At an advanced age, (as noted by Pauly himself.. thank you very much!) I've seen a lot of things in this world of poker. I've played in one format or another and at several different levels of buy-in for a little over 30 years. I'm certainly no Johnny Hughes, Dr. Pauly or Ignatious. I am merely, exactly what I am. I am a player of some sorts, that has come and gone within the poker community in one form or another, for three decades.
Having said I've seen a few things, seems a bit contrite compared to some of the stories that are offered up here in our invisible realm of poker blogdem. A truly great read, is always only a "click" away. Today however, well today I think I can say that I have officially seen it all in the game we love to hate, or that loves to hate us.
There will be better posts about the "Team TuckFard" results in our local challenge for an ultimate trip to Vegas for the WSOP. Pebbles and I both finished fourth at our tables. (We have some serious card dead issues and keep running moves into the Nutz with complete and utter Dis-regard) My favorite pair 'O' T's went on for a dominating win, and Carson improved his record with another runner up finish. Points wise, we're in a dominating situation as a team. DonKaaaaa had an off day when his nutz kept on getting busted by crap. My man Nutzy came off his "EH Cup Weekend" win last night and subbed in for another team. His solid third place finish shows why he's atop the individual leader board standings. And yes, you read that right! We loaned out our top points getter to another team. That's just how "real" TuckFards roll kids.
Back to the seen it all part though. In 3 orbits of the table that I had drawn for today's challenge, I was privy to the ultimate in displays of card rackedness that most likely, will never be repeated in my lifetime. As I said, this happened in just under 3 orbits of a 9 player table.
The format : starting stacks of $150,000 and the blinds are at $1000 / $2000.
In these 3 orbits of the table, the "card rack" had a little over $650,000 in chips sitting in her stack. Here is just a small sample of how she got there.
Hand 1 : Her pocket 3's hit quad's on the flop.
Hand 2 : Her 4-5o in a limped BB, managed to turn into a boat on the flop.
Hand 3 : Her pocket 10's that were up against pocket A's and Pocket K's, quaded up while a boat showed on the board.
Hand 1,000,000 : Her pocket 7's were once again delivered into Quad'em, against two made straights.
This player hit quads three times in less than an hour. Seven, (count'em!) seven Full Houses in that same hour. At least trips on every hand she played and oh yeah! she played every hand for the first 63 minutes. People continually paid her off, (not yours truly!) on every single hand. She did not take advantage of that fact and simply called, and called and called, over and over again with her made nutz. Had she understood anything at all about the game, the two of us would have been heads up in about an hour. Instead she just kept flipping up her cards at the end and saying, "sorry."
Having been un-believeably card dead for a running three months now, this was hard to bear witness to. But in some typically morbid poker deviant way, it was fun to watch as well. She may not have known much about the game, ("I think this is the 5th. time I've played holding-them poker" the exact quote!!) it was fun watching the donkey's and the solid players at my table hit uber-tilt in 30 minutes or less. It made for an entertaining but bizarre first hour.
But this is not the hard part of our pokery-goodness story here everyone. There's a downside too! If you can grasp the concept of one player increasing their starting stack by over 4x in the first hour of a game made for a little play and action, try and wrap your head around this! At the end of exactly one more orbit of the table, she had a mere $41,000 in chips sitting in her stack in front of her. This 63 minute card rack phenomenon came to a crashing end and her pocket A's were cracked not once, but three times in one orbit! The better her cards were in the hole, the more she lost in the hand. Then despite the fact that she still had 4 BB's laying there in her stack, she felt "desperate" and "needed to do something to make it up." What's a girl to do? Why not push it all in with the 3 and 5 of spades? She gets FOUR callers and takes it down with the straight flush. (NAT !) This was a good pot and built her stack back up a bit. The problem is, "it just isn't enough yet" after having such a big lead at the start. Another push and two more callers. Why they would not have known she had the monster 7-9 sooooooooooted and felt the need to call with mere pocket K's and some measly pocket Q's was beyond me. I can't quite comprehend how they must have felt when the three 9's came on the flop. My gut hurt and I had not played a hand with her as of yet. Just to add an exclamation point, the turn provided a 7 and the river brought another. Has anyone out there ever seen anyone hit quad's and trips to back it up, in the same hand???
I think I can now say, I have seen it all. Unless it's me in that position, I certainly hope so.
My sincerest thanks for dropping by ....
12/30/2007
Half assed live blogging the "EH Cup weekend"
This should be easy... the games been over for almost an hour now.
The TuckFards held a pre-pre-pre-pre "EH-Vegas" game tonight and almost no Tuck's showed up. The guest's of honour were PokerTart, Bankwell and Purrrrrrr.
(There is a C.B.G.C picture soon to come! I love my job!)
Representing the Tucks were, NutzFirth, (my favorite pair of T's) TotalTilt, SpikeyMikey, DonKaaaaaaaaaaaa, QueenKaaaaaaaaaa, (our host) Carson, (the hostess with the mostess) Suzy_Q, Pebbles and your's truly. We expected a few more players, but we'd have to do.
There will be better post's about the actual game. I just want to say thanks to my darling Kat, Banky and the ever lovely PokerTart for making the journey North, to have a little fun. With friends like you, I'll never have to worry about anything again, in this lifetime. I can't wait to do this again in "EH-Vegas." I actually think one of us might take the whole thing down.
Cards for me tonight kind of sucked. The best pots I took all night were the worst hands I had. (I can live with that) To finish where I did, was the best result I could have imagined. Congrats to Nutzy, for taking the whole mess down. And a special congrats to our PokerTart for such a great runner up finish. I think I bubbled both the "big" game and the "other" game, but at least I wasn't the "Gigli" right Bankwell? I had to say that. The bugger took me out of the cash game when I was a full 1.3233344455544433% ahead. LOL ! (I looked it up !) It was great for all of you to make the trip. I can't wait until we do it again.
I do have one suggestion though.......... OK...... maybe two.
1) When we call Sir Al for a dial-a-shot, let's actually get him on the line so I don't have to do a three-peat.
2) When Pauly calls to dial-a-shot with us, let's not hand me the phone as I'm gagging on another Grand Marnier. You know, "have another Bam-Bam, it's Pauly for crying out loud."
That will never work for either of us alright!
Other than that, it was a great night. I drink Scotch! Any Glen will do....
OK !!
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I do have to say however that I'm just a touch dissapointed....
I had 48 visitors yesterday, about average.
I see only "The Rooster" and "perticellis plunder" said hi to The Doc.
I think we can do a little bit better than that, don't you?
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
(but if you were here, wouldn't that still be better than being in Iraq?)
The TuckFards held a pre-pre-pre-pre "EH-Vegas" game tonight and almost no Tuck's showed up. The guest's of honour were PokerTart, Bankwell and Purrrrrrr.
(There is a C.B.G.C picture soon to come! I love my job!)
Representing the Tucks were, NutzFirth, (my favorite pair of T's) TotalTilt, SpikeyMikey, DonKaaaaaaaaaaaa, QueenKaaaaaaaaaa, (our host) Carson, (the hostess with the mostess) Suzy_Q, Pebbles and your's truly. We expected a few more players, but we'd have to do.
There will be better post's about the actual game. I just want to say thanks to my darling Kat, Banky and the ever lovely PokerTart for making the journey North, to have a little fun. With friends like you, I'll never have to worry about anything again, in this lifetime. I can't wait to do this again in "EH-Vegas." I actually think one of us might take the whole thing down.
Cards for me tonight kind of sucked. The best pots I took all night were the worst hands I had. (I can live with that) To finish where I did, was the best result I could have imagined. Congrats to Nutzy, for taking the whole mess down. And a special congrats to our PokerTart for such a great runner up finish. I think I bubbled both the "big" game and the "other" game, but at least I wasn't the "Gigli" right Bankwell? I had to say that. The bugger took me out of the cash game when I was a full 1.3233344455544433% ahead. LOL ! (I looked it up !) It was great for all of you to make the trip. I can't wait until we do it again.
I do have one suggestion though.......... OK...... maybe two.
1) When we call Sir Al for a dial-a-shot, let's actually get him on the line so I don't have to do a three-peat.
2) When Pauly calls to dial-a-shot with us, let's not hand me the phone as I'm gagging on another Grand Marnier. You know, "have another Bam-Bam, it's Pauly for crying out loud."
That will never work for either of us alright!
Other than that, it was a great night. I drink Scotch! Any Glen will do....
OK !!
=================
I do have to say however that I'm just a touch dissapointed....
I had 48 visitors yesterday, about average.
I see only "The Rooster" and "perticellis plunder" said hi to The Doc.
I think we can do a little bit better than that, don't you?
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
(but if you were here, wouldn't that still be better than being in Iraq?)
12/28/2007
Well deserved thanks and YES ! I was out of my mind ....
Since it’s been a very clear runaway for the month of December, I'd like to say my sincerest thanks to this months top five referrers.
The Tao of Poker
Sir Al
Iggy
The Wife
PokerTart
I’ve received dozens of new visitors courtesy of the little plugs and links from each of you, and I am very grateful for the hook-ups. It’s because of your kindness in mentioning this little place I rock out in, that Bedrock actually doubled up the number of visitors in only the second month of virtual existence. I always try to return the favour and I hope my little corner of the world helps you out in some small way as well. As i've always said, if you are a reader here and you do not frequent any of the sites listed on the right side of this little joint, you don't know what you're missing. From entertaining stories to solid poker lessons and advice, you'll find it all from those fine folks in blogdem.
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I plead temporary insanity…… That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
If I look at my strengths in any competitive atmosphere, the one thing that I would say I can always depend on to get me through anything, is my ability to focus on the task at hand. In poker, this trait is how I manage to go deep and often win a lot of the larger live MTT’s locally. Yeah you need luck and of course cards to get you where you need to be in the field. But if one can stay focused on absoloutely everything that’s going on, everything becomes easier as you go. Your reads will be sharper, the hard folds will be so much easier and the toughest call you may ever have to make becomes an actual decision, rather than a coin flip. Focus and attention to the job just makes the live game so much easier to play.
