabulous blogs as per normal and, write my normal drivel here) So here is the short version of a comment gone too long.
Peb's and I are what I assume is probably, "typical" when it comes to Vegas mail and e-mails. The players cards we have, (with the exception of The Venetian for the blogger tourney) are due to some substantial wins at the various Casinos. We all know the drill and hell, when The Tao of Luck was with me, I upgraded two card levels at one table sitting.
So we see monthly offers from the I.P., The Main Street Station, The MGM, The Riviera and Caesar's Palace. Now I personally can't stand Caesar's, so that crap goes right from the mail box to the recycle bin. But these represent the standard fair, for a month worth of mail from the City of Sin.
To put how bad things really must be for Vegas into total perspective, picture those mailings amounting to a standard six a month. Now if you can, wrap your mind around the 48 we had received in the month of December! So far in the early portion of January, we are at 32 free nights stay and at least a half a grand in free food comps. Oh and if we feel in a particularly charitable mood, with all the free Jackets, shirts and hats we could receive, we most likely could fill a Goodwill store upon our return. Then there's the free gas rebate deal. Is everyone getting these things? I just want one of the bigger ones to be for the Deathmobile on my commute, instead of on a flight to Vegas. We can now fly to Vegas from Toronto and get a fuel rebate, that almost covers the entire flight, if we stay at just the right Hotel.
You want a real sign of the status of our world wide economic picture? Check with the sinners first. They'll always cut you a deal to get a couple of extra bucks squeezed out of the masses.
Based on the Rosy and so very inexpensive picture that Las Vegas is portraying, I'm afraid we're in for a pretty long haul...... IMHO kids!
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I know most of you already read over there.......... but OMG !!!!!
If you guy's haven't been to my little brudder The Doc to see THIS, you have missed the tears of laughter, from how truly funny we can be. I know it starts a little slow but stick with it. It's so very worth it !
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
Un-manageable.
In a cost cutting effort of near epic proportions for the company, totally EPIC proportions for yours truly, I have not one, not two, not even a measly little three systems audits all scheduled in the next two days. Say it with me folks....
FIVE total systems audits..... in two freakin' day's.
I won't bore you with the minor details except to say, ISO is the runt in this litter of five! I can run through that one with my eyes closed.
SaaaaaaahWhhhhheeeeeeeeT lordy Jebus......
come 'n' take me now!
Now despite the slow and smarmy facade you all typically see from this here kid, believe it or not...... I'm pretty good at what I do. So overlapping is a very strong point. So I literally can walk all five auditors through one basic program and cover 90% of all of the bases. It's that damn 10% that drives me bananas. I mean, WTF is with the uniqueness and non-conformity in these stupid systems? Can we all not just get along here people!
= = = = = = =
Just a short while back, Astin wrote this. I started immediately writing a comment that I soon began to realize, was so much more like a post.
So I have a crazy day today and next to no time to do anything of any intrinsic value to me. (read : read all your fabulous blogs as per normal and, write my normal drivel here) So here is the short version of a comment gone too long.
Peb's and I are what I assume is probably, "typical" when it comes to Vegas mail and e-mails. The players cards we have, (with the exception of The Venetian for the blogger tourney) are due to some substantial wins at the various Casinos. We all know the drill and hell, when The Tao of Luck was with me, I upgraded two card levels at one table sitting.
So we see monthly offers from the I.P., The Main Street Station, The MGM, The Riviera and Caesar's Palace. Now I personally can't stand Caesar's, so that crap goes right from the mail box to the recycle bin. But these represent the standard fair, for a month worth of mail from the City of Sin.
To put how bad things really must be for Vegas into total perspective, picture those mailings amounting to a standard six a month. Now if you can, wrap your mind around the 48 we had received in the month of December! So far in the early portion of January, we are at 32 free nights stay and at least a half a grand in free food comps. Oh and if we feel in a particularly charitable mood, with all the free Jackets, shirts and hats we could receive, we most likely could fill a Goodwill store upon our return. Then there's the free gas rebate deal. Is everyone getting these things? I just want one of the bigger ones to be for the Deathmobile on my commute, instead of on a flight to Vegas. We can now fly to Vegas from Toronto and get a fuel rebate, that almost covers the entire flight, if we stay at just the right Hotel.
You want a real sign of the status of our world wide economic picture? Check with the sinners first. They'll always cut you a deal to get a couple of extra bucks squeezed out of the masses.
Based on the Rosy and so very inexpensive picture that Las Vegas is portraying, I'm afraid we're in for a pretty long haul...... IMHO kids!
= = = = = =
I know most of you already read over there.......... but OMG !!!!!
If you guy's haven't been to my little brudder The Doc to see THIS, you have missed the tears of laughter, from how truly funny we can be. I know it starts a little slow but stick with it. It's so very worth it !
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
Another night, another laugh....
Another classic Monday night performance, with a little twist. Peb's played in The Open and busted out in 10th. right at first break. That allowed me to sign up for the second game and Donk around a little with the gang.
Great crowd of friends for both games once again. My special thanks to CEM, Muhc, Bay, Wolfie, SKI, Memphis, the beautiful Kat and Astin for making it out for the fun. Always makes my Monday night to 'see' each and every one of you.
Of course the usual TuckFard suspects were also present to make it an outstanding evening too. With brudder Carson, DonKaaa and the ever-luscious duo of Suzy_Q and RedNeckTuckFard, all making the show.
