Just Lovin' the Ladies....

NO !! There is NOT A CHANCE of you finding any Frantic Friday like material of guys up here in Bedrock Ladies! Not going to happen..... in like EVER!

BUT !!!!!!

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OK, OK !! I succumb to your pressure! I gathered the boys up and we put a little something together for you. Enjoy !

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Hallmark has never been the one to guide me in anything Holiday. Just ask a few friends about a couple of Christmas Day's we've had in June or, check with not-so-mini-Peb's and see when her birthday comes around every year. Oh she'll tell you what day her actual birthday is, so will Peb's. But I like the element of surprise so much more than anything that can result from all that planning and expectation.

So without further adieu, I officially declare Tuesday March 31st,
"Ladies Day in Bedrock."

And I want to take a little time to spread a little love the Ladies way today, so here it is....

Firstly as always, my darling Pebbles. Now this is Peb's the Poker player I'm talking about here. She's deserving of some serious Pokery loving, as my baby has been consistently taking a $2 investment into a free ride at a $5 game. Not bad huh? But it's not over just yet. She then has also consistently waded her way through the minefield that is, the Double-Deuce Qualifier as well. Way to go Peb's!! Nah.... still not done here either. In the 11,000 or so player Double-Deuce on a Sunday afternoon, my Peb's has been taking it pretty deep as well. Cashing in every single one she's played in.


This past Sunday, she was donked out in 700th. by a one outer. (so the table chat claimed) She's been taking names and making notes. I don't see it being too far off in the distant future, that my baby turns her $2 investment into a four or even five digit score.

I've been the luckiest man on this great big flying rock, since the moment I met you. I try every single day to find a new way to tell you how much I love you so, here's a really new one.

사랑해요
It's supposed to be Korean. I hope I spelt it right! :)

Our laughs in the Kitchen last night, probably pulled muscle off of my ribs. You just can't get that without true love. You will always have all of my love. ( and all of my Jo-Jo kisses!)

The next bit of Bam-Love, goes out to someone that is about as far from a number as it gets. The Wife has held me captive ever since the first time we came in contact with each other. And she's managed to do it for all of that time, on oh so many levels! When I need it and need it really, really bad, The Wife is there with open arms or open ears. When I need a laugh for the sake of just having a laugh, The Wife manages to find me, (virtually) and bring that laugh out of me. An e-mail, a dial-a-shot or a message in one of her always fantastic to read posts, she's always got something that keeps me out of that funk. I'll say it right here, right now. I love you ALL THE NUMBERS! That just makes me so happy to say. I hope it puts a smile on your face too. I'm also happy you have such a good man in The Doc. You deserve the best and since I'm already taken, I think you did the best you could! :) Always know that I will do everything I can, to be there for you as well. You are always in our thoughts, always!

I'm sending some speciar roving out to Vegas as well. I/M's take on a whole new meaning when it's CK and I on the go. Minutes, Hours or sometimes even Days can pass between one comment and the next, but the subject is never over until we both agree that it is. I'm told my eyes light up when I hear that distinct 'ding' that notifies me of a CK message. But it's more than just the social aspect for me. Seriously, if you're not already following her Vegas exploits over HERE, I can't tell you enough, how much you are missing out on. When it comes to the daily must reads, IMHO The BWoP simply rules! For everything you make me feel when we see each other, I/M each other or just allowing me to thoroughly enjoy your reads, me rove you rong time!

My missing EH-Vegas this year, was by far the hardest decision I've had to make early into this new year. And by the hardest I mean, in anything! Work, play, finance or social, it was just an all around tough decision. The hostess with da' mostess was sorely missed indeed. I'm hoping that the soon to be open road and warm Summer breezes, once again find her beautiful black steel stallion parked out in our driveway. That'll mean she had a great ride up, and we have some great company out on the back deck. Oh and by the by, Kat's been showing the love on Friday nights at her Donkament coming up on two years this Friday! If you feel like showing a little of that love back to her, I'm sure she'd love to see you out for the game this week!

Now, did any of you know that I have a stalker. She frequently tries to turn it around to make it look like I'm a dirty old man and actually the one that's stalking her, but no one is buying that crap! ~are they?~ This young lady has introduced me to a variety of new and wonderful things in the last year. All of which can be found by reading HERE and sometimes HERE. Another more serious factor to share the love with Gadzooks is, my stats show that she's almost always the first one to check out a new Frantic Friday. That would normally be cool enough with me except, now ZOOKS is promising me a.... uh.... uuummmmm "dance" too, and I just have to love her for that. I'm just that easy! :)

My first real blogger crush, doesn't get that much time to write anymore. Well actually, she just doesn't get that much time to write on her blog anymore. I can't think of anyone other than Peb's and not-so-mini-Peb's, that can make my day with nothing more than an e-mail other than PokerTart. I know she's real busy these days with young master Bank-Tart. ( Tartwell? Doesn't seem right to call him Pokerwell yet! ) I'd like to let her know that she was really my first blogger crush and still my all-time strongest. The daily reads are missed of course, but the occasional note from you manages to bring a smile to this face that somehow makes the room look brighter.