With an ITM and 2nd place finish in last weeks Riverchasers game on the resume, I was really looking forward to improving that by one spot last night. At 8:45pm last night, I realized that I had not yet registered for Al’s game. I was really involved and focused on being in a fairly good situation in a rather serious $5.50 SnG at the time. I also, for some bizarre reason, had another $2.20 game on the go as well. Yes Carson! I was ‘multi-tabling’ on-line poker.
(we’ll give it a few seconds for the laughter to subside…………)
If you know me at all, (or actually read the above paragraph) you should know that I need to focus to be successful. Last night was an attempt at broadening my attention span and more importantly, keeping me interested in on-line poker itself. Pebbles and others do all kinds of other activities while playing on-line. I think that’s great. It’s just not for me. Oh I’ve tried. Let’s see, there were puzzles, games, reading and just about anything else you can think of. Then I’d look up at the screen to see a large chunk of my chips sailing away to someone else, as it turns out my set was no good against the flopped straight. When I’m on and paying attention, I see it coming and can get away from the hand. With no focus I end up playing the cards I hold and not the actual game itself. I’ve seen it happen to so many beginning players and I love to take advantage of it when it happens. But this here Bam-Bam guy, IS NOT A NEW PLAYER!
So with a massive chip lead in the $5 game with 5 seats still filled, and a solid 2nd of 3 players going in the $2 game, I did what any right-minded person who wants to throw away $11.00 would do. In my first attempt at multi-tabling on-line, I opened up a third screen and got set for the Riverchasers game. In the $2 game, my opponents were content to hack away at each other with crap. I figured I’d let them. I went in every once in a while and took a pot from the short stack when I could. He was getting pretty low and I figured that it would only be a matter of time before he was in a push only situation. In the other game, I had busted the first player with flopped quad’s and put a good dent in the stack of another with the nut flush on the turn. I had about 2 ½ stacks to play with in less than one orbit. To say play went a little tight.. would be an understatement. I didn’t need to focus on this game too terribly much at this point in time.
So I get into the Riverchasers game a bit and feel all “funky” about myself for having so much on the go. “I am the kid” I tell myself. This typically is when I wake up and go back into reality mode to save myself great pain and expense. Not last night though. Last night, I see a move being made against me in the $2 game. I expand it a bit and settle in to see what’s really happening. I catch the guy and of course, I move back at him. Here is his push situation and I’m pretty darn sure that I’m far enough ahead of him, that I can afford the race. He does, I call, my cards hold and he’s out. Perfectly according to plan. I love when that happens. I see my BB is up in the $5 game. Better get over there and see what I need to do. Damn, BB in the $2 game too! Hey! I’m SB in the Riverchasers now. Click-Click-Click-Click-Click-Click-Click all ends up amounting to a win, another player gone and WHAT !!!! I’m OUT OF THE RIVERCHASERS ! How the heck?
This is what happens when I am not focused. I played my weak two-pair in the Riverchasers as if I was “heads up” in the $2 game. There are ever so slightly better players up there on any given night. (yes I’m being facetious) The play at Riverchasers is usually very solid and needs to be respected at all times. I lost focus and tried making a play at someone who could see it coming from a mile away. The higher two pair takes me down easily despite there being a pair on the board. I played it like a set but did so, so poorly, that had I been on the other side, I think it would have been an easy call to make.
The good news is I won the other two games and made a small profit for the night, despite launching $11 from the account for no good reason at all. I can say that I will not purposely be making another “donation” like this anytime soon. Those of you capable of playing and staying at +EV while multi-tabling, I take my hat off to you for sure. But as for myself and last nights genuine mind melt down moment,
I plead temporary insanity……
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Finally, I heard one of the best one-liners from the mouth of babes yesterday afternoon and I want to share it.
Man: "What's that ribbon you're wearing son?"
Kid:(maybe 7yrs old) "It's ta' support our troops."
Man: "Oh that's very nice of you."
Kid: "My daddy's in Aftaganistand."
Man: "You mean Afghanastan."
Kid: "Yeah there."
Man: "Well I think it's wonderful that you support our troops son."
Kid: "Well I think anyone who don't stand behind our troops, should go stand in front of them."
I tend to agree completely.
On that note. I think it would be prudent to make contact with anyone that you personally know that is working in the military and helping make this world of ours a better place. If you stopped by Bedrock and don't know anyone in this situation, I would consider it a personal favour if you dropped in HERE to say a quick hi in the comments. It would only take a minute of your time to put a smile on a face in Iraq. That surely has to be +EV to everyone.
My sincerest thanks for dropping by….
The Tao of Poker
Sir Al
Iggy
The Wife
PokerTart
I’ve received dozens of new visitors courtesy of the little plugs and links from each of you, and I am very grateful for the hook-ups. It’s because of your kindness in mentioning this little place I rock out in, that Bedrock actually doubled up the number of visitors in only the second month of virtual existence. I always try to return the favour and I hope my little corner of the world helps you out in some small way as well. As i've always said, if you are a reader here and you do not frequent any of the sites listed on the right side of this little joint, you don't know what you're missing. From entertaining stories to solid poker lessons and advice, you'll find it all from those fine folks in blogdem.
================================================
I plead temporary insanity…… That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
If I look at my strengths in any competitive atmosphere, the one thing that I would say I can always depend on to get me through anything, is my ability to focus on the task at hand. In poker, this trait is how I manage to go deep and often win a lot of the larger live MTT’s locally. Yeah you need luck and of course cards to get you where you need to be in the field. But if one can stay focused on absoloutely everything that’s going on, everything becomes easier as you go. Your reads will be sharper, the hard folds will be so much easier and the toughest call you may ever have to make becomes an actual decision, rather than a coin flip. Focus and attention to the job just makes the live game so much easier to play.
With an ITM and 2nd place finish in last weeks Riverchasers game on the resume, I was really looking forward to improving that by one spot last night. At 8:45pm last night, I realized that I had not yet registered for Al’s game. I was really involved and focused on being in a fairly good situation in a rather serious $5.50 SnG at the time. I also, for some bizarre reason, had another $2.20 game on the go as well. Yes Carson! I was ‘multi-tabling’ on-line poker.
(we’ll give it a few seconds for the laughter to subside…………)
If you know me at all, (or actually read the above paragraph) you should know that I need to focus to be successful. Last night was an attempt at broadening my attention span and more importantly, keeping me interested in on-line poker itself. Pebbles and others do all kinds of other activities while playing on-line. I think that’s great. It’s just not for me. Oh I’ve tried. Let’s see, there were puzzles, games, reading and just about anything else you can think of. Then I’d look up at the screen to see a large chunk of my chips sailing away to someone else, as it turns out my set was no good against the flopped straight. When I’m on and paying attention, I see it coming and can get away from the hand. With no focus I end up playing the cards I hold and not the actual game itself. I’ve seen it happen to so many beginning players and I love to take advantage of it when it happens. But this here Bam-Bam guy, IS NOT A NEW PLAYER!
So with a massive chip lead in the $5 game with 5 seats still filled, and a solid 2nd of 3 players going in the $2 game, I did what any right-minded person who wants to throw away $11.00 would do. In my first attempt at multi-tabling on-line, I opened up a third screen and got set for the Riverchasers game. In the $2 game, my opponents were content to hack away at each other with crap. I figured I’d let them. I went in every once in a while and took a pot from the short stack when I could. He was getting pretty low and I figured that it would only be a matter of time before he was in a push only situation. In the other game, I had busted the first player with flopped quad’s and put a good dent in the stack of another with the nut flush on the turn. I had about 2 ½ stacks to play with in less than one orbit. To say play went a little tight.. would be an understatement. I didn’t need to focus on this game too terribly much at this point in time.
So I get into the Riverchasers game a bit and feel all “funky” about myself for having so much on the go. “I am the kid” I tell myself. This typically is when I wake up and go back into reality mode to save myself great pain and expense. Not last night though. Last night, I see a move being made against me in the $2 game. I expand it a bit and settle in to see what’s really happening. I catch the guy and of course, I move back at him. Here is his push situation and I’m pretty darn sure that I’m far enough ahead of him, that I can afford the race. He does, I call, my cards hold and he’s out. Perfectly according to plan. I love when that happens. I see my BB is up in the $5 game. Better get over there and see what I need to do. Damn, BB in the $2 game too! Hey! I’m SB in the Riverchasers now. Click-Click-Click-Click-Click-Click-Click all ends up amounting to a win, another player gone and WHAT !!!! I’m OUT OF THE RIVERCHASERS ! How the heck?
This is what happens when I am not focused. I played my weak two-pair in the Riverchasers as if I was “heads up” in the $2 game. There are ever so slightly better players up there on any given night. (yes I’m being facetious) The play at Riverchasers is usually very solid and needs to be respected at all times. I lost focus and tried making a play at someone who could see it coming from a mile away. The higher two pair takes me down easily despite there being a pair on the board. I played it like a set but did so, so poorly, that had I been on the other side, I think it would have been an easy call to make.
The good news is I won the other two games and made a small profit for the night, despite launching $11 from the account for no good reason at all. I can say that I will not purposely be making another “donation” like this anytime soon. Those of you capable of playing and staying at +EV while multi-tabling, I take my hat off to you for sure. But as for myself and last nights genuine mind melt down moment,
I plead temporary insanity……
==========================
Finally, I heard one of the best one-liners from the mouth of babes yesterday afternoon and I want to share it.
Man: "What's that ribbon you're wearing son?"
Kid:(maybe 7yrs old) "It's ta' support our troops."
Man: "Oh that's very nice of you."
Kid: "My daddy's in Aftaganistand."
Man: "You mean Afghanastan."
Kid: "Yeah there."
Man: "Well I think it's wonderful that you support our troops son."
Kid: "Well I think anyone who don't stand behind our troops, should go stand in front of them."
I tend to agree completely.