I sat and watched Peb's play in the NLHE portion of the night and tried to keep myself busy in the chatbox. She played well as usual, but could never really get anything going to build any sort of a chipstack up. She'd get the occasional two cards well worth seeing a flop with at a reduced rate, only to have either a monster raise come in behind her, or she'd whiff the flop completely and have to drop her holdings like a rock. She finally made her stand with an A-9 I believe, after a pre-flop raise from brudder Carson. She re-popped it saying, "I think he's got J-K or two similar face cards." I was amazed how acurate her actual read was when the cards were flipped up. But alas, her A-9 60/40 race against Q-K off ended like they all seem to do lately, with brudder C hitting the hell out of the board and damn near boating up. Well, when you're willing to race with less than stellar holdings, you are going to lose one or two of them aren't you? But it would be nice to see the odd better hand hold on just once in a while wouldn't it?
Mucho Congrats to cem for taking the Open down! Also to Memphis and ShockerKitten for making the cash. Well deserved by all.
So like I said earlier with Peb's out of The Open just at break, I had plenty of time to reset and sign in for the second game at 8:05 myself. I probably should have gone to bed instead! That's how well I ran. There was one really funny hand though, that sort of set up how the entire night would play out.
Cem and I were the only two interested in seeing a flop and so we did. There was minimum interest in it and the bet and call were very small. Then the turn and I'd made a straight. Now what do I do? I mean I really hate a middling straight in any split game, but I did pick up a draw to the nut flush and even a possible straight flush. The only thing I could really put cem on with that board, was possibly two pair or a set. So I checked to watch for the paired board on the river and cem checked behind. I make the nut flush and bet it out accordingly. As you can see, we chopped it up with a classic High/Low split on a Monday night. WE ROCK !!! :)
A little later on, I got impatient and played a few too many hands out of boredom. Nothing came of them at all and I realised that I was just spewing away chips by keeping busy. So I tightened the belt a notch and tried to improve the starting hand selection just a little bit. Apparently, I should've stuck with the more "creative" plan from earlier. Despite it costing pot and sometimes a double bet, I watched in amazement as hand, after hand, after hand was taken down by a luckbox catching on the river. It never mattered what the starting hand selection was either. A-J-9-7 rainbow.... Perfect! K-3-10-6 with four suits.... that's as good as it gets right there. I mean these hands were not just hitting, they were scooping at times. Over and over again, I saw excellent starting holdings turn into phenomenal draws, only to lose on the river. In many of the cases I had to go back to the HH's to see how the hell the hands worked out the way they did. I was in awe of the number of incredible draws that were hitting for this player. Oh and it's not sour grapes here either folks. I was not one of the ones this was repeatedly happening to!
I played a few hands that I thought were reasonable starters but as has been the case for a few weeks now in the second games, I would miss anything that came on the flops and turns completely. Like it couldn't get any farther away from my holdings if they really, really tried to miss... miss!
So with half a stack and 3-3-5-6 as a starter, once wolfie pushed his remaining 65 chips into the middle, I figured I'd take a shot and isolate him and those juicy chips in the blinds. I got a caller instead. I get my low draw flop and getting the rest in, just seems to be a no-brainer to me. I am called once again and of course, I hit nothing at all on the flop or turn and I'm done for the evening thank you very much.
It seems cem double-dipped into the TuckFard cashola with a third place finish and muhctim found himself with even more 08 H8, with a second place run. A new player to me, dfazman took down the win. Congratulations to everyone!
I then sat down at a couple of $1 9/player games for some real punishment. Early play was typically brutal. With hands the likes of A-2 off squaring off all-in against A-4 and A-3. They always settle down near the middle though and true to form, these did as well. So now I could start playing.
In the one game I was keeping myself occupied by counting the number of hands I was playing and tracking what were deemed call worthy hands against my big raises.
Game Hand #17 - My Hand #1 - Button raise 4x K-K - called by 9-J
Game Hand #28 - My Hand #2 - MP raise 3x A-A - re-raised by 7-7
Game Hand #30 - My Hand #3 - Button raise 3x Q-Q - called by 3-3
Game Hand #39 - My Hand #4 - BB re-raise 3x As-Ks - called by 10-J
Game Hand #46 - My Hand #5 - UTG limp, re-raise A-A - called by 4-4
My stats to that point? 10.8% played, 100% won.
How the hell I won those races after the way things have gone for me lately, I'll surely never know. Truly there must be some type of luck other than all bad out there somewhere. But why is it always in the non-bankroll boosting, $1 games?
Oh well, ces't la vie I guess.
Don't forget tonight is also Cem's Skillz game over on FullTilt! All the info. on it, can be found HERE.
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
Great crowd of friends for both games once again. My special thanks to CEM, Muhc, Bay, Wolfie, SKI, Memphis, the beautiful Kat and Astin for making it out for the fun. Always makes my Monday night to 'see' each and every one of you.
Of course the usual TuckFard suspects were also present to make it an outstanding evening too. With brudder Carson, DonKaaa and the ever-luscious duo of Suzy_Q and RedNeckTuckFard, all making the show.
I sat and watched Peb's play in the NLHE portion of the night and tried to keep myself busy in the chatbox. She played well as usual, but could never really get anything going to build any sort of a chipstack up. She'd get the occasional two cards well worth seeing a flop with at a reduced rate, only to have either a monster raise come in behind her, or she'd whiff the flop completely and have to drop her holdings like a rock. She finally made her stand with an A-9 I believe, after a pre-flop raise from brudder Carson. She re-popped it saying, "I think he's got J-K or two similar face cards." I was amazed how acurate her actual read was when the cards were flipped up. But alas, her A-9 60/40 race against Q-K off ended like they all seem to do lately, with brudder C hitting the hell out of the board and damn near boating up. Well, when you're willing to race with less than stellar holdings, you are going to lose one or two of them aren't you? But it would be nice to see the odd better hand hold on just once in a while wouldn't it?
Mucho Congrats to cem for taking the Open down! Also to Memphis and ShockerKitten for making the cash. Well deserved by all.