Remember this? "I know who you are and I don't want your hand, I want a hug!" still lives strong within my heart to this very day. **sigh** You can't make up stuff like that. It just has to be lived!

Oh and then there's TheGoatlady! What can I say? When we stumbled upon each other, I felt like I'd just gotten so lucky. (no not THAT way!) Lucky that with all of the ways for two people on this Earth to easily miss each other, we didn't! I won't nag on about the fact that I think she should be writing a lot more, but she should! You're TheGoatlady for cripes sake! Who doesn't love to read them some of that?

Just the other day, I picked up a new reader. Hers is not a Poker blog and I'm not exactly sure how or why I was lucky enough for her to find me. But I'm pretty glad she did. A few reads of her very new blog, told me I'd look forward to reading all about her opinions and adventures in the days and months to come.

Ladies, it's with the greatest admiration and my total appreciation that I say....

My sincerest thanks for dropping by....

But in your honour and for the first time in Bedrock history, we'll sign off with a little something different today.

There is no doubt at all, that you Ladies rule!
And each of you honestly, make all the boy's drool!

I'll be your Huckleberry....

It's rare when the Poker room doesn't smell like death warmed over to me. There's always that same scent of dispair meets axe body spray, that makes me throw up a little in my mouth, as I first take it in. It's not all casino's that get me like this, it's just Rama.

I went with the intention of getting in the O/8 game. It's always been pretty easy to just walk right up and get a seat there. But to my surprise, I was #7 on the waiting list. Most Casino's would fire up another table with that number, but not Rama. They can take lazy to an entirely new level, given the opportunity.

"I do have a seat at a $1/$2 Hold'Em table Mr. Bam. Would you like that?" I was asked by the room director.

As soon as I sat my azz in the #6 spot, I got a feeling about three players at the table.

The #1 spot was definitely...... a Crazian.
The #7 & #8 spot were buddies.

It took about 1/2 an hour to get a half decent read on the others, but it came.

The table started as typically limp'alicous. With at least five players to a flop if not more. The junk cards on an exploratory chase, were mucked at any action on the flop. Several times there were moves made, only to be countered with large re-raises from someone actually holding a hand.

There was Poker being played. "I think this suits me just fine!" I said out loud.

Thirty minutes into the session, I was dealt pocket aces. From middle position, I made a raise to $8. As soon as I let go of the chips, I regretted the move in a big way. This was only the second hand I'd played so far and it had to scream "monster" to those others at the table. "What an idiot!" I thought.

NOPE !

Buddy #1 in the #7 seat, who appeared to be a twenty something kid out on a walkabout due to some new found freedom, (either lost a girlfriend, or was done his six months with good behaviour for street graffiti) decided to raise it up on me. He looked awful antsy, as he made it $24 to go. Amazingly, his pal in the #8 seat decided to make the call. They looked like they could've been brothers. But there was something about them that told me that they weren't. They looked like they'd been to war together, but never gone to battle with each other. No they weren't brothers, they were best buddies and I was about to stack'em both.

"I'll raise." I said, as calmly as I thought I could.

I made it $100 with a flick of my wrist and figured that I'd made it too much, when both of the buddies just sat back and counted the pot. It turns out the guy in the #7 spot was in fact "free" of a longtime relationship, (he's 22! How 'long' and serious could it have been?) and was on a bit of a tear to celebrate. The #7 seat leaned forward and did his best Helmuth impersonation while saying, "I have a big hand. I don't know if I can lay it down here buddy."

Buddy in the #8 seat was twitching and shifting and sitting right up on the edge of his seat. I knew right then that I was going to get action from at least one of them. The #7 seat finally mucked his "big hand" and his best friend announced, "I'm all in," before the #7 seats cards hit the muck.

It didn't look like he was getting any air in his lungs, as the cards were tabled for the hand to be played out.

"Sorry keed. I ford a ten." said the crazian.

"Fuck man! Me too dude!" said his buddy with the "big hand" in the #7 seat.

He didn't hit his no outer to a miracle straight or flush, and I took in a pot just over $400 in the first 30 minutes.

Seat #2 got up and started doing something on his crack-berry.