On that note. I think it would be prudent to make contact with anyone that you personally know that is working in the military and helping make this world of ours a better place. If you stopped by Bedrock and don't know anyone in this situation, I would consider it a personal favour if you dropped in HERE to say a quick hi in the comments. It would only take a minute of your time to put a smile on a face in Iraq. That surely has to be +EV to everyone.
My sincerest thanks for dropping by….
12/27/2007
OK, OK, OK ..... I give. I'll do it !
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
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My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
12/25/2007
The art of giving and an old man's tears ....
At first, it felt sharp at the edges and solid in form. Then there was the wrapping paper, it gave no hint of the contents within. The look of 'the gifter' gave me hope that love went into the gift that I was about to open.
As I opened it up to reveal it's true meaning, I cried for the first time in front of my daughter. Well, the first time since the day of her birth anyways.
The gift was was not significant because of cost, or value to the world. It was a true Christmas gift. Made by hand and with love. And a sincere desire to give what needed to be gotten.
You see, not-so-mini-Peb's is a Photographer. To say her work is stunning and incredibly pleasing to the eye, is only the largest of under-statements. There is little wonder why she won the very first competition that she entered. Her art is classical black and white. Her method is to send a message through her work, for all, (or in this case) for one to see.
Her gift was a true self portrait, in all of it's ultimate meaning.
As I gaze at the beauty and it's wonderment, I stand humbled by the two most obvious of facts. The talent she has to create such beauty, and the beauty she carries with such dignity at the age of only 17.
We can "rage duo" in all our glory, at some ear bleeding metal "Boo."
But nothing say's Christmas to me my daughter, like the gift I was given of you.
The portrait tells me who you are, and why you are this way.
The woman inside let's me know for sure, I should be prouder every day.
Merry Christmas not-so-mini-Peb's ! And thanks for making the old man cry.
My sincerest thanks for dropping by ....
As I opened it up to reveal it's true meaning, I cried for the first time in front of my daughter. Well, the first time since the day of her birth anyways.
The gift was was not significant because of cost, or value to the world. It was a true Christmas gift. Made by hand and with love. And a sincere desire to give what needed to be gotten.
You see, not-so-mini-Peb's is a Photographer. To say her work is stunning and incredibly pleasing to the eye, is only the largest of under-statements. There is little wonder why she won the very first competition that she entered. Her art is classical black and white. Her method is to send a message through her work, for all, (or in this case) for one to see.
Her gift was a true self portrait, in all of it's ultimate meaning.
As I gaze at the beauty and it's wonderment, I stand humbled by the two most obvious of facts. The talent she has to create such beauty, and the beauty she carries with such dignity at the age of only 17.
We can "rage duo" in all our glory, at some ear bleeding metal "Boo."
But nothing say's Christmas to me my daughter, like the gift I was given of you.
The portrait tells me who you are, and why you are this way.
The woman inside let's me know for sure, I should be prouder every day.
Merry Christmas not-so-mini-Peb's ! And thanks for making the old man cry.
My sincerest thanks for dropping by ....
12/20/2007
Bam-Bam's Christmas Wish List ....
With everything family starting to kick into full gear, this will probably be it until after Christmas. So before I get too involved to get this done right, heres the official “Christmas Wish List” from Bedrock.
I truly hope each one, somehow manages to come true.
Al : I wish him all the best 08 has to offer. Including; reduced SoCo pricing, a win in The Mookie and Riverchasers (back-2-back of course) and a better looking afternoon shift where ever he happens to be at the time.
Astin : I wish that he manages to carry the success he has seen through the end of 07, well into 08 and beyond.
BadBlood : I wish for a new, (and even better, local!) thrash metal band to be discovered, for us to rock to.
Mr. Bankwell : I wish for Banky to get the Season win he wants so badly.
Bloody P : I wish B.P. nothing but the best in 2008. I wish him big pots and a happy heart.
Dr. Chako : I wish for his time to safely fly by until his return home. Then I wish for it to slow to a crawl during his first family hug.
Drizz : I wish for his Vikings to stick with Tarvaris Jackson. If they let him develop into the player he looks like he might be, he could become one of the best.
Falstaff : I wish Falstaff all the happiness and joy in the world. He deserves it. I also hope that he’ll continue on with his healthy ways. Healthy people just look happier.
Fuel_55 : I wish him dozen’s and dozen’s of great “Presto” stories going forward into 08.
I love them.
G_Cox : I wish you and your lovely wife nothing but health and happiness in 08 Gary. Now that I know you're a man-hugger, there's a huge one coming next meeting bud!
G-Rob : I wish for the return of the G-Vegas scene as it should be. Safe and legal games, where adults are allowed to think for themselves and spend their time and money on the entertainment of their choosing. A scene where local crime fighters will start to consider a Rapist or Pedophile, a far worse threat to society than any family man poker player. (with bad knees no less !)
Instant Tragedy : I wish for something to change that will let him come to our next get together. After Dec. 7-10, it just seems wrong that he might not make the next one. I also wish him lot's of laughter in the coming year.
Iron Girl : I wish this lovely young lady all the best in the new year. Oh… and I also wish for a “Peppers” concert in the Syracuse/Rochester area, so we can go together. ‘Cause that would be ½ way from home for both of us. Heeeeyy-O.
Kat : I wish Kat a stress-less and much more carefree and relaxing 08. And slightly on the selfish side, I wish that she gets the chance soon… to grab my butt. *grin
Maudie : I wish Maudie good health and only the best Karma going into the new year. Maybe some will trickle down my way too. Sometimes, Karma does that.
Mookie : I wish mookie the 100+ players he deserves for every Wednesday night in 08.
Otis : I wish the ringing would just go away and… I wish him the wisdom to continue on learning from the little drummer boy..
Pauly : I wish Pauly the best in 08. Hopefully, we’ll all gain the benefit of that. Since a happy Pauly seems to = a writing Pauly, “The Book” can’t be far off. I also wish Pauly the exact same luck, on our next Vegas adventure. (for both of us of course!) ;o)
PokerTart : I wish that no matter what, P/T will find some way to get herself and Banky out to Vegas with us next year. You were missed incredibly. :o(
RecessRampage : I wish him the best of luck in 08. Despite the fact that it seems his skill is doing just fine on it’s own, thank you very much.
“The Rooster” : I wish “The Rooster” continued success and mucho laughter in 2008. My Spanish is pretty weak these day’s but I will work on it, I promise.
Soy solamente feliz cuando mi hermano es feliz !
Cuando usted es feliz, soy feliz !
Surflexus : I wish for more good friends for Surf. I know, I know, he has hundreds already! But he has them because he is a good friend. Good friends can always use more. It just makes the world a better place.
The TuckFards : I wish them all the very best Christmas possible. I also wish that they’ll see a huge increase in attendance at their Monday night games on FullTilt. So spread the word if you know someone with $3.50 and some time on their hands at 7:00pm EST on Monday’s.
Waffles : Wow there’s a lot of work to be done here ! (kidding) I wish Waffles all the best that the holidays have to offer. I also wish him continued good health and happiness in 2008.
The Wife : I wish for the time to pass swiftly, until the safe return of her man. I wish that she slows down just enough, to realize the importance of doing some of the things on “the list” before time makes some of them, impossible.
To everyone else that's helped me become part of my wonderful
Kuh-myoo-ni-tee, I say thanks and all my best wishes, for a very Merry Christmas to you and yours.
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
I truly hope each one, somehow manages to come true.
Al : I wish him all the best 08 has to offer. Including; reduced SoCo pricing, a win in The Mookie and Riverchasers (back-2-back of course) and a better looking afternoon shift where ever he happens to be at the time.
Astin : I wish that he manages to carry the success he has seen through the end of 07, well into 08 and beyond.
BadBlood : I wish for a new, (and even better, local!) thrash metal band to be discovered, for us to rock to.
Mr. Bankwell : I wish for Banky to get the Season win he wants so badly.
Bloody P : I wish B.P. nothing but the best in 2008. I wish him big pots and a happy heart.
Dr. Chako : I wish for his time to safely fly by until his return home. Then I wish for it to slow to a crawl during his first family hug.
Drizz : I wish for his Vikings to stick with Tarvaris Jackson. If they let him develop into the player he looks like he might be, he could become one of the best.
Falstaff : I wish Falstaff all the happiness and joy in the world. He deserves it. I also hope that he’ll continue on with his healthy ways. Healthy people just look happier.
Fuel_55 : I wish him dozen’s and dozen’s of great “Presto” stories going forward into 08.
I love them.
G_Cox : I wish you and your lovely wife nothing but health and happiness in 08 Gary. Now that I know you're a man-hugger, there's a huge one coming next meeting bud!
G-Rob : I wish for the return of the G-Vegas scene as it should be. Safe and legal games, where adults are allowed to think for themselves and spend their time and money on the entertainment of their choosing. A scene where local crime fighters will start to consider a Rapist or Pedophile, a far worse threat to society than any family man poker player. (with bad knees no less !)
Instant Tragedy : I wish for something to change that will let him come to our next get together. After Dec. 7-10, it just seems wrong that he might not make the next one. I also wish him lot's of laughter in the coming year.
Iron Girl : I wish this lovely young lady all the best in the new year. Oh… and I also wish for a “Peppers” concert in the Syracuse/Rochester area, so we can go together. ‘Cause that would be ½ way from home for both of us. Heeeeyy-O.
Kat : I wish Kat a stress-less and much more carefree and relaxing 08. And slightly on the selfish side, I wish that she gets the chance soon… to grab my butt. *grin
Maudie : I wish Maudie good health and only the best Karma going into the new year. Maybe some will trickle down my way too. Sometimes, Karma does that.
Mookie : I wish mookie the 100+ players he deserves for every Wednesday night in 08.
Otis : I wish the ringing would just go away and… I wish him the wisdom to continue on learning from the little drummer boy..
Pauly : I wish Pauly the best in 08. Hopefully, we’ll all gain the benefit of that. Since a happy Pauly seems to = a writing Pauly, “The Book” can’t be far off. I also wish Pauly the exact same luck, on our next Vegas adventure. (for both of us of course!) ;o)
PokerTart : I wish that no matter what, P/T will find some way to get herself and Banky out to Vegas with us next year. You were missed incredibly. :o(
RecessRampage : I wish him the best of luck in 08. Despite the fact that it seems his skill is doing just fine on it’s own, thank you very much.