So like I said earlier with Peb's out of The Open just at break, I had plenty of time to reset and sign in for the second game at 8:05 myself. I probably should have gone to bed instead! That's how well I ran. There was one really funny hand though, that sort of set up how the entire night would play out.
Cem and I were the only two interested in seeing a flop and so we did. There was minimum interest in it and the bet and call were very small. Then the turn and I'd made a straight. Now what do I do? I mean I really hate a middling straight in any split game, but I did pick up a draw to the nut flush and even a possible straight flush. The only thing I could really put cem on with that board, was possibly two pair or a set. So I checked to watch for the paired board on the river and cem checked behind. I make the nut flush and bet it out accordingly. As you can see, we chopped it up with a classic High/Low split on a Monday night. WE ROCK !!! :)
A little later on, I got impatient and played a few too many hands out of boredom. Nothing came of them at all and I realised that I was just spewing away chips by keeping busy. So I tightened the belt a notch and tried to improve the starting hand selection just a little bit. Apparently, I should've stuck with the more "creative" plan from earlier. Despite it costing pot and sometimes a double bet, I watched in amazement as hand, after hand, after hand was taken down by a luckbox catching on the river. It never mattered what the starting hand selection was either. A-J-9-7 rainbow.... Perfect! K-3-10-6 with four suits.... that's as good as it gets right there. I mean these hands were not just hitting, they were scooping at times. Over and over again, I saw excellent starting holdings turn into phenomenal draws, only to lose on the river. In many of the cases I had to go back to the HH's to see how the hell the hands worked out the way they did. I was in awe of the number of incredible draws that were hitting for this player. Oh and it's not sour grapes here either folks. I was not one of the ones this was repeatedly happening to!
I played a few hands that I thought were reasonable starters but as has been the case for a few weeks now in the second games, I would miss anything that came on the flops and turns completely. Like it couldn't get any farther away from my holdings if they really, really tried to miss... miss!
So with half a stack and 3-3-5-6 as a starter, once wolfie pushed his remaining 65 chips into the middle, I figured I'd take a shot and isolate him and those juicy chips in the blinds. I got a caller instead. I get my low draw flop and getting the rest in, just seems to be a no-brainer to me. I am called once again and of course, I hit nothing at all on the flop or turn and I'm done for the evening thank you very much.
It seems cem double-dipped into the TuckFard cashola with a third place finish and muhctim found himself with even more 08 H8, with a second place run. A new player to me, dfazman took down the win. Congratulations to everyone!
I then sat down at a couple of $1 9/player games for some real punishment. Early play was typically brutal. With hands the likes of A-2 off squaring off all-in against A-4 and A-3. They always settle down near the middle though and true to form, these did as well. So now I could start playing.
In the one game I was keeping myself occupied by counting the number of hands I was playing and tracking what were deemed call worthy hands against my big raises.
Game Hand #17 - My Hand #1 - Button raise 4x K-K - called by 9-J
Game Hand #28 - My Hand #2 - MP raise 3x A-A - re-raised by 7-7
Game Hand #30 - My Hand #3 - Button raise 3x Q-Q - called by 3-3
Game Hand #39 - My Hand #4 - BB re-raise 3x As-Ks - called by 10-J
Game Hand #46 - My Hand #5 - UTG limp, re-raise A-A - called by 4-4
My stats to that point? 10.8% played, 100% won.
How the hell I won those races after the way things have gone for me lately, I'll surely never know. Truly there must be some type of luck other than all bad out there somewhere. But why is it always in the non-bankroll boosting, $1 games?
Oh well, ces't la vie I guess.
Don't forget tonight is also Cem's Skillz game over on FullTilt! All the info. on it, can be found HERE.
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
I'll try the Duck please....
I decided to dedicate myself to 4 specific games over the weekend. My motto would be, "head down and grind it out" in all four.
I'd not been really 'working' at my NLHE of late, more just playing around instead. So this past weekend I made the decision to really focus and treat it more like "The Office" than I ever have.
"You're a brave man. Go and break through the lines. And remember, while you're out there risking your life and limb through shot and shell, we'll be in be in here thinking what a sucker you are."
Game #1 - $3.30 90 player MTT.
I basically fold a bunch of crap for 35 minutes straight. At about the 40th. minute, I pick up 10-10 in my BB. Now as has become customary on my BB as I've continually folded pre or post-flop, there are five limpers. I think a cull is in order to increase my odds of winning. I make it 4x to go and get all five calling the bet. (so much for reducing the competition!) The flop comes down A - 7 - 10 and I've made my set. There is a pot sized bet thrown out and to my amazement, a call ahead of me. I've watched and watched for the first half hour or so and I can pretty safely say that one of these players has A-? and the other more than likely has A-? or, some type of soooted connectors. The 8-9 is indeed possible, but my gut say's they're both on A-?. Action behind me is possible I guess, but I figure in order to win these things, you gotta' take a shot with a hand like a set early. I jam.
At first I thought, "that was stupid you idiot!" With all of the folding I'd done, now they'll all know I'm on some type of monster hand. What I was doing however was, giving them FAR too much credit. My all-in is called by not just the original better and caller, but two others as well. Three with A-K, A-J A-7 and an unfortunate pair of pocket 7's. My hand is dominant and I hold on to knock out 3 of the 4 and collect their bounty's. I also more importantly, have a huge stack of chips to play with.