Seat #5 appeared to be a veteran of not only the game, but brick & mortar action as well. She had a demeanor about her, that just felt like business. Although not asian or particularly frexibre looking, I instantly decided that she could be a BWoP. Someone capable of stacking you, should you make even the smallest mistake. This Canadian "business BWoP" had the look of someone that was there to make a buck or two.

Without as much as a lift of her head or blink of her eyes, "That's a nice way to start the day." she said as I stacked my chips.

As seat #8 re-bought in for another $200, "Nice hand dude." was all that he managed to say. I thought a simple, "thanks" would suffice.

A few orbits later, I'd noticed that the limp pattern from earlier in the game had changed dramatically when it was my BB. Three orbits where I'd played winning hands for small-ball pots only twice, and my big blind was as good as gold to the others. It appeared that I had actually developed a bit of a solid image at this table.

In my fourth stint as the BB, the crazian in the #1 seat was the only one to bring any action. Even then, it was merely a limp. "So not a crazian move" I thought. "I'd best be careful here!"

I checked my option, with the 8 and 10 of crubs in the hole.

We see a flop that comes out 9c-Jc-7h and I check.

Crazian fires a shot with $10 into the pot and I take a fair amount of time to make it $40 to go.

Instantly the crazian stands up and says, "You aces no good here. I'm arr-in dearer" He shoved what looked like about $150 in front of him.

"I don't have the aces this time, but I will call with a straight, to a straight frush re-draw." I said, as I turned up the hand that I was sure I was way ahead in.

I just needed to sweat a J or 9 as the crazian held two pair, and I did. Second big pot to be pushed my way, and fifth pot overall on the day. I was up a few bucks and was pretty happy about it. But I sensed a vibe at the table that told me there was more money to be had, all I needed to do was to focus.

"Nice hand! Why I rimp your brind? I make Bad poker me, so good poker you. Good job." says the crazian, as he shakes my hand and tosses $100 onto the table for a re-buy.

Later I made two moves to test out my table image and both, resulted in nothing but the blinds.

I needed to shift gears a little and I got a really wild idea. "I'll play one hand with junk and show it. Then I'll revert to ultra-tight and get rich!

[Go ahead! Insert random Donkey comments here]

When action came around to me, there had been a raise to $10 by the #5 seat "business" player. I held pocket fours and thought that for the price, this might be my spot to spend a few bucks and alter my image enough to get a little more action on a monster. I made the call.

"Hmmmmmmmm....." I heard come from my right.

The #8 seat also made the call and it was the three of us to the flop. A flop that comes As-4d-7s. Crap! I hit my crap!!!

I want to bet out but hold back to see who has the ace, or who will make a move to represent it. It get's checked all the way around. It was at that point that I actually thought, one of them was holding pocket aces.

Then it happened! I turned the one-outer case four. DQB's in da' house!

The "business" end of the #5 seat, lead out a pot and a half sized bet.

"Hmmmmmm....." I said in response to that. "Call."

"Oh come on! How can you both like that card, I mean really!" came from over at the #8 seat. He actually stood up for a second or two and the dealer had to remind him to stay seated at the table. When he started to get up a second time, I looked at the "business" lady and gave her a wink. I don't know why, it just felt like something that needed to be done. While it was apparent that frat boy's best buddy was going to take all the time in the world to make a decision, I figured I would work on how I was going to get her chips into the center as well. I knew that the #8 seat was going to shove. It was his M/O all the way and it totally seemed like a show being put on, 'cause he watches WAY too much Poker on TV.

It was then that the crazian carred the crock on the #8 seat, despite not being in the hand. But then he said, "you got two card, they got two card. You decide what to do and do it, so we arr go home sometime today."

The #8 seat shoved his remaining $160 across the line saying, "all-in" as he stared down the crazian. "Business" took about two seconds to match the bet and get her chips in. "I guess I know who has the aces this time." I said to her, as I announced call to the dealer. The #8 seat had her covered by about $10 so effectively, the three of us were all in at that point.

The #8 seat flipped up his suited big slick and the #5 seat got her aces opened up as fast as she could. I tabled my pocket fours and crazian went ballistic.

"He good prayer and you two know it. Why you think so rong mister? Pocket aces got bad ruck rady. Dis is big pot, BIG POT!!"

"Nice hand" said the #5 seat, as she sat back down after the river card came.

"Fuck me!" said the #8 seat to his buddy in the #7 seat.

I stacked another pot of chips.

Two hands later, I was dealt pocket Kings. After a limp and then a raise by the #2 seat, I made a re-raise to $50. Everyone including the limper folded around to the #2 seat, who made it $100 more all-in to call. I made the call to see my K-K vs. his Q-Q. "Just one of those days" he said. "Best hand I've seen all day and I run into you."