“The Rooster” : I wish “The Rooster” continued success and mucho laughter in 2008. My Spanish is pretty weak these day’s but I will work on it, I promise.
Soy solamente feliz cuando mi hermano es feliz !
Cuando usted es feliz, soy feliz !
Surflexus : I wish for more good friends for Surf. I know, I know, he has hundreds already! But he has them because he is a good friend. Good friends can always use more. It just makes the world a better place.
The TuckFards : I wish them all the very best Christmas possible. I also wish that they’ll see a huge increase in attendance at their Monday night games on FullTilt. So spread the word if you know someone with $3.50 and some time on their hands at 7:00pm EST on Monday’s.
Waffles : Wow there’s a lot of work to be done here ! (kidding) I wish Waffles all the best that the holidays have to offer. I also wish him continued good health and happiness in 2008.
The Wife : I wish for the time to pass swiftly, until the safe return of her man. I wish that she slows down just enough, to realize the importance of doing some of the things on “the list” before time makes some of them, impossible.
To everyone else that's helped me become part of my wonderful
Kuh-myoo-ni-tee, I say thanks and all my best wishes, for a very Merry Christmas to you and yours.
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
12/19/2007
What happens when comments go too long, Part II ....
I started a comment to a post, about a post and I got
"comment-itis," it ran way too long IMHO. Soooooooooooo,
Here's a thread post for you !
#1) You need to read here.
Then come back ...
#2) Now you need to read here.
Once you've done that, come back here for the rest..........
............................................................
............................................................
I think it's safe to say that Blinders has an excellent point. Having said that, it's an excellent point if you're playing with this juice as a longterm objective. That is not what this event is all about.
To pay what we paid for the event that we had, (thanks to you again Falstaff) I'd do it 4 times a year if I could.
Compared to our weekly games where we can't see, man-hug or be seen with "the Kilt" like we can twice a year in Vegas, I can't think of a better price to pay. I can pay $11 to sit down with Al, Waffles, BadBlood, Otis, Pauly, Fuel, The Rooster or Alan, and Girly-Chat my butt off and have fun. I can also pay $135 and actually sit with them at the table, the bar or the Let-it-ride / Pai Gow tables at any given time over the weekend.
Here's my simple-minded analogy.....
I can go to Maui once a year if I want, (and I'd love that 'cause it rocks) or I can hit Cuba for a week, then head off to the Dominican for another, and follow those up with a New Year's Eve in Mexico somewhere, all for the same price as my Maui trip.
Point is... I love the Blogger event and would pay the same to do it again no matter what. Let's face it, I can see(?) you all weekly at a much lower price. But to be able to sit with you for a few hours and enjoy your company to play the game, I think the price was just right.
If this pisses someone off... come and let me know. I'll do my best to inform you correctly. Remember what this event is supposed to be all about. If you're in it for a profit, sit at the tables in the 2/4 range and play ultra-tight. If you're in it for the spirit as intended, pay the juice, enjoy the company and hope for damn good cards that'll hang on all the way to the river. We all honestly know that damn good poker might not quite be enough. This is a one time event that can take it's toll on "good" poker. But we also know that the player that took us out, is someone we've wanted to meet for a year, or sometimes even longer. The price of admission, as it were.
I know you say you don't take it personally Falstaff, I just want you to know that you did a great job. No one can take that away from you. I'll damn well stand at your side if they try, and I know I won't be alone.
Take Maui and have a blast = Meet good friends and have a good time.
Take three trips a year = sit down at Binions, Hooters or the IP and realize that you're settling for lesser events than the original intention.
If I'm meeting my "Invisible's" again for 2 weekends every year............
Two tickets to Maui please. Peb's and I are in for sure !
My sincerest thanks for dropping by ....
"comment-itis," it ran way too long IMHO. Soooooooooooo,
Here's a thread post for you !
#1) You need to read here.
Then come back ...
#2) Now you need to read here.
Once you've done that, come back here for the rest..........
............................................................
............................................................
I think it's safe to say that Blinders has an excellent point. Having said that, it's an excellent point if you're playing with this juice as a longterm objective. That is not what this event is all about.
To pay what we paid for the event that we had, (thanks to you again Falstaff) I'd do it 4 times a year if I could.
Compared to our weekly games where we can't see, man-hug or be seen with "the Kilt" like we can twice a year in Vegas, I can't think of a better price to pay. I can pay $11 to sit down with Al, Waffles, BadBlood, Otis, Pauly, Fuel, The Rooster or Alan, and Girly-Chat my butt off and have fun. I can also pay $135 and actually sit with them at the table, the bar or the Let-it-ride / Pai Gow tables at any given time over the weekend.
Here's my simple-minded analogy.....
I can go to Maui once a year if I want, (and I'd love that 'cause it rocks) or I can hit Cuba for a week, then head off to the Dominican for another, and follow those up with a New Year's Eve in Mexico somewhere, all for the same price as my Maui trip.
Point is... I love the Blogger event and would pay the same to do it again no matter what. Let's face it, I can see(?) you all weekly at a much lower price. But to be able to sit with you for a few hours and enjoy your company to play the game, I think the price was just right.
If this pisses someone off... come and let me know. I'll do my best to inform you correctly. Remember what this event is supposed to be all about. If you're in it for a profit, sit at the tables in the 2/4 range and play ultra-tight. If you're in it for the spirit as intended, pay the juice, enjoy the company and hope for damn good cards that'll hang on all the way to the river. We all honestly know that damn good poker might not quite be enough. This is a one time event that can take it's toll on "good" poker. But we also know that the player that took us out, is someone we've wanted to meet for a year, or sometimes even longer. The price of admission, as it were.
I know you say you don't take it personally Falstaff, I just want you to know that you did a great job. No one can take that away from you. I'll damn well stand at your side if they try, and I know I won't be alone.
Take Maui and have a blast = Meet good friends and have a good time.
Take three trips a year = sit down at Binions, Hooters or the IP and realize that you're settling for lesser events than the original intention.
If I'm meeting my "Invisible's" again for 2 weekends every year............
Two tickets to Maui please. Peb's and I are in for sure !
My sincerest thanks for dropping by ....
12/18/2007
Merry "Blog-mas" everyone ....
Pebbles wanted me to shake things up just a touch, as she asked me to put some slightly more befitting lyrics to some of the holiday classics. But before you go any further, I highly recommend that you go
HERE
to get the background music for the following. That way, it’ll be much more enjoyable for everyone involved. Just click on the title, (highlighted beside) that goes with the lyrics involved and enjoy. Hopefully, you’ll get as big a kick out of “Blog-mas” as I did in writing this schtuff.
Merry Christmas every one, and to all a good night !
===================
Little Blogger Boy........... (Little Drummer boy)
===================
Come they called me, pa rum pum pum pum
A new born blogger to see, pa rum pum pum pum
Our finest hands we’ll bring, pa rum pum pum pum
We’ll make you lay down Kings, pa rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,
Don’t make a fool of you, pa rum pum pum pum,
but here we come.
Little Bam-Bam, pa rum pum pum pum
You’ll not leave a poor boy too, pa rum pum pum pum
You have some skills to bring, pa rum pum pum pum
Their fit to play the Kings, pa rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,
Shall we pay you too, pa rum pum pum pum,
Comps are for you!
The Pit-Boss nodded, pa rum pum pum pum
Pauly and Rooster came by, pa rum pum pum pum
I played my best for them, pa rum pum pum pum
I played my cards so blind, pa rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,
Then he smiled at me, pa rum pum pum pum
our trips were free.
================
Waffles the Red-Nosed blogger .......... (uh... you get it right?)
================
There was Maudie and Sir Al and Falstaff and Astin, Iggy and G_Cox and Carmen and Kat’s in, but do you recall, the most infamous Blogger of all?
Waffles, the red-nosed blogger
always had a very crappy hand.
And if he ever bet it,
you would even call 10 grand.
All of the other bloggers
used to be called names by him.
They never let poor Waffles,
even win a game of Gin.
Then one foggy Vegas Eve
Santa came to say:
"Waffles with your nose so bright,
you’re going to win this game tonight!"
Waffles, the red-nosed blogger
always had a very crappy hand.
And if he ever bet it,
you would even call 10 grand.
Then one foggy Vegas Eve
Santa came to say:
"Waffles with your nose so bright,
you’re going to win this game tonight!"
Then all the bloggers loved him, as they shouted out with “The Tao,”
Waffles the red-nosed blogger,
you just hit it large,
you just hit it large,
in the game they call Pai-Gow!
===============
Otis the blogman ........... (yeah.... this one too right?)
===============
Otis the blogman, had a jolly like appeal. With a chip stack large and a button raise, And some plans to make a steal.
Otis the blogman is a G-Vegas tale, they say. He was made of stone but Ole’ BadBlood knows, how he came to life one day.
There must have been some magic in that Pai-Gow hand he found.
For when they placed it in his hands, He began to dance around.
Ooooo, Otis the blogman Was alive as he could be,
And the bloggers say he could laugh And play, a bit better than you and me.
Otis the blogman knew the games were hot that day,
So he said, "Let’s run and we'll have some fun now before we walk away."
Down to the buffet, With a bankroll in his hand,
Running here and there all Around the square saying, Catch me if you can.
He led us down to the craps table, Right to the place so fine.
And he only paused a moment when He began to holler "line!"
For Otis the blogman, Had to hurry on his way,
But he waved goodbye saying, "Don't you cry, We’ll all win again some day."
Thumpetty thump thump, Thumpety thump thump,
Look at Otis go.
Thumpetty thump thump, Thumpety thump thump,
With his pockets full of dough.
=================
Away in Las Vegas ..... (away in a manger)
=================
Away in Las Vegas, no need for a bed,
The Wife had just laid down her sweet, pretty head.
The neon and bright sky looked down where she lay,
The rest of us bloggers awake for the day.