Nothing else spectacular happens for quite some time. The odd small pot was pushed my way every once in a while, but it's just enough to survive the ever increasing blinds and antes. With 10 players left, we are on the money bubble. It is once again my BB and I have about 9 BB's left, after putting my blind and ante in. I'm dealt A-A and have had a pot sized bet made into me, from mid-position chip bully. It is called by the SB and I quite naturally, (to me) jam my stack with pocket Aces. The initial better folds and the caller takes about 80% of his time bank, before deciding to call off all but 300 of his chips. My A-A is no match for 3-4 o/s and I am bubble-boy.
"I could dance with you till the cows come home...On second thought, I'd rather dance with the cows when you came home."
Game #2 - $3.30 90 player MTT.
I run like a God in the early going. I'm dealt pocket pairs to make sets, limped BB's holding suited connectors that constantly get there and flopped the nut flush twice in a row! About thirty minutes into this game, I am chip leader with five bounty's already. Then the card gods decided I should be taught the virtues of patience once again. So I wait, I fold and fold, I wait and I fold some more. I wait and I fold without seeing any playable cards or even seeing an opportunity to make a move of any kind, all the way to 13th. place of 13 players left in the tourney. Mercifully, I am dealt J-J in the SB with one limper ahead of me. I have exactly 4.5 BB's left and I'm at the table of six-handed play, there's no time to lose! Jammo !! Both players call and we're off. Flop = 10-J-3 and the smallest stack jams instantly and is just as quickly called by the other player. I see A-J and Q-K, my set is still good until, Turn = K, river = Q and I am busted out runner-runner to the straight style.
"Get me headquarters. Not hindquarters, headquarters!"
Game #3 - $3.30 90 player MTT.
Good solid and steady progress through the field. I don't bust a single player but once again, some fairly standard TAG play gets me a pot here and there. I pretty much stay mid-pack up until second break. About 10 minutes into the third hour, I arrive at the final table. I'm going to get paid finally! Down to eight, seven "holy crap!" we're down to six already! In the SB, I see 5-5 with no action before me. The blinds are huge and I'd be quite content to take the pot right now, the way they are dropping like flies! I make it pot to go. The BB does the time thing and eventually just flat calls. We see a beautiful looking flop of 5-A-Q and I do the sneaky check-raise all in move! Again he tanks to the bottom of his time clock, goes into reserve and then makes the call. With a pair of sixes! When one of you can make sense of that for me, given that he pretty much played the entire event at my table and has to know I got a little something on that board, let me know what the genius thought process to making these types of decisions is all about. Like magic and to kill off all hope as quickly as possible, the turn brings a 6 to bust me in sixth.
"Remember, you're fighting for this woman's honour. Which is probably more than she ever did."
Game #4 - $3.30 90 player MTT.
Focused ! I was actually really and truly focused in this game. I played really good, solid and slightly aggressive NLHE. ..................... waiting for laughter to subside............ no no, go ahead..... get it out of your system....... I'll wait....... hell! ...... I'm still snickering a bit myself........
I managed to make it to mid-pack with just two tables left in the event. A shorty moves all-in for about 2.5 BB's, I'm holding Q-Q and raise to isolate. We're head's up and I'm against pocket nine's...... that naturally make a set on the flop. I lose an 80 / 20 race and take a small hit. About four hands later, I pick up pocket Ladies again. The same shorty jams once again and again, I make the isolation play. We're heads up again and my Q-Q is up against his 4-4. I think I actually giggled out loud at picking up the what? one extra percentage point in the race. Flop = 4-4-A...... are you kidding me? Another blow to the stack.
Thinking that the third time just has to be the charm, when there is one limper to my BB and I see those darling faces of pocket Queens again, I decide to see just how interested that limper really is in getting my BB. I put about 1/3 of my stack in as a raise and after taking some tank time, he jams them all in the center. My read from his earlier play was possibly big-slick, (60/40 to the good) but a much more probable hand was A-10, A-J or even A-Q, where I may be up in the 70/30 side of the race. The pot is huge and it will get me to the final table quite comfortably. I have him covered by about 3500 as well so, I think I will call! Pocket freakin' two's! TWO'S for cripes sakes!!!!! I'll save you all the drama.... the two came on the river and I'm the new shorty.
I get all my stack in, (about 4 BB's I think) pre-flop with the A-Q of hearts. I only get called by the BB and I can't blame him for the amount and the cards he was holding. My suited A-Q is up against his suited A-10. I hit my Queen right in the door, but then see the Jack and King come right after her. I'm done for the night.
"I got a good mind to join a club and beat you over the head with it."
And so, good poker got me nowhere on the weekend, except to a good state of mind. I know I can apply what I've learned over the past year of playing, listening and reading. I know that I can get it in reasonably good with the reads I'm making and I know that I made a few folds here and there that turned out to be genius once play had resumed. I avoided A-A traps twice in the one game, while holding J-J once and A-K the other. That is not something you'd consider normal of my NLHE play for certain!
I'm also pleased that with a little more focus and attention to the players at my table, I made it deep in all four games. No real winnings to show for the effort I'm afraid, but I get the feeling that they'll start to show up if I take this a little more serious than I have been.
All I need to do now is, win a couple of the races.
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
I'd not been really 'working' at my NLHE of late, more just playing around instead. So this past weekend I made the decision to really focus and treat it more like "The Office" than I ever have.
"You're a brave man. Go and break through the lines. And remember, while you're out there risking your life and limb through shot and shell, we'll be in be in here thinking what a sucker you are."
Game #1 - $3.30 90 player MTT.
I basically fold a bunch of crap for 35 minutes straight. At about the 40th. minute, I pick up 10-10 in my BB. Now as has become customary on my BB as I've continually folded pre or post-flop, there are five limpers. I think a cull is in order to increase my odds of winning. I make it 4x to go and get all five calling the bet. (so much for reducing the competition!) The flop comes down A - 7 - 10 and I've made my set. There is a pot sized bet thrown out and to my amazement, a call ahead of me. I've watched and watched for the first half hour or so and I can pretty safely say that one of these players has A-? and the other more than likely has A-? or, some type of soooted connectors. The 8-9 is indeed possible, but my gut say's they're both on A-?. Action behind me is possible I guess, but I figure in order to win these things, you gotta' take a shot with a hand like a set early. I jam.