I held on in that one too. The #2 seat grabbed his coat off of the chair back and came over to shake my hand. "Wish I could have one of the days that you seem to be having." he said, as he grabbed his crack-berry and started entering something else into it as he walked away. He looked back at me, the crazian and then took a good look at the "business" lady in the #5 seat. Then he went back to making whatever notes it was he felt he needed to about us I guess.

"I don't know what he could be putting in that thing about you?" said the #5 seat.

"He arways prays the nuts!" said the crazian with a laugh. "He in hand you run!"

"You know I'm going to bust you soon right?" said the kid in the #8 seat in my general direction.

All I could think of to say was, "I'll be your Huckleberry."

Nothing incredibly spectacular happened after that hand, but I did use that table image to bluff into a few more pots along the way. I wanted to ride the high and get off the table right away, but I'm not a big fan of the hit-and-run. So I stuck around for a few more orbits than I normally would.

I was up over $2,000 or ten times my original buy-in, it was a pretty good day. As I racked up my chips, the crazian came over and said the funniest thing.

"They bruises, they don't wash off!" and he pointed to my cheeks.

I guess I did get slapped in the face a little at that table huh? But I'm OK with that. I've been on the other side of things for a little longer than most and besides, I think I look pretty good in black and blue!

My sincerest thanks for dropping by....

Frantic Friday : The Dr. Bammer Edition....(NSFW)

There's really two key points to this weeks Frantic Friday. Firstly, everybody seems to be getting into the business of advice for the lovelorn. I figure if we put the second point together with that, the second point being Bloggers marry up, we could come up with today's theme and get all Dr. Bammer on your azzes!

So like almost every other Frantic Frantic, this one was put together to celebrate :


Because let's face it, we can't all be like Waffles and bury our heads deep into a game of :


Smart guys will always consider the women's wants and needs. Having a happy women, is the real key to :


So today let's focus on tips that'll help all you single azz clowns out there, get a little closer to the woman of your dreams. Of course, these tips can also be used to assist you in moving up a level as well! Because we here in Bedrock really want to see you succeed and the start to that entire process, is getting a women that you truly don't deserve!

When you're considering making a move on one of these fine ladies, take the time to do a little :


Be nice! Tell her how great she looks in that colour of :


Take the time to let her know that you've noticed how soft her skin is, since she's been getting those :


treatments at the spa.

Try and be extra patient while she goes through all of her :


And for crying out loud, always consider your :


and be very aware of your :


For Pete's sake whatever you do, do NOT show up at her place for a date, wearing one of your favorite :


No matter how clean it looks and smells, they just aren't getting you anywhere with the real ladies out there.

Now some very serious things that you will need to avoid at all cost while you're with such a fine specimen, are as follows :

1) Guys PLEASE! DO NOT keep staring at her :


2) Even worse! DO NOT be drooling over and oggling at another women's :


3) When you're with the women you want to be with, there is no reason what so ever, to be checking out all the other women's :


either!

Oh, and if you're all full of :


and shit, 'cause you think you're "this close" to :


the best advice I can give you is, to slow down just a little speed racer! Chicks may dig that mad style of yours, darting all over the place, getting your groove on and crap! But you've moved up a level or two here, remember! You're the Big Dog now and you're running with the prize of the litter if you're doing everything correctly.

Take a little time to show her you care dude! Maybe make her a nice :


You know, this is a key time for you with a very special lady. Make sure to avoid going all :


on her now. Don't go getting all crazy and shit man! If she's worth it to you, take the time to do it right! It'll be SO worth it in the end!

But remember the other extreme to this as well! Make sure that you are not doing :


NOTHING and I mean NOTHING tells a women that you are not worth any effort on her part, like showing no effort yourself. If you don't make the effort to be special to her trust me, she'd rather stay home and watch the :


than spend another minute with you.

Now of course all of these tips and tricks are designed to help you keep the Blogger tradition of marrying up alive and well. So you only need to focus on all of them, if the one you're after or with, could potentially become :


So be focussed and clear on what it is you're actually after!

If your just hanging around with the boy's having a pint and trying to avoid all the :


Or maybe you were just playing a little :


when you were lucky enough to run into a pack of :


all bets are off dude!

Grab one of them beyatches and throw her up :


She's DRUNK dude! Talk her into something! Remind her about all that talk she was doing about some :


and bringing her :


friend up to the room.

My man it's your duty as a guy, to uphold the time honoured tradition of taking advantage of a drunk chick! Get'er done! She's bombed! you do not need all of the little :


and running around showing off your cute :


DUDE... FOCUS!!!

She's wasted AND wants you! Go ahead and tap that :


if you want to. She'll love it!