Now Tragedy glowing, from something he drank,
And we all soon realized, that he’s with Buddy Dank.
But this shall pass soon, at least that’s what we’d thunk.
And then we’d all realize, that it’s us that got drunk.
Be near me Lord Jesus, I ask thee to stay.
I promise not to gamble, but Rockets I pray.
Bless all the dear bloggers, In thy tender care.
And make them all gamble, when they hold small pairs.
Coming soon, my Christmas wishlist !
My sincerest thanks for dropping by ....
HERE
to get the background music for the following. That way, it’ll be much more enjoyable for everyone involved. Just click on the title, (highlighted beside) that goes with the lyrics involved and enjoy. Hopefully, you’ll get as big a kick out of “Blog-mas” as I did in writing this schtuff.
Merry Christmas every one, and to all a good night !
===================
Little Blogger Boy........... (Little Drummer boy)
===================
Come they called me, pa rum pum pum pum
A new born blogger to see, pa rum pum pum pum
Our finest hands we’ll bring, pa rum pum pum pum
We’ll make you lay down Kings, pa rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,
Don’t make a fool of you, pa rum pum pum pum,
but here we come.
Little Bam-Bam, pa rum pum pum pum
You’ll not leave a poor boy too, pa rum pum pum pum
You have some skills to bring, pa rum pum pum pum
Their fit to play the Kings, pa rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,
Shall we pay you too, pa rum pum pum pum,
Comps are for you!
The Pit-Boss nodded, pa rum pum pum pum
Pauly and Rooster came by, pa rum pum pum pum
I played my best for them, pa rum pum pum pum
I played my cards so blind, pa rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,
Then he smiled at me, pa rum pum pum pum
our trips were free.
================
Waffles the Red-Nosed blogger .......... (uh... you get it right?)
================
There was Maudie and Sir Al and Falstaff and Astin, Iggy and G_Cox and Carmen and Kat’s in, but do you recall, the most infamous Blogger of all?
Waffles, the red-nosed blogger
always had a very crappy hand.
And if he ever bet it,
you would even call 10 grand.
All of the other bloggers
used to be called names by him.
They never let poor Waffles,
even win a game of Gin.
Then one foggy Vegas Eve
Santa came to say:
"Waffles with your nose so bright,
you’re going to win this game tonight!"
Waffles, the red-nosed blogger
always had a very crappy hand.
And if he ever bet it,
you would even call 10 grand.
Then one foggy Vegas Eve
Santa came to say:
"Waffles with your nose so bright,
you’re going to win this game tonight!"
Then all the bloggers loved him, as they shouted out with “The Tao,”
Waffles the red-nosed blogger,
you just hit it large,
you just hit it large,
in the game they call Pai-Gow!
===============
Otis the blogman ........... (yeah.... this one too right?)
===============
Otis the blogman, had a jolly like appeal. With a chip stack large and a button raise, And some plans to make a steal.
Otis the blogman is a G-Vegas tale, they say. He was made of stone but Ole’ BadBlood knows, how he came to life one day.
There must have been some magic in that Pai-Gow hand he found.
For when they placed it in his hands, He began to dance around.
Ooooo, Otis the blogman Was alive as he could be,
And the bloggers say he could laugh And play, a bit better than you and me.
Otis the blogman knew the games were hot that day,
So he said, "Let’s run and we'll have some fun now before we walk away."
Down to the buffet, With a bankroll in his hand,
Running here and there all Around the square saying, Catch me if you can.
He led us down to the craps table, Right to the place so fine.
And he only paused a moment when He began to holler "line!"
For Otis the blogman, Had to hurry on his way,
But he waved goodbye saying, "Don't you cry, We’ll all win again some day."
Thumpetty thump thump, Thumpety thump thump,
Look at Otis go.
Thumpetty thump thump, Thumpety thump thump,
With his pockets full of dough.
=================
Away in Las Vegas ..... (away in a manger)
=================
Away in Las Vegas, no need for a bed,
The Wife had just laid down her sweet, pretty head.
The neon and bright sky looked down where she lay,
The rest of us bloggers awake for the day.
Now Tragedy glowing, from something he drank,
And we all soon realized, that he’s with Buddy Dank.
But this shall pass soon, at least that’s what we’d thunk.
And then we’d all realize, that it’s us that got drunk.
Be near me Lord Jesus, I ask thee to stay.
I promise not to gamble, but Rockets I pray.
Bless all the dear bloggers, In thy tender care.
And make them all gamble, when they hold small pairs.
Coming soon, my Christmas wishlist !
My sincerest thanks for dropping by ....
12/17/2007
The Goose, The Gambler and the shaking man's throat..
There's a poker story in here that needs to be set up just a touch, before it can start. So here's a little history that leads up to what I want to say.
Pebbles and I were fairly avid supporters of our local bar poker scene here in Bedrock. With help form my pal DonK, we could always find the best place, with the best people and typically, the better players in town to play with. DonK always kept up to date with the local scene. If we'd grown tired or board with our current game, location or just the play in general, DonK was always there to let us know about where he'd sniffed out some "real" play going on.
Just for the memories of all the local's that read here, don't you really miss the old "Red Hot" game? I know we do.
We slowly migrated from location to location and from game to game, strictly because of how the play would develop after just a few months at the same location. What always seemed to happen was, the players we were trying to avoid in the first place by moving, would eventually catch up to us. The vast majority of these players, are "ass-hats" that we had no issues with decimating at the tables. But then we would have to listen to their "T.V." analysis about how stupid we were and how "we know nothing about poker and just get lucky." (despite it being the 19th. straight game one of us had taken out this same player in 5 orbits or less) This my friends, this gets old incredibly fast. Another important factor is, if you always play with the fishies, you'll always be a fishy yourself at the next level. We wanted to grow our game and be as competitive as we could at all times. The "Downtown game" lead us to a desire to leave poker in Bedrock for good. The core group of us, (although we weren't actually a group then, more like the early migration folks at the time) were all dilligent poker players who had knowledge and a love to study the game. This constantly lead to us tossing out words like "The Hammer!" or "TuckFard Nutz!" or the occasional confession of playing "Dolly" or "The Brunson" as it's better known. We were doing this in jest because the vast majority of the players we were up against at the time, didn't have a clue what they were doing. We could see a cheap flop every hand, no matter what we held. If you hit "The Hammer" hard on the flop, you could make chips like they were going out of style, because one of the players at the table, was holding "big slick" and loved their hand. What happened though, was these students of the game that we were playing against didn't learn poker. OH-NO ! The learned to play "The Hammer" because they'd seen it win huge.
One day DonK sends me an E-Mail telling me about a home game with really good players starting up. He wanted to know if Peb's and I would be interested? I told him that, "if I can find a regular game that has good play and ends up in good friends, we're in whatever the buy-in is." We showed up in the basement of a house of a couple we didn't yet know, and they made us feel at home. To make matters worse, the host was not un-familiar to me. It was funny because, I could tell he did not recognize me at all. Someday, I'll tell you all about my second place finish in the big "Red Hot" game a few years back. I know exactly when the host remembered who I was, as I could see the light switch turn on the moment he realized where we'd met before. The host's are Carson and Suzy_Q. They hold the games at "Carsino Royale" and have a great set up to do so. We left the bar games, downtown games and most other assorted poker in town for good. This is how Pebbles and Bam-Bam became TuckFards. We are now and always shall be, proud to call ourselves Tuck's. When we were asked about joining a team format poker challenge to represent the Tuckfards, we jumped at the chance.
And that leads us up to The goose, the gambler and the shaking man's throat ..
=========================
Pebbles and I were playing for "Team TuckFard" yesterday in a N.L.H.E. table elimination event. 9 players at a table play down to the winner, and you get points for your team based on where you finish the game. (There's a good re-cap by Carson on everyone else's results HERE ) Our team is kicking some butt as I expected. There are some solid players in the Tuck's core group. We all got to know a little bit about each other in the local 200 plus player, local bar scene tourney's. It seemed like 7 or 8 of us, always made up the final table. Put any 5 of us on a team and we'll take our chances with most. Add to that, the fact that we have another 13 - 15 we put in as subs at any given time, with almost no loss in ability, it makes us a formidable team going in.
Anywho.... at my table, I ended up in the #4 spot of only 8 players. The dealer was a known "Downtown Donkey." He was gone in 3 orbits. The 2 spot was an unknown to me but, he showed solid play with some skill for about an hour, before getting crushed by the nut flush while he was holding the 2nd. nut flush. The 3 spot was still in the game and had won a huge race when his 7-7 improved against K-K, once all the money got into the center of the table. The 5 spot was unfortunately holding, the K-K. The 6 spot was still in and had shown nothing but great poker reads and instinct. The 7 spot simply put, was the worst poker player I have ever seen. He didn't last too long but way longer than he should have. He doubled up once miss-reading his cards. He thought he had a flush because, and I quote, "they're all red right?" His two pair was just a little bit better than the other players at the time. That leaves us the 8 spot. After losing the last hand with the great play in the 7 spot, it took exactly two hands for him to exact his revenge. We were now down to four players at the table. We all maintained our position relative to one another, but we gathered around one end of the table for ease of play.
The three spot was "the shaking man's throat." He was directly to my right and had a quiver of some kind when he was excited and nervous. Not the good cards excited, the "I hope I get away with this" kind of excited. it was good to have him on my right. He became my ATM of sorts, because he liked to make moves into pots. I see what I want to see and, I would go over the top. He'd innevitably fold, and then get more and more frustrated at, "not being able to beat (you)me" over and over again. He managed to hang around courtesy of the nice folks in spots 6 an 2. Every time I'd crippled him, they'd go after him with crap and lose. He was doubled and tripled up, several times. The 8 spot became 'the Goose." If you put him to the test, his lips had a quiver, reminiscent of how a goose or duck works it's beak, to get that long lake grass down it's gullet. If confident and poised, his entire body remained motionless and still. Our player in the 6 spot was "the gambler." He loved to see flops, loved to bet them hard if his hand was marginal, and he really loved to talk about poker and it's going's on in the world. He definately knew how to hold 'em, not when to fold'em. I made him walk away, when the dealing was done. We we're at three.