At first I thought, "that was stupid you idiot!" With all of the folding I'd done, now they'll all know I'm on some type of monster hand. What I was doing however was, giving them FAR too much credit. My all-in is called by not just the original better and caller, but two others as well. Three with A-K, A-J A-7 and an unfortunate pair of pocket 7's. My hand is dominant and I hold on to knock out 3 of the 4 and collect their bounty's. I also more importantly, have a huge stack of chips to play with.
Nothing else spectacular happens for quite some time. The odd small pot was pushed my way every once in a while, but it's just enough to survive the ever increasing blinds and antes. With 10 players left, we are on the money bubble. It is once again my BB and I have about 9 BB's left, after putting my blind and ante in. I'm dealt A-A and have had a pot sized bet made into me, from mid-position chip bully. It is called by the SB and I quite naturally, (to me) jam my stack with pocket Aces. The initial better folds and the caller takes about 80% of his time bank, before deciding to call off all but 300 of his chips. My A-A is no match for 3-4 o/s and I am bubble-boy.
"I could dance with you till the cows come home...On second thought, I'd rather dance with the cows when you came home."
Game #2 - $3.30 90 player MTT.
I run like a God in the early going. I'm dealt pocket pairs to make sets, limped BB's holding suited connectors that constantly get there and flopped the nut flush twice in a row! About thirty minutes into this game, I am chip leader with five bounty's already. Then the card gods decided I should be taught the virtues of patience once again. So I wait, I fold and fold, I wait and I fold some more. I wait and I fold without seeing any playable cards or even seeing an opportunity to make a move of any kind, all the way to 13th. place of 13 players left in the tourney. Mercifully, I am dealt J-J in the SB with one limper ahead of me. I have exactly 4.5 BB's left and I'm at the table of six-handed play, there's no time to lose! Jammo !! Both players call and we're off. Flop = 10-J-3 and the smallest stack jams instantly and is just as quickly called by the other player. I see A-J and Q-K, my set is still good until, Turn = K, river = Q and I am busted out runner-runner to the straight style.
"Get me headquarters. Not hindquarters, headquarters!"
Game #3 - $3.30 90 player MTT.
Good solid and steady progress through the field. I don't bust a single player but once again, some fairly standard TAG play gets me a pot here and there. I pretty much stay mid-pack up until second break. About 10 minutes into the third hour, I arrive at the final table. I'm going to get paid finally! Down to eight, seven "holy crap!" we're down to six already! In the SB, I see 5-5 with no action before me. The blinds are huge and I'd be quite content to take the pot right now, the way they are dropping like flies! I make it pot to go. The BB does the time thing and eventually just flat calls. We see a beautiful looking flop of 5-A-Q and I do the sneaky check-raise all in move! Again he tanks to the bottom of his time clock, goes into reserve and then makes the call. With a pair of sixes! When one of you can make sense of that for me, given that he pretty much played the entire event at my table and has to know I got a little something on that board, let me know what the genius thought process to making these types of decisions is all about. Like magic and to kill off all hope as quickly as possible, the turn brings a 6 to bust me in sixth.
"Remember, you're fighting for this woman's honour. Which is probably more than she ever did."
Game #4 - $3.30 90 player MTT.
Focused ! I was actually really and truly focused in this game. I played really good, solid and slightly aggressive NLHE. ..................... waiting for laughter to subside............ no no, go ahead..... get it out of your system....... I'll wait....... hell! ...... I'm still snickering a bit myself........
I managed to make it to mid-pack with just two tables left in the event. A shorty moves all-in for about 2.5 BB's, I'm holding Q-Q and raise to isolate. We're head's up and I'm against pocket nine's...... that naturally make a set on the flop. I lose an 80 / 20 race and take a small hit. About four hands later, I pick up pocket Ladies again. The same shorty jams once again and again, I make the isolation play. We're heads up again and my Q-Q is up against his 4-4. I think I actually giggled out loud at picking up the what? one extra percentage point in the race. Flop = 4-4-A...... are you kidding me? Another blow to the stack.
Thinking that the third time just has to be the charm, when there is one limper to my BB and I see those darling faces of pocket Queens again, I decide to see just how interested that limper really is in getting my BB. I put about 1/3 of my stack in as a raise and after taking some tank time, he jams them all in the center. My read from his earlier play was possibly big-slick, (60/40 to the good) but a much more probable hand was A-10, A-J or even A-Q, where I may be up in the 70/30 side of the race. The pot is huge and it will get me to the final table quite comfortably. I have him covered by about 3500 as well so, I think I will call! Pocket freakin' two's! TWO'S for cripes sakes!!!!! I'll save you all the drama.... the two came on the river and I'm the new shorty.
I get all my stack in, (about 4 BB's I think) pre-flop with the A-Q of hearts. I only get called by the BB and I can't blame him for the amount and the cards he was holding. My suited A-Q is up against his suited A-10. I hit my Queen right in the door, but then see the Jack and King come right after her. I'm done for the night.
"I got a good mind to join a club and beat you over the head with it."
And so, good poker got me nowhere on the weekend, except to a good state of mind. I know I can apply what I've learned over the past year of playing, listening and reading. I know that I can get it in reasonably good with the reads I'm making and I know that I made a few folds here and there that turned out to be genius once play had resumed. I avoided A-A traps twice in the one game, while holding J-J once and A-K the other. That is not something you'd consider normal of my NLHE play for certain!