JUST REMEMBER TO NEVER MIX THESE TWO PIECES OF ADVICE TOGETHER !!!
Nothing good can come from getting it all backwards either, so study!

Well, I hope this has helped somebody out there. I do like to try and do my bit for the Blogosphere when I can. For now though, I think if you work on getting all of the little things mentioned here done correctly, you'll stand a pretty good chance of marrying up. And that's what this is all supposed to be about right!

There's one more little thing I did want to share with you my dear readers. I'm really not supposed to let the cat out of the bag just yet, but I think you're all so special, I just can't contain myself any longer.

I'm working on a little project that is a follow up to something that went terribly wrong a while back. I think it's really important to right a wrong and trust me, this thing was a serious and down right scary wrong!

So how am I going to fix it you ask.

LIKE THIS !



Have a great weekend everyone!

Aparently....... these things are a hit!
If you like what you see, tell your friends that I do this every single Friday.

My sincerest thanks for dropping by....

For the good of the many....

Content Warning!
This will make almost no sense at all to anyone.
For the most part, it's not supposed to.
For some asking why though, it's hopefully an answer.

I'm surrendering my silence to the questions, despite the fact that I do not expect anyone to actually understand my perspective. It won't be the first time that I've seen things differently than others on this great big flying rock! I don't expect it will be the last either! The choice to see my take on things or go another route, has always been a decision that anyone can make for themselves. I would not only never want to change that, but I admire us so very much as humans, for just that very ability.

Although I'm not what you would call a "pure" Trekkie, I always saw the tolerance, peace and faith in mankind message, that Eugene was trying to put out there. And an admirable attempt it was too!

But there is that one line! The one that shall always remain true, no matter the circumstance or situation it manages to arise in.

"The good of the many outweighs the good of the few, or the one."

In my opinion when you are making almost any decision, this should pretty much factor into your prime directive at the time. Will your actions affect more than just your own environment? Will anything else change, because of what you do? Will the change be for the betterment of you the one, or will the change somehow benefit more, as in the many?

While my decision to stand back and out of the way may seem stupid and trivial to some, it can also be considered the smartest approach to a tough situation to others. I think it's clear that our perspective on the situation, can be affected by our hearts first. Leading our minds to consider no other options, no matter the who, what, where, when or why of the situation at hand. We're really a strange breed in that respect. Natural instinct is often replaced by emotions such as anger, love, acceptance, optimism and of course, contentment and contempt.

Taking emotion out of a decision is not just difficult, it's damn near impossible! But it's not totally impossible and that's the difference here. I feel I was able to put aside feelings and judge the situation for what it actually was, and that's bad! Not the ability silly! The situation.

No matter what we try to do, the facts will always remain the same. Oil & Vinegar will just never really mix all that well. Sure it looks good as a balsamic blend or immediately after a good shake, but eventually we all know what's going to happen don't we? It's going to break down and become two distinct and separate entities. Not through any fault of the oil or the vinegar of course, but from us trying to force the two diametrically opposed ingredients together, over and over again.

What I become in certain situations, is simply not me. At least, not the me I want you to be around. Definitely, not the me that I want to be!

So the argument I have to constantly have with myself is quite clear. Do I wish to continue to show you that side of me, all the while being miserable myself? Or is it simply better for the one and the many, to have the one decide to stay clear of the situation?

Listen, I don't like being miserable and since you know me so well, it has to say something to know that I'm less miserable without the joy of your constant companionship, than I am being the guy in that situation.

If it doesn't....... then the point is lost on you, and I can't really do anything about that unfortunately.

My sincerest thanks for dropping by....

A tale of two mookies....

Mookie #1, The Plan = I not only sign up for a game that starts well past my normal bedtime, (since I get out of that bed at 4:30am every day of the week) but I drag brudder Chako into the fray by offering him a last longer side bet. "This is going to be a hoot!" literally came out of my mouth.

Mookie #2, The Actual = I play good Poker for an hour and a bit, trying the entire time to enjoy the company at my table and say a quick 'hey' to those friends that are at some other tables as well.

Mookie #1, The Plan = I'm fortunate enough to have a great bottle of Scotch available to me, so I can enjoy my time with my good friends.

Mookie #2, The Actual = No amount of Scotch, can make up for an asshole.

Mookie #1, The Plan = Enjoy the evening! As mookies come far too infrequent here in Bedrock, due to the, "start time" for both of us.

Mookie #2, The Actual = Eventual second place finisher VBPro7, might just be the biggest asshole I've been lucky enough to have never met! Forget getting me off of my game! I couldn't wait to get out of the game.

Rather than enjoy the game and the Scotch, I shipped my chips to a friend, shipped my lost bet to The Doc and then, I called it a night.