I'd made a huge read mistake early. Big enough that it cost me just under 1/2 of my starting stack. I was fortunate enough to put my pride aside and let the hand go, once I realized I was beat. Going into three handed, I was a massive short stack and in some difficulty. We had been told to go on break. I met up with the others and told Carson and Nutzy that, "I need to be an animal now. I hope you guy's will be OK with me ending up 3rd." As always, they understood and told me to do whatever I had to. If I move up, great! If not, Great! That made me feel a little better and motivated the heck out of me. Now, (although I told them way earlier, I had to play for 3rd. spot based on my chips stack) I really wanted at least 2nd. to please them and be a good team player. So it became myself, the goose and shakey, in that order.
There was something going on with the goose. He had shifted gears in a huge way and was raising every single pot pre-flop. Either shakey or myself, would almost always be in a hand with him despite his raises. He once raised my BB by 6x and then started his little, "get the grass down" lip thing-a-ma-bob. I looked down at the Hilton's and pushed all-in. As expected, he folded. Then shakey made a raise of 6x the goose' BB. I see K-K and go over the top again. They both folded. Nothing eventful happened after that, for some time. It became a blind crop circle of sorts, as the blinds were never really put into anyone's stack. The BB stack just moved from player to player. I could tell it was going to have to come down to a "big hand" vs "big hand" situation, in order to get to second. That made my decision easy. I would steal and steal and steal, until I got caught. If I had air when I did get caught, I could just walk away and the chips I'd made earlier would pay for this one mis-step. So off I went. I decided on changing my raise pattern between 2x and
5x the BB's. (I was hoping I'd only get caught at the 2x raises !) With this strategy, I became the second high chip stack. It was then carson had come over, (after winning his game might I add!) and i wanted to ask his opinion on something. I leaned over towards him and said, "somebody's losing his patience!" He meandered around a little and then we met eye to eye again. His look told me one thing, "good read." I shifted gears again. I'll sit back and wait for "it" to happen. Carson actually ended up sitting down to deal for our table. We were the last one left and it was getting late. Having a dealer would allow us not only more play, but more hands at each blind level.
The goose was definately losing it. Every push he made, one of us had an answer for. Then the "it" happened. Shakey folded and I decided to limp into goose' BB, while holding 8c-Jc. Goose just knocked the table and we saw a flop of Jd-2d-Js. I checked and watched the goose intently. A little quiver while the goose thought and thought and thought. Then finally, he announced all in. My instant call and the look on his face, said it all. I was ahead. He had hit the duece and neither the turn or river had anything for him. I'd taken out my second player and more importantly, I made second place points for the team, even with my short stack.
Head's up went on and on. I could gain a little ground on shakey, but never enough to take the chip lead. We actually played pretty good poker. A few cleaverly disguised hands by both of us and the chips did exchange hands a little bit here and there. Then came my A-3 of hearts. I got a free ride in my BB and wanted to see where it got me. The flop came 3c-As-Jc. Shakey put out a bet of 100,000 into a pot that now held 75,000 with the blinds being at 25,000/50,000. My mistake here was, I slow played. I just called based on my read that he had air. The 8c came on the turn and I noticed the neck thing as shakey put out another 100,000. In my mind, I knew I had him. I called again instead of firing. Mistake #2. The river was the Qc and our boy shakey fired out another 100,000 bet. I needed to think and talk out the hand, with him listening. I decided to start with the straight. I told him that it would be brutal if I just let him hit his 9-10. He flinched. I moved to the flush and said something like, "If I were you, I sure wouldn't want the baby end of that club flush." He started to quiver hard. I then said, "wouldn't it be sick to have the 9-10 of clubs? That would be just sick improving that much after chasing a straight." He went dead still and stared at the board. I thought I had him right there. "I raise" I said. I'm all in." It took him almost 4 minutes to make the decision to call. He had the baby flush but said he, "couldn't lay it down, even though he thought he was beat." Good call by shakey, and mistake #3 by Bam-Bam.
I know the kids are happy that I got second place points, but that game should have been mine. If I had only played my game at the end, instead of playing games like I did.
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
Pebbles and I were fairly avid supporters of our local bar poker scene here in Bedrock. With help form my pal DonK, we could always find the best place, with the best people and typically, the better players in town to play with. DonK always kept up to date with the local scene. If we'd grown tired or board with our current game, location or just the play in general, DonK was always there to let us know about where he'd sniffed out some "real" play going on.
Just for the memories of all the local's that read here, don't you really miss the old "Red Hot" game? I know we do.
We slowly migrated from location to location and from game to game, strictly because of how the play would develop after just a few months at the same location. What always seemed to happen was, the players we were trying to avoid in the first place by moving, would eventually catch up to us. The vast majority of these players, are "ass-hats" that we had no issues with decimating at the tables. But then we would have to listen to their "T.V." analysis about how stupid we were and how "we know nothing about poker and just get lucky." (despite it being the 19th. straight game one of us had taken out this same player in 5 orbits or less) This my friends, this gets old incredibly fast. Another important factor is, if you always play with the fishies, you'll always be a fishy yourself at the next level. We wanted to grow our game and be as competitive as we could at all times. The "Downtown game" lead us to a desire to leave poker in Bedrock for good. The core group of us, (although we weren't actually a group then, more like the early migration folks at the time) were all dilligent poker players who had knowledge and a love to study the game. This constantly lead to us tossing out words like "The Hammer!" or "TuckFard Nutz!" or the occasional confession of playing "Dolly" or "The Brunson" as it's better known. We were doing this in jest because the vast majority of the players we were up against at the time, didn't have a clue what they were doing. We could see a cheap flop every hand, no matter what we held. If you hit "The Hammer" hard on the flop, you could make chips like they were going out of style, because one of the players at the table, was holding "big slick" and loved their hand. What happened though, was these students of the game that we were playing against didn't learn poker. OH-NO ! The learned to play "The Hammer" because they'd seen it win huge.
One day DonK sends me an E-Mail telling me about a home game with really good players starting up. He wanted to know if Peb's and I would be interested? I told him that, "if I can find a regular game that has good play and ends up in good friends, we're in whatever the buy-in is." We showed up in the basement of a house of a couple we didn't yet know, and they made us feel at home. To make matters worse, the host was not un-familiar to me. It was funny because, I could tell he did not recognize me at all. Someday, I'll tell you all about my second place finish in the big "Red Hot" game a few years back. I know exactly when the host remembered who I was, as I could see the light switch turn on the moment he realized where we'd met before. The host's are Carson and Suzy_Q. They hold the games at "Carsino Royale" and have a great set up to do so. We left the bar games, downtown games and most other assorted poker in town for good. This is how Pebbles and Bam-Bam became TuckFards. We are now and always shall be, proud to call ourselves Tuck's. When we were asked about joining a team format poker challenge to represent the Tuckfards, we jumped at the chance.
And that leads us up to The goose, the gambler and the shaking man's throat ..
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Pebbles and I were playing for "Team TuckFard" yesterday in a N.L.H.E. table elimination event. 9 players at a table play down to the winner, and you get points for your team based on where you finish the game. (There's a good re-cap by Carson on everyone else's results HERE ) Our team is kicking some butt as I expected. There are some solid players in the Tuck's core group. We all got to know a little bit about each other in the local 200 plus player, local bar scene tourney's. It seemed like 7 or 8 of us, always made up the final table. Put any 5 of us on a team and we'll take our chances with most. Add to that, the fact that we have another 13 - 15 we put in as subs at any given time, with almost no loss in ability, it makes us a formidable team going in.
Anywho.... at my table, I ended up in the #4 spot of only 8 players. The dealer was a known "Downtown Donkey." He was gone in 3 orbits. The 2 spot was an unknown to me but, he showed solid play with some skill for about an hour, before getting crushed by the nut flush while he was holding the 2nd. nut flush. The 3 spot was still in the game and had won a huge race when his 7-7 improved against K-K, once all the money got into the center of the table. The 5 spot was unfortunately holding, the K-K. The 6 spot was still in and had shown nothing but great poker reads and instinct. The 7 spot simply put, was the worst poker player I have ever seen. He didn't last too long but way longer than he should have. He doubled up once miss-reading his cards. He thought he had a flush because, and I quote, "they're all red right?" His two pair was just a little bit better than the other players at the time. That leaves us the 8 spot. After losing the last hand with the great play in the 7 spot, it took exactly two hands for him to exact his revenge. We were now down to four players at the table. We all maintained our position relative to one another, but we gathered around one end of the table for ease of play.
The three spot was "the shaking man's throat." He was directly to my right and had a quiver of some kind when he was excited and nervous. Not the good cards excited, the "I hope I get away with this" kind of excited. it was good to have him on my right. He became my ATM of sorts, because he liked to make moves into pots. I see what I want to see and, I would go over the top. He'd innevitably fold, and then get more and more frustrated at, "not being able to beat (you)me" over and over again. He managed to hang around courtesy of the nice folks in spots 6 an 2. Every time I'd crippled him, they'd go after him with crap and lose. He was doubled and tripled up, several times. The 8 spot became 'the Goose." If you put him to the test, his lips had a quiver, reminiscent of how a goose or duck works it's beak, to get that long lake grass down it's gullet. If confident and poised, his entire body remained motionless and still. Our player in the 6 spot was "the gambler." He loved to see flops, loved to bet them hard if his hand was marginal, and he really loved to talk about poker and it's going's on in the world. He definately knew how to hold 'em, not when to fold'em. I made him walk away, when the dealing was done. We we're at three.
I'd made a huge read mistake early. Big enough that it cost me just under 1/2 of my starting stack. I was fortunate enough to put my pride aside and let the hand go, once I realized I was beat. Going into three handed, I was a massive short stack and in some difficulty. We had been told to go on break. I met up with the others and told Carson and Nutzy that, "I need to be an animal now. I hope you guy's will be OK with me ending up 3rd." As always, they understood and told me to do whatever I had to. If I move up, great! If not, Great! That made me feel a little better and motivated the heck out of me. Now, (although I told them way earlier, I had to play for 3rd. spot based on my chips stack) I really wanted at least 2nd. to please them and be a good team player. So it became myself, the goose and shakey, in that order.