I'm also pleased that with a little more focus and attention to the players at my table, I made it deep in all four games. No real winnings to show for the effort I'm afraid, but I get the feeling that they'll start to show up if I take this a little more serious than I have been.
All I need to do now is, win a couple of the races.
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
Frantic Friday : The Perspective Edition.... (my guess, NSFW)
I've always thought that Perspective was a pretty funny thing. For one thing, there's so many different ones out there! There's even different Perspectives, on Perspective! How crazy is that?
Take for example a simple mindset that occurs with just one word.
Java. To some, this is Java.
To others, this is Java.
When I say Twister, what's the first thing that comes to your mind? Was it something along these lines?
Did you maybe go more broad scope and think of the entire film? Or are you more like me than you'd probably like to admit, and went with something like this instead?
Sometimes Perspective can be influenced by a couple of factors and they can greatly change Perspective for you.
Sometimes Perspective can be tricky to gain too! There are natural factors out there that can play tricks on your brain and/or eyes, so be careful! Now this one is all natural and can be very tricky to see. But stick with it and keep focussed, you'll eventually see what I mean.
Now some out there are just trying to take it to the next level. But faking nature isn't as easy as it sounds or looks. I mean come on! Eventually you'll make out how fake that blue is in the water!
There are also those that see every side of Perspective and they really know how to have fun with it. The guy that created, "The Lamp" poster for example. Despite the Persective he was trying offer us, he was apparently having a little more fun than he was letting on! I like that. I like that a lot!
So here's my two cents worth on Perspective. Firstly, you should always take the time to assess the information available to you, and I mean ALL of the information.
Take for example uuuuuuuuhhhhh..... uuuuummmmm..... OH I know! Playing on the tracks. We all know how dangerous it is to do, but I bet most of us have done it at least once right? So here's one point on Perspective. Sometimes no matter how good an idea it seems or, no matter how good it looks, it can still get you in a lot of trouble!
Now don't think for one second that I'm saying a little play makes a situation bad or dangerous. If you know me at all, you'll know it's quite the opposite actually. In fact, I'm all for not completely growing up and playing a lot more than most. It's what keeps us all young! So my second tidbit on Perspective is to not take it, (or yourself) too seriously and play a little when you can.
So here's a little 'Bamshack' type test for you, to see what you've learned today about Perspective. There probably isn't really a right or wrong answer but going on popular opinion, I think I can safely say what the majority will think of your initial response to this test.
So..... Good Luck
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:)
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
Take for example a simple mindset that occurs with just one word.
Java. To some, this is Java.
To others, this is Java.
When I say Twister, what's the first thing that comes to your mind? Was it something along these lines?
Did you maybe go more broad scope and think of the entire film? Or are you more like me than you'd probably like to admit, and went with something like this instead?
Sometimes Perspective can be influenced by a couple of factors and they can greatly change Perspective for you.
Sometimes Perspective can be tricky to gain too! There are natural factors out there that can play tricks on your brain and/or eyes, so be careful! Now this one is all natural and can be very tricky to see. But stick with it and keep focussed, you'll eventually see what I mean.
Now some out there are just trying to take it to the next level. But faking nature isn't as easy as it sounds or looks. I mean come on! Eventually you'll make out how fake that blue is in the water!
There are also those that see every side of Perspective and they really know how to have fun with it. The guy that created, "The Lamp" poster for example. Despite the Persective he was trying offer us, he was apparently having a little more fun than he was letting on! I like that. I like that a lot!
So here's my two cents worth on Perspective. Firstly, you should always take the time to assess the information available to you, and I mean ALL of the information.
Take for example uuuuuuuuhhhhh..... uuuuummmmm..... OH I know! Playing on the tracks. We all know how dangerous it is to do, but I bet most of us have done it at least once right? So here's one point on Perspective. Sometimes no matter how good an idea it seems or, no matter how good it looks, it can still get you in a lot of trouble!
Now don't think for one second that I'm saying a little play makes a situation bad or dangerous. If you know me at all, you'll know it's quite the opposite actually. In fact, I'm all for not completely growing up and playing a lot more than most. It's what keeps us all young! So my second tidbit on Perspective is to not take it, (or yourself) too seriously and play a little when you can.
So here's a little 'Bamshack' type test for you, to see what you've learned today about Perspective. There probably isn't really a right or wrong answer but going on popular opinion, I think I can safely say what the majority will think of your initial response to this test.
So..... Good Luck
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:)
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
A weak post, from a weak blogger....
Damn near asked Peb's to put me out of my misery Tuesday. I don't get sick and NO! I am not a suck about it when it does on the rare occasion happen. This damn bug was so debilitating. It left me with zero energy, aches and a chill right down to every bone, muscle and joint. Really quite crippling to be honest and the worst part of all.... the bug just wouldn't let me sleep. I don't get that much to begin with, but normally when some type of virus or disease does make it past all my safety filters, I can drop out for 24 hrs. of straight sleep and come out on the other side completely re-charged and on the way to recovery. The aching throughout my body made it impossible to find any halfway comfortable position to ever be in. Laying down, sitting or standing, it never went away for three straight days.
I kept coming up with the same conclusion every time I tried to figure out how I got sick in the first place. It has to be that I stopped smoking. (YES still!) The combination of the cold outside, a packed room Saturday night and a body trying to figure out why the poison has stopped being filtered through it on a regular basis, has to have been a little too much for the immune system to handle all at once.
I feel half-assed better today so I drug myself into work. Probably not the smartest of decisions, but I have no 'back-up' as such and that only means my work piles up until I get in to get it done. Three un-planned for sick days during a pretty hectic time, can make a pretty substantial pile for me to wade my way through!