In all honesty, there's really nothing like an asshole of epic or VBPro7 proportion, to make it well worth the entry fee, the lost wager and the lost sleep.

What a great night!

My sincerest thanks for dropping by....

Let's get it started in here....

After working on a few leaks in my game I'd mentioned a while back, I decided that I would take a shot at one of the 180 player MTT's on FullTilt. Definitely NOT one of my normal games. But I was wide awake and felt like I would be for some time, so why not give it a shot?

All I needed to do was, set myself a strategy on how to play the damn thing. My decision was pretty easy, I'll just play a little "snug." So I popped on the tunes, grabbed a frosty cold one and away we went.

After the first 62 hands, my stack and stats looked like this.


I think "snug" was a good word for it.

I found it very easy early on, to get paid for a couple of monster hands. The first 30% of the players seemed quite willing to stack off with anything related to TPTK, no matter how the board looked or how the hand was played. So a slow played flopped boat and a check-raise all-in when the board four flushed, managed to get me a few chips from an un-improved Big Slick who'd flopped his second Ace. Nice ! Needless to say that with play like that, 60% of the field was gone by first break.

The second hour saw a mix of play. Some of the players were obviously the same types as earlier in the game. They must have either gotten lucky on a hand against someones flopped nuts, or they were part of some Donk on Donk violence and managed to come out on top. These players seemed to have the vast majority of the chips. Goal #1 would be, to get me some of those chips! The direct opposite of these players, was a group that obviously felt the same way I did. They would also be fighting for some chips from the, "I can draw to anything" crowd.

I think the shot of my stack and stats here after 146 hands, shows that the "snug" nit that I was being was still paying off.


Seeing only 15% of the flops made for some incredibly boring poker to be honest, but I spent an awful lot of that time watching the others. I did love winning 100% of my showdowns however, as no matter how I played or what the board managed to come up with, I could still say that I was holding the nuts and I was going to get paid. Although that was only in six hands to this point, it was a pretty incredible feeling!

The really disappointing part up to that point, was the six hands I just had to let go after the river card came. A few of them cost me a fair amount of chips, as I was sure I was ahead and kept building "my" pot up at each chance. Only to see river cards change the dynamic of the hands as they played out and make my holdings appear to be minuscule by comparison to what could be out there. I got to see that I was 100% correct in my folds 3 out of the 6 times however, so I was pretty sure I did the right thing on the other half of them as well. The two players with all the chips at my table, KelsieO and 48Follower could not miss any draw. It was actually quite brutal a few of the times that they had to show down. In one hand, KelsieO had committed about half of his stack on a draw to the river, where he naturally hit of course, but was making the play all the way with nothing but a draw to gutter 2-outers and middle pairs that would win set over flopped set.

In the end, it was ultimately that style of play that ended my game as well. Play folded around to me in the SB and I had not played for some time. I open for a 3x raise from the small with the Jc-Kc. (who doesn't love crubs?) To no big surprise, I get the call from KelsieO. We see the flop of Ks-3d-Jh and KelsiO bets out pot. This does not worry me in the least, as this has been his MO for the 15 or so hands he has been at my table. I decide to re-pop it to 3x the pot, as I believe I am good here. My friend takes about three seconds to get all of his chips into the middle. I get mine all in as well and we are about to see who has what and more importantly, who has who!

My TOP2 is up against..... the Ad-10d. Stack in on another gutter? But having played NLHE for almost two years now, I knew enough to gather my things and get ready to turn the computer off. There was definitely a Queen coming. NOPE !! How about the six of diamonds and then the eight of diamonds for the runner-runner Flush my two and a half hours of great play to a 11th. place finish away! Sheeeeeesh !!!

On the bright side, what I've been doing with my newer NLHE strategy seems to be working for me right now. We'll just have to hang on for a bit and see how things go. Although I haven't gained back large amounts of the money spent learning the game over the last little bit, I have been getting paid AND... the goofs at Sharkdope took my little pet fish away as well. I guess getting paid, (even if only a little) in your last 9 games in a row, is good enough to drop the fish! And that's a pretty good start in my books.

Speaking of good starts, our Brit Blogger Boy Nick has a new Blog up and running called TwitterPoker. I was kinda' fond of his Hairy Gymnast page but, since his goal is to build a bankroll large enough to come over and see us here on the "other" continent, who am I to hold him back? :)

Another good, (dare I say great?) start was DonKaaa's introduction to the BBT4. I see a great second place result for him in Monday night's Riverchasers game!


Congrats Donnie! Nicely done indeed. Now can we get back to something really important? LIKE GOLF !!!! :)

My sincerest thanks for dropping by....

Greg Gutfeld is a waste of flesh....