There was something going on with the goose. He had shifted gears in a huge way and was raising every single pot pre-flop. Either shakey or myself, would almost always be in a hand with him despite his raises. He once raised my BB by 6x and then started his little, "get the grass down" lip thing-a-ma-bob. I looked down at the Hilton's and pushed all-in. As expected, he folded. Then shakey made a raise of 6x the goose' BB. I see K-K and go over the top again. They both folded. Nothing eventful happened after that, for some time. It became a blind crop circle of sorts, as the blinds were never really put into anyone's stack. The BB stack just moved from player to player. I could tell it was going to have to come down to a "big hand" vs "big hand" situation, in order to get to second. That made my decision easy. I would steal and steal and steal, until I got caught. If I had air when I did get caught, I could just walk away and the chips I'd made earlier would pay for this one mis-step. So off I went. I decided on changing my raise pattern between 2x and
5x the BB's. (I was hoping I'd only get caught at the 2x raises !) With this strategy, I became the second high chip stack. It was then carson had come over, (after winning his game might I add!) and i wanted to ask his opinion on something. I leaned over towards him and said, "somebody's losing his patience!" He meandered around a little and then we met eye to eye again. His look told me one thing, "good read." I shifted gears again. I'll sit back and wait for "it" to happen. Carson actually ended up sitting down to deal for our table. We were the last one left and it was getting late. Having a dealer would allow us not only more play, but more hands at each blind level.
The goose was definately losing it. Every push he made, one of us had an answer for. Then the "it" happened. Shakey folded and I decided to limp into goose' BB, while holding 8c-Jc. Goose just knocked the table and we saw a flop of Jd-2d-Js. I checked and watched the goose intently. A little quiver while the goose thought and thought and thought. Then finally, he announced all in. My instant call and the look on his face, said it all. I was ahead. He had hit the duece and neither the turn or river had anything for him. I'd taken out my second player and more importantly, I made second place points for the team, even with my short stack.
Head's up went on and on. I could gain a little ground on shakey, but never enough to take the chip lead. We actually played pretty good poker. A few cleaverly disguised hands by both of us and the chips did exchange hands a little bit here and there. Then came my A-3 of hearts. I got a free ride in my BB and wanted to see where it got me. The flop came 3c-As-Jc. Shakey put out a bet of 100,000 into a pot that now held 75,000 with the blinds being at 25,000/50,000. My mistake here was, I slow played. I just called based on my read that he had air. The 8c came on the turn and I noticed the neck thing as shakey put out another 100,000. In my mind, I knew I had him. I called again instead of firing. Mistake #2. The river was the Qc and our boy shakey fired out another 100,000 bet. I needed to think and talk out the hand, with him listening. I decided to start with the straight. I told him that it would be brutal if I just let him hit his 9-10. He flinched. I moved to the flush and said something like, "If I were you, I sure wouldn't want the baby end of that club flush." He started to quiver hard. I then said, "wouldn't it be sick to have the 9-10 of clubs? That would be just sick improving that much after chasing a straight." He went dead still and stared at the board. I thought I had him right there. "I raise" I said. I'm all in." It took him almost 4 minutes to make the decision to call. He had the baby flush but said he, "couldn't lay it down, even though he thought he was beat." Good call by shakey, and mistake #3 by Bam-Bam.
I know the kids are happy that I got second place points, but that game should have been mine. If I had only played my game at the end, instead of playing games like I did.
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
12/14/2007
I thought I'd put together some random hand information from the WBPT last weekend. All I've posted about so far is fun, fun, fun. Let's get a little serious here.
Everytime I held these top two pair, I was a winner !
As you can see, I even found an Ace !
This was one of the most brilliantly concealed hands of the weekend. Pocket aces cleaverly disguised as Ducks. Sneaky ! Very sneaky !
All during the break, the conversation turned into a very aggressive debate that almost got violent. The debate was one near and dear to every Blogger's heart.
Do Blogger's really actually "marry up?" This debate raged on and on and on for what must have been hours. Finally, one piece of in-disputable evidence was presented for all to consider.
Behold............
With the presentation of this startling new evidence, it was time to go back and play more poker. The debate was clearly over and the answer is a unanymous YES !
Everyone gathered around to see the 4 of a kind. It was really quite a salute !
Although I didn't win the event as planned, it was great to see a couple of trophies put together for our real Guitar Hero.
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
(and special thanks to those taking pictures, who know who they are, that I begged, borrowed or stole them from....)
Everytime I held these top two pair, I was a winner !
As you can see, I even found an Ace !
This was one of the most brilliantly concealed hands of the weekend. Pocket aces cleaverly disguised as Ducks. Sneaky ! Very sneaky !
All during the break, the conversation turned into a very aggressive debate that almost got violent. The debate was one near and dear to every Blogger's heart.
Do Blogger's really actually "marry up?" This debate raged on and on and on for what must have been hours. Finally, one piece of in-disputable evidence was presented for all to consider.
Behold............
With the presentation of this startling new evidence, it was time to go back and play more poker. The debate was clearly over and the answer is a unanymous YES !
Everyone gathered around to see the 4 of a kind. It was really quite a salute !
Although I didn't win the event as planned, it was great to see a couple of trophies put together for our real Guitar Hero.
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
(and special thanks to those taking pictures, who know who they are, that I begged, borrowed or stole them from....)
12/13/2007
The Master, The Kilt and the Tao of Luck....
The Master ….
Immediately after I busted out of “The Event,” I made my rounds to say good luck to those I either knew already, or had just met and were still playing. It was just a quick and casual good luck, as most of them were seriously involved in the game itself, and rightfully so. I didn’t feel like watching and I didn’t want to be a distraction either. I headed to “our spot” over at the sports book bar. Most of the off-time from the tourney, you could find a gathering of a special group of friends who just made “our spot” happen in a flow of humanity, booze, laughter, handshakes and hugs. For me in Vegas on December 8, 2007, this was the local pub and these were my friends. They consisted mainly of, (but certainly not limited to) Myself, Waffles, Al and GCox. A great core group that only got better and better as others wandered in and out of our little realm.
I was the new kid in town and despite my typically out-going manner, I was a little more subdued than usual to start. Al had his corner spot at the bar and was placing a drink order. This was at least the 5th. or 6th. time I’d been able to watch him do this. This man shows signs of being a serious ‘do onto others’ believer at heart. If someone just walked by, you’d here Al say, “can I get you a drink (insert any random name here)?”
When Al is buying for his friends, he doesn’t miss anyone. Even more impressive, he never missed a drink! Oh well, that’s not entirely true. There was the time he, (and I must admit I was just as guilty) forgot to get The Wife the Diet Coke he’d promised. But there’s no booze in that so all in all, it seems easily forgettable for the situation. When Al looks into the bartenders eye’s, there’s the look of determination and years of practice. Not only is each drink ordered exactly the way they should be, (in bar speak) but each specific nuance that makes each person’s individual drink just the way they want it, is remembered from some past experience. Folks, he’s not walking up and ordering 12 Bud light here. I’m talking mixed drinks with various fruity components, different ice level requests, shots neat or on the rocks, or in specific types of glasses appropriate to either the drink or the drinker. Import beers and wines or coolers also. All for groups of 7 to 14, or even more. He’s not just a pro, he’s a host that knows how to make his guests feel at home. I tried to keep up, but I always ended up turning back and asking someone what the hell I was ordering for them. But I was in the presence of the master and I would watch and learn from the best. I eventually got it right.
Oh and another thing! The next time anyone sees Gcox, shake his hand for me. He’s a great guy and his Mrs. was really nice to Pebbles too. I’ve said it several times already but one more won’t hurt. It was my pleasure to meet you G.
The Kilt….
Sunday was going to be get together with the kids and watch some football at the IP day, we decided when we woke up. As we started to head upstairs to join in on the action, the Let It Ride table at the bottom of the stairs by the Geisha Bar was calling our names instead. Peb’s and I sat down and bought in to one of our favorite table games. What a great decision this turned out to be. Not just for the very, very +EV day that it turned out to be either. We were eventually joined at the table by the organizer of this years WBPT event, Falstaff. He was joined by his lovely wife, her father and several other friends. We had a blast, but that’s easy to do when you’re surrounded by good folks. Falstaff wasn’t having too much luck at the table, but that didn’t deter him from having a lot of fun. He came and went a couple of times throughout the day. He never went too far though. The craps table beside us was about as far as I think he got. Our Sunday companions helped us finish off a great weekend in style and I don’t think I could say thanks enough to each of them.
The Tao of luck ….
All things considered, this trip was a very inexpensive little weekend getaway for Pebbles and I. We’ve often talked about heading out to Vegas for a weekend fling but typically, we end up deciding on one of our three local casinos instead. If it wasn’t for the WBPT, I know we would have made the same decision this past weekend too.
Thankfully, I had a reason to be there and that allowed me to meet so many of the Bloggers that I read regularly, or play on line with. My must first read every day is The Tao of Poker. Like most of you, I feel all ‘informed’ and ‘inside the loop’ when Pauly does his poker coverage. At the Tao of Poker, I enjoy the broadened coverage into the mysteries and happenings in the poker world the most. It’s like getting really good and very interesting insider information, when you want it the most. This past weekend, Pauly gave me more than just that. He needs a new site to write on called, “The Tao of Luck.”