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As promised, here's a few shots from our game at The Carsino Saturday Night. Brudder Carson and the lovely Suzy_Q were as always, the greatest host imaginable. Peb's and I tried sneaking in a little early to help get things all set up but like they always seem to do, pretty much everything was already done.
After a very short cocktail hour, it was time to fill The Carsino with TuckFards.
Peb's was trying to constantly throw off brudder Carson with a couple of distractions, but apparently Kat and I were the only ones really paying any attention to her antics.
At first break I had my first real opportunity to grab Astin and Kat for our traditional Donkey, not-Donkey, Donkey, not-Donkey, DonKaaa group photo. I'm never really sure we ever get the order quite right, but they always make for descent pictures just the same. :)
DonKaaa quickly one-upped me in the photo-op department! He grabbed Queen_K, Peb's and new Grandma J for his shot. Smart boy !
As for the Poker itself, a ton of fun but meh. Drawing Kat at my table was a bonus! It made for a very pleasurable night at the tables. Together we could console each other on the random acts of futility we had to endure as Kat could get nothing dealt to her that was playable, and I had to suffer through dozens of second best hands on the flop, turn or river. Poor Kat was showing 2-6, 3-6, 2-8 etc... for over an hour straight. I on the other hand was obviously over playing K-K, Q-Q quite repeatedly. As somehow despite showing face up folds with both on several different occasions, my three-bets were always insta-called by any and all Ace-rags on the table. So natch there was the 'voila' on the flop, turn or river and I fold to see A-7 drag in the pot from the mighty A-5. This happened to me over and over again, throughout the first two hours.
As the tables were breaking down, ours had been joined by several players from the outer two tables. In my BB, there was what I read as a weak 3x raise by a player in middle position. The voice said weak as did the bet amount and manner in which the chips had been placed out. Everything I could see told me, he's on a weak pair at best. There was no other action and it folded around to me. I take a quick peak and excitedly jammed my stack into the center. "I'm all in." I announced while staring him right in the eyes. His tank time told me everything I needed to know. I had a pretty good read and he was in a tough spot. "I should probably fold here, in fact, I was just about to fold, But I guess I call." He flipped up 9-9. Since I was making a move, I had no idea what two cards I actually had. I think one was a 7.
I open toss my cards into the center and find out, I'm throwing the hammer. Miraculously, I did not improve and am now crippled to the point of lost interest. I bust out the very next hand and head to the cash game.
Despite losing 1/2 a buy-in over there, I had an awful lot of fun for that amount. I never had cards but made move after move and picked off two very obvious bluffs with a re-steal or two. One in particular that I though DonKaaa was going to bust a gut on. With me acting behind and having been the aggressor all the way through the hand, I started asking the young man what kind of information he had on me? Did he know my favorite hand? Did that flop fall into my starting hand range etc.... The more he talked and got un-comfortable with all of my banter, the more I knew he had crap but possibly a strong Ace. So I called him on it! "That A-K shrinking up a bit?" I asked him. He folded A-K face up and didn't play another hand. I felt a little bad to be honest. But then I saw he was leaving with about 1 3/4 buy-ins and, I got over it.
The main table was still going at it and it was getting close to decision time for Peb's and I. Stay and crack open another drink and then risk the roads on the way home, or just make our move right there and then. We wisely decided upon the latter, as the wind and snow were quite bad enough at that moment and only got worse as the night went on. Hopefully someone will post up all the results from the night over at the TuckFard sight.
I kept coming up with the same conclusion every time I tried to figure out how I got sick in the first place. It has to be that I stopped smoking. (YES still!) The combination of the cold outside, a packed room Saturday night and a body trying to figure out why the poison has stopped being filtered through it on a regular basis, has to have been a little too much for the immune system to handle all at once.
I feel half-assed better today so I drug myself into work. Probably not the smartest of decisions, but I have no 'back-up' as such and that only means my work piles up until I get in to get it done. Three un-planned for sick days during a pretty hectic time, can make a pretty substantial pile for me to wade my way through!
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As promised, here's a few shots from our game at The Carsino Saturday Night. Brudder Carson and the lovely Suzy_Q were as always, the greatest host imaginable. Peb's and I tried sneaking in a little early to help get things all set up but like they always seem to do, pretty much everything was already done.
After a very short cocktail hour, it was time to fill The Carsino with TuckFards.
Peb's was trying to constantly throw off brudder Carson with a couple of distractions, but apparently Kat and I were the only ones really paying any attention to her antics.
At first break I had my first real opportunity to grab Astin and Kat for our traditional Donkey, not-Donkey, Donkey, not-Donkey, DonKaaa group photo. I'm never really sure we ever get the order quite right, but they always make for descent pictures just the same. :)
DonKaaa quickly one-upped me in the photo-op department! He grabbed Queen_K, Peb's and new Grandma J for his shot. Smart boy !
As for the Poker itself, a ton of fun but meh. Drawing Kat at my table was a bonus! It made for a very pleasurable night at the tables. Together we could console each other on the random acts of futility we had to endure as Kat could get nothing dealt to her that was playable, and I had to suffer through dozens of second best hands on the flop, turn or river. Poor Kat was showing 2-6, 3-6, 2-8 etc... for over an hour straight. I on the other hand was obviously over playing K-K, Q-Q quite repeatedly. As somehow despite showing face up folds with both on several different occasions, my three-bets were always insta-called by any and all Ace-rags on the table. So natch there was the 'voila' on the flop, turn or river and I fold to see A-7 drag in the pot from the mighty A-5. This happened to me over and over again, throughout the first two hours.