So some nobody said a few things about our Canadian Military, that might not have been in the best of light huh? Is this the idiot that couldn't hold a job at Maxim or Men's health Magazines, but holds the power of the 3:00am. time slot on the network famous for bringing an animated Gopher to one of arguably, the most popular Televised sports in the United States of America?

I got the right guy then right? Oh well. At least he apologised.

What?

"he forwarded the message to a Fox publicist"

It's fuck-nuts like this ass-clown, that give Americans a bad name world wide. It's really a shame too. I have as many American friends as I have Canadian to be honest, and I can't believe any one of them would waste a moment of their time, watching, listening or reading anything that this waste of flesh has or will, ever have to say.

****And right off the bat before anyone that doesn't know me gets all jammed up, I am NOT taking a return shot at the US Military here. That is NOT how I roll! These are merely a few simple facts, that are constantly buried in American History. As a Canadian, I'm proud of what both of our Nations Military Forces continue to do to protect our way of life. Seeing them stand together to do it, always makes me that much more so.****

So listen here you piece of shit, dick-nosed nobody! Humour is based on truth. That's typically what makes it so funny. Just because your tired old routine using old jokes like 'aboot' and 'EH' aren't getting any laughs these days, does not give you the right to say anything demeaning about possibly, the most successful and supportive military force in modern history.

Let's take a look at a few facts and see if we can find any humour in them, shall we?

Do you know why The White House is white dick-wad? Do you know anything about an American Army invading York, (I better tell you that that's Toronto) and burning down non-military buildings such as Parliament buildings and the private warehouses that the mighty American military, had just finished looting? I didn't think so. Back in August of 1814, we took a British / Canadian Provinces military force of our own for a little trip.

How about a couple of really simple ones? Which should we do first? WWI or, WWII? Well, World War I does come first after all.

August 1914 - Canada as part of The United Kingdom, declares war on Germany.
April 1917 - Canadians win VIMY Ridge in four days. It had been fought over by others for nearly two years.
June 1917 - First American troops land in France.
December 7, 1917 - The United States declares war on Austria-Hungary.
November 1918 - WWI is over.

We stood for what we believed was right, for four full years. Standing by our compatriots and fighting where and when it needed to be done. America put 11 months into the effort, because of pressure from the Allies after The Battle of Cambrai. (A British attack that fails and the battle results in a stalemate)

In World War II, it went a little like this.

September 1939 - Canada declares war on Germany.
October 1940 - President Roosevelt, in the middle of an election campaign, promises not to send "our boys" to war, despite Liverpool England having been bombed for the 200th. time.
March 1941 - US initiates Lend Lease Act. "Allowing" Britain, China, and other allied nations to purchase military equipment and to defer payment until after the war.
August 1941 - After "the 18th. successful Major battle" by Canadian Forces of the 21 they had taken a full part in, The US announces an oil embargo against "aggressors."
October 1941 - Canadian Military estimates show a loss of 11,326 Canadian troops to date. The same day that the destroyer USS Kearney is torpedoed and damaged near Iceland, killing eleven sailors; they are the first American military casualties of the war.
December 7, 1941 - Japan bombs Pearl Harbor. Canada declares war on Japan.
December 8, 1941 - The United Kingdom and The United States declare war on Japan.
January 1942 - The first American troops land in Europe.

The rest is available in quality history books. Not the drivel offered up in the movie theaters.

I won't even bring up Korea or Vietnam. What a waste of life!

So that brings us to slightly more recent times huh?

Let's see. Operation Enduring Freedom was created on October 7, 2001. In January of 2002, the first in a long line of Canadian troops was on site and ready to assist our neighbour to the South. Seven long years and 116 fatalities later, we're not only still there by your Countries side, we hold strong and fast to several key strategical areas on the teams behalf..

Did you forget Mr. three-am funny guy, that our first four deaths in Afghanistan were from American fire? Maybe that was too long ago. How about the most recent four deaths that actually occurred a mere 3 days after your brilliant performance to nobody? Remember those four deaths asshole? Shouldn't be too hard should it? It was all over the 'real' news.

"Four Canadian Soldiers were killed while taking part in a massive operation to attack Taliban command centres and supply routes. Three other Canadian soldiers were wounded in the blast. American and British Soldiers were mostly un-injured, as the Canadian vehicles took it upon themselves to act as a shield for their protection."

I'll end it with this.

I'll just assume you have a massive ego and you don't give a crap about bad publicity, since it's better than the no publicity that you're surely used to. I also hear you're a blogger asswipe. Hence the title to this post. I hope by some miracle you're able to find this post. I'd really love to hear from you to discuss this further.

Since your not willing to stand behind our military forces, I'd dearly love to see you get in front of them right now.