As the tables were breaking down, ours had been joined by several players from the outer two tables. In my BB, there was what I read as a weak 3x raise by a player in middle position. The voice said weak as did the bet amount and manner in which the chips had been placed out. Everything I could see told me, he's on a weak pair at best. There was no other action and it folded around to me. I take a quick peak and excitedly jammed my stack into the center. "I'm all in." I announced while staring him right in the eyes. His tank time told me everything I needed to know. I had a pretty good read and he was in a tough spot. "I should probably fold here, in fact, I was just about to fold, But I guess I call." He flipped up 9-9. Since I was making a move, I had no idea what two cards I actually had. I think one was a 7.
I open toss my cards into the center and find out, I'm throwing the hammer. Miraculously, I did not improve and am now crippled to the point of lost interest. I bust out the very next hand and head to the cash game.
Despite losing 1/2 a buy-in over there, I had an awful lot of fun for that amount. I never had cards but made move after move and picked off two very obvious bluffs with a re-steal or two. One in particular that I though DonKaaa was going to bust a gut on. With me acting behind and having been the aggressor all the way through the hand, I started asking the young man what kind of information he had on me? Did he know my favorite hand? Did that flop fall into my starting hand range etc.... The more he talked and got un-comfortable with all of my banter, the more I knew he had crap but possibly a strong Ace. So I called him on it! "That A-K shrinking up a bit?" I asked him. He folded A-K face up and didn't play another hand. I felt a little bad to be honest. But then I saw he was leaving with about 1 3/4 buy-ins and, I got over it.
The main table was still going at it and it was getting close to decision time for Peb's and I. Stay and crack open another drink and then risk the roads on the way home, or just make our move right there and then. We wisely decided upon the latter, as the wind and snow were quite bad enough at that moment and only got worse as the night went on. Hopefully someone will post up all the results from the night over at the TuckFard sight.
I thinks I gots the virus....
Seeing everyone Saturday night was so much fun! The Carsino was packed with four full tables and much pokering did occur. A night like that makes me really get excited for Eh-Vegas now! I have stories and pictures that should get up here sometime soon but for now, I'm going to focus on getting rid of whatever it is that's trying to make me sicker than a dog.
Back soon.
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
Back soon.
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
Frantic Friday : The life lesson edition.... (prolly NSFW)
This may seem like it's a little all over the place today but stick with me here, there's a message in here somewhere!
Initially, I was going to discuss :
But we all know that's not really a Frantic Friday topic, nore my strongest suit if we were going to delve into NLHE. So I started thinking about what my strong suit really is. Naturally being Canadian, my real strengths came to me quickly. I know a lot about :
You see as a Canadian, there are obvious signs that tell the truth out there :
If you focus on the positive and combine Beer with a few of your other favorite pastimes, you just might find yourself in :
Now all of these things are difficult to consider at :
Mostly because of the threat of :
I mean it all starts out harmless enough right? But suddenly you get more focussed on :
and you're using all sorts of new :
This leads to you not focussing on your work due to all the :
So you see! This is one of the real problems with :
It can take you down the wrong path in your work life and lead to :
That's when it hits you! You wake up and take a good look at yourself in the mirror and say something like :
That's when you realize that you've got to stop being such a :
and force yourself to :
But for the better!
You see where I'm going with this right? I mean it should all start becoming clearer and clearer, to those really paying attention! I'm trying to really help you out here folks.
What you need to do is reach down real deep and grow yourself some :
Get dressed appropriately, grab the key's to your :
and :
Do yourself a favour! Grab a friend along the way, because everything gets done better with a little :
Drop all your misconceptions about the :
in life! Get on with it and sort out what it is that really drives you! Maybe it's Poker after all, maybe it's not. Maybe it's that you have a really bad case of :
like the F-Train does! If that's the case, GET ON WITH IT MAN! Grab life by the horns and ride it for all it's worth! See if you can find yourself some :
and start really enjoying your life.
And once again we come back full circle, to the real point of this little space on the intertubies. Live life to it's fullest! For as sure as you were born, it'll be over way sooner than any of us will ever want it to be.
Class dismissed.
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
Initially, I was going to discuss :
But we all know that's not really a Frantic Friday topic, nore my strongest suit if we were going to delve into NLHE. So I started thinking about what my strong suit really is. Naturally being Canadian, my real strengths came to me quickly. I know a lot about :
You see as a Canadian, there are obvious signs that tell the truth out there :
If you focus on the positive and combine Beer with a few of your other favorite pastimes, you just might find yourself in :
Now all of these things are difficult to consider at :
Mostly because of the threat of :
I mean it all starts out harmless enough right? But suddenly you get more focussed on :
and you're using all sorts of new :
This leads to you not focussing on your work due to all the :
So you see! This is one of the real problems with :
It can take you down the wrong path in your work life and lead to :
That's when it hits you! You wake up and take a good look at yourself in the mirror and say something like :
That's when you realize that you've got to stop being such a :
and force yourself to :
But for the better!
You see where I'm going with this right? I mean it should all start becoming clearer and clearer, to those really paying attention! I'm trying to really help you out here folks.
What you need to do is reach down real deep and grow yourself some :
Get dressed appropriately, grab the key's to your :
and :
Do yourself a favour! Grab a friend along the way, because everything gets done better with a little :
Drop all your misconceptions about the :
in life! Get on with it and sort out what it is that really drives you! Maybe it's Poker after all, maybe it's not. Maybe it's that you have a really bad case of :
like the F-Train does! If that's the case, GET ON WITH IT MAN! Grab life by the horns and ride it for all it's worth! See if you can find yourself some :
and start really enjoying your life.
And once again we come back full circle, to the real point of this little space on the intertubies. Live life to it's fullest! For as sure as you were born, it'll be over way sooner than any of us will ever want it to be.
Class dismissed.
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....