Fuck you and the four assholes serving as a "panel" for discussion on news topics of the day, you ignorant and unappreciative piece of shit.

But as always,

My sincerest thanks for dropping by....

A weekend at Barney's....

The good news is, jail time was never really in question at all. Unless of course you want to go all libertarian on my azz, and count the discussions at the bar with the hookers and the ride home in the cruiser. But you wouldn't hold any of that against a kid now, would you?

As I mentioned last week, Dad's got his best friend in Hospital after a massive stroke. With all that going on, I figured he could use some company for the weekend. So with that I wandered down to South Bedrock, for an afternoon and evening of comforting my old man. I could have kept on driving and went all the way South to see Al to be honest! As this became a lot closer to "Southern Comforting" than anything else.

Occasionally, I've been known to forget how it is that I come by my natural talent for alcohol consumption but, no worries!

One nearly empty bar at the house, six different bars in town, three unique bands, running in to five of his buddies and the ride home in the cruiser, all to give me a solid reminder this weekend from, "The Sponge!" Oh and one other thing came from all of this mess. One seriously weak and wounded liver, belonging to yours truly.

It's been.... well... NEVER .... since Dad and I tied one on like this and honestly, judging from the Sunday morning appearances of us both, it just might be a while before we try anything even remotely close to this again. One can hope!

The old man needed a bender so, a bender was had. Seriously good times from what I can remember. Great discussions, as we waltzed down memory lane. Remembering good times and honest discussions about the bad ones. Pulling up a few memories that had us both in stitches or, both saluting a lost friend over the passage of time. All in all like I said, great discussion with my old man. What I can't remember was, who's idea the 7:00pm Schnitzel stop was. THAT guy was a genius! I can't even begin to imagine pulling some of the crap we did over that intoxicating 13 hours, on a completely empty gut.

Dad's one of the last of his core group and the realization of his own mortality, hit him pretty hard when Bob went down last Monday. We had a pretty good discussion about that too, as Dad started to realize that this was just something else that we had in common. You see, Dad and I are closer now than we ever have been but we're still not that close. Something that this weekend may just help to get us through. The look on his face as he came to terms with the fact that I too have gone through all of this, spoke a thousand words of care to me, even though he actually said nothing at all at the time. We would talk about it later though and the rolls had reversed ever so slightly. It was Dad trying to make sure I didn't go down the dark and gloomy path, that is the loss of a friend.

"Celebrate the time you have, don't mourn the loss forever!" Barney said.

The realization that I could see in his eyes as he said it, was enough to tell me that the trip down was well worth it. My old man is going to be alright and I'm pretty sure, he's saying the same thing about me.

My sincerest thanks for dropping by....

Frantic Friday : The reason Edition.... (NSFW)

I just put today's post together, to sum up why I like my Frantic Friday's so much. You see, Frantic Friday's have really become quite the popular day around these parts, so I really want to keep them up for you. I'm almost treating them like a little business of sorts and you all know, it's all about :


in todays market! A bunch of you out there are also telling me very clearly, that you can't wait until it's Frantic Friday. So Frantic Friday's are here to stay for at least a little while longer I guess, and we'll try our best to run with the following theme :


So let me set my drink down on a :


and get myself down to business!

After all, no one comes here on a Friday to see :


Everyone is always after the same thing! You all want me to get to the :


and :


So since it's always been one of my :


to keep bringing you fine readers the best of some great :


I'll do my very best, to satisfy your ever incereasing needs.

Now I do have one little housekeeping item to get out of the way, before we really get started on this Frantic Friday. So bear with me for a moment, if you'd be so kind.

Has anyone else out there noticed the amazing similarity between :


Maybe it's just me of course, I don't know. I just thought I'd put it out there for everyone. Feel free to discuss it amongst yourselves.

So now here's the reason I love Frantic Friday's so much. In my twits and tweets and the odd e-mail here and there, some of you have told me why you come here all the time or more specifically, why you make sure to stop by on a Frantic Friday.

So here's the short list with a 'couple' of reasons.

Some say they stop in for the :


while several out there continue to stop by, just to see some great :


Now I did have one blogger comment that he, "can't :


what he'd do, if I started looking for :


with :


on his behalf."

He also said that he and his boy, "always check out these Frantic Friday's together." It seems his son is a pretty big fan of some :


as well. Good on ya' son. Good on ya'!!

So if you've commented, tweeted, I/M'd or e-mailed me about your favorite Frantic Friday, I really want to thank you for your support. If you just happened to stumble across this little page on the intertubles and are still reading this right now, I thank you and ask that you consider the following if you would. It's sort of a motto that this kid chooses to live by, at all times!


My sincerest thanks for dropping by....