We were having a lot of fun at Let It Ride, but it was a steady as she goes chip stack kind of game too. I stood up to stretch my legs and had noticed that the good Dr. was in the house. He was with Derek, The Rooster and a few others. I wanted to say thanks for everything and talk about some writing I’ve been doing. I figured he was in a groove, so I’d wait until later. I sat back down as I was dealt my 3 cards and got ready for a peak at what I had to work with. J-J-J !! I look again. Yep! Trip Jacks. For those of you who do not play the game, Let It Ride basically breaks down to this. A winning hand is anything better than a pair of 10’s. I have a winning hand with trips and my maximum bet out on the table. I turned around said a silent “thanks Pauly” in his general direction. I’m a karma freak when I play this game. I think it’s the only place where I actually show any form of superstition. I don’t really know why, but I do it anyhow. The first round of action is all done and the dealer flips up a 4. I am still golden and leaving my chips out there to get all tripled-up and stuff. The dealer ask’s, “what do you want?” I show her my set and say, “another 4’s cool, but I’d love to see the Jack.” Whammo !! It came and I get paid for Quad’s. Saaaawwwwweeeet !!! I was mad I couldn’t see Pauly anymore. This was a moment I would’ve liked to have shared with him. Oh well, I got over it. (funny how lot’s of money in your hands can do that huh?)
Still playing, (and winning my share) I see the good Dr. coming towards our table. Whammo again!! I hit a full house. Pauly comes by and say’s hi and I figure this is it. My chance is here to discuss some writing and maybe a little about the life of walking in the presence of the “Dolly’s” and Greensteins. So we chat. I can’t tell you how great this was for me. But I am also now playing my spot completely blind. Normally, not too smart.
I hear the dealer say something and I turn around all upset that she’s disturbing one of my moments. She wants me to flip up my cards because the hand is over. I turn up cards that make me two pair and get paid again. I intently listen to Pauly as he speaks not only to me, but to the others around. “Yeah-yeah” I say to the dealer, as I flip up my next hand. “BOAT!” she say’s. I don’t even think I looked. This went on for five hands in a row as Pauly stood there. We had to say our good-byes, as I’m sure he had dozens more to talk to before they left Vegas. But while he was there at the IP with me, he was most definitely “The Tao of Luck.”
I eventually left that table with more than enough profit to pay for our entire trip and weekend in Vegas. One of the two cocktail servers was very pregnant and very nice to us. I decided to help her buy her first several months’ worth of diapers. Our main server was a real sweetheart to both Peb’s and I the whole day too. I hope she bought herself something nice with her tip.
My sincerest thanks for dropping by…..
( and that goes double for you on Sunday Pauly )
Immediately after I busted out of “The Event,” I made my rounds to say good luck to those I either knew already, or had just met and were still playing. It was just a quick and casual good luck, as most of them were seriously involved in the game itself, and rightfully so. I didn’t feel like watching and I didn’t want to be a distraction either. I headed to “our spot” over at the sports book bar. Most of the off-time from the tourney, you could find a gathering of a special group of friends who just made “our spot” happen in a flow of humanity, booze, laughter, handshakes and hugs. For me in Vegas on December 8, 2007, this was the local pub and these were my friends. They consisted mainly of, (but certainly not limited to) Myself, Waffles, Al and GCox. A great core group that only got better and better as others wandered in and out of our little realm.
I was the new kid in town and despite my typically out-going manner, I was a little more subdued than usual to start. Al had his corner spot at the bar and was placing a drink order. This was at least the 5th. or 6th. time I’d been able to watch him do this. This man shows signs of being a serious ‘do onto others’ believer at heart. If someone just walked by, you’d here Al say, “can I get you a drink (insert any random name here)?”
When Al is buying for his friends, he doesn’t miss anyone. Even more impressive, he never missed a drink! Oh well, that’s not entirely true. There was the time he, (and I must admit I was just as guilty) forgot to get The Wife the Diet Coke he’d promised. But there’s no booze in that so all in all, it seems easily forgettable for the situation. When Al looks into the bartenders eye’s, there’s the look of determination and years of practice. Not only is each drink ordered exactly the way they should be, (in bar speak) but each specific nuance that makes each person’s individual drink just the way they want it, is remembered from some past experience. Folks, he’s not walking up and ordering 12 Bud light here. I’m talking mixed drinks with various fruity components, different ice level requests, shots neat or on the rocks, or in specific types of glasses appropriate to either the drink or the drinker. Import beers and wines or coolers also. All for groups of 7 to 14, or even more. He’s not just a pro, he’s a host that knows how to make his guests feel at home. I tried to keep up, but I always ended up turning back and asking someone what the hell I was ordering for them. But I was in the presence of the master and I would watch and learn from the best. I eventually got it right.
Oh and another thing! The next time anyone sees Gcox, shake his hand for me. He’s a great guy and his Mrs. was really nice to Pebbles too. I’ve said it several times already but one more won’t hurt. It was my pleasure to meet you G.
The Kilt….
Sunday was going to be get together with the kids and watch some football at the IP day, we decided when we woke up. As we started to head upstairs to join in on the action, the Let It Ride table at the bottom of the stairs by the Geisha Bar was calling our names instead. Peb’s and I sat down and bought in to one of our favorite table games. What a great decision this turned out to be. Not just for the very, very +EV day that it turned out to be either. We were eventually joined at the table by the organizer of this years WBPT event, Falstaff. He was joined by his lovely wife, her father and several other friends. We had a blast, but that’s easy to do when you’re surrounded by good folks. Falstaff wasn’t having too much luck at the table, but that didn’t deter him from having a lot of fun. He came and went a couple of times throughout the day. He never went too far though. The craps table beside us was about as far as I think he got. Our Sunday companions helped us finish off a great weekend in style and I don’t think I could say thanks enough to each of them.
The Tao of luck ….
All things considered, this trip was a very inexpensive little weekend getaway for Pebbles and I. We’ve often talked about heading out to Vegas for a weekend fling but typically, we end up deciding on one of our three local casinos instead. If it wasn’t for the WBPT, I know we would have made the same decision this past weekend too.
Thankfully, I had a reason to be there and that allowed me to meet so many of the Bloggers that I read regularly, or play on line with. My must first read every day is The Tao of Poker. Like most of you, I feel all ‘informed’ and ‘inside the loop’ when Pauly does his poker coverage. At the Tao of Poker, I enjoy the broadened coverage into the mysteries and happenings in the poker world the most. It’s like getting really good and very interesting insider information, when you want it the most. This past weekend, Pauly gave me more than just that. He needs a new site to write on called, “The Tao of Luck.”
We were having a lot of fun at Let It Ride, but it was a steady as she goes chip stack kind of game too. I stood up to stretch my legs and had noticed that the good Dr. was in the house. He was with Derek, The Rooster and a few others. I wanted to say thanks for everything and talk about some writing I’ve been doing. I figured he was in a groove, so I’d wait until later. I sat back down as I was dealt my 3 cards and got ready for a peak at what I had to work with. J-J-J !! I look again. Yep! Trip Jacks. For those of you who do not play the game, Let It Ride basically breaks down to this. A winning hand is anything better than a pair of 10’s. I have a winning hand with trips and my maximum bet out on the table. I turned around said a silent “thanks Pauly” in his general direction. I’m a karma freak when I play this game. I think it’s the only place where I actually show any form of superstition. I don’t really know why, but I do it anyhow. The first round of action is all done and the dealer flips up a 4. I am still golden and leaving my chips out there to get all tripled-up and stuff. The dealer ask’s, “what do you want?” I show her my set and say, “another 4’s cool, but I’d love to see the Jack.” Whammo !! It came and I get paid for Quad’s. Saaaawwwwweeeet !!! I was mad I couldn’t see Pauly anymore. This was a moment I would’ve liked to have shared with him. Oh well, I got over it. (funny how lot’s of money in your hands can do that huh?)
Still playing, (and winning my share) I see the good Dr. coming towards our table. Whammo again!! I hit a full house. Pauly comes by and say’s hi and I figure this is it. My chance is here to discuss some writing and maybe a little about the life of walking in the presence of the “Dolly’s” and Greensteins. So we chat. I can’t tell you how great this was for me. But I am also now playing my spot completely blind. Normally, not too smart.
I hear the dealer say something and I turn around all upset that she’s disturbing one of my moments. She wants me to flip up my cards because the hand is over. I turn up cards that make me two pair and get paid again. I intently listen to Pauly as he speaks not only to me, but to the others around. “Yeah-yeah” I say to the dealer, as I flip up my next hand. “BOAT!” she say’s. I don’t even think I looked. This went on for five hands in a row as Pauly stood there. We had to say our good-byes, as I’m sure he had dozens more to talk to before they left Vegas. But while he was there at the IP with me, he was most definitely “The Tao of Luck.”
I eventually left that table with more than enough profit to pay for our entire trip and weekend in Vegas. One of the two cocktail servers was very pregnant and very nice to us. I decided to help her buy her first several months’ worth of diapers. Our main server was a real sweetheart to both Peb’s and I the whole day too. I hope she bought herself something nice with her tip.
My sincerest thanks for dropping by…..
( and that goes double for you on Sunday Pauly )
12/12/2007
"The Event" ... and a half full glass ? ....
Bloggers were dropping from the game at a surprisingly fast rate. Enough so, that the vacant spot from the Trooper to my right, was filled after only 1 ½ orbits. I feel awful that I can’t remember the name of the good guy that joined us.
(So many names and so little brains! I apologize profusely for this)
I was continuing on, despite the frequency with which the 9-3o kept getting dealt to me. I took down a very small pot with air, when I just made the read that I was up against C.C.’s missed draw. I continued my 'smallball' bets to the river and got him to let whatever he was holding go. My gut was saying he was on a flush draw. It wasn’t much of a pot, but it did help me get through some more junk hands. A 10-minute break was announced and I needed it bad. I had to get myself out of the gutter I was in. I went into the Men’s room and splashed cold water on my face. I wanted to get a little fired up and move forward in the game. When I saw my face in the mirror, all I could see was dejection and frustration. I actually tried to wash it off. (heh) That never works does it?
Despite getting comped cocktails as we played, I went to the bar and grabbed a Scotch. There was no one there and I wanted a little downtime to re-group myself. The best way for me to change things around was to go back there with a positive and slightly more aggressive demeanor. So that’s all I thought about. I was going to look at whatever cards I was dealt and see nothing but good cards. The 8-2o was going to be pocket 10’s. The 9-3o became K-K. If I could convince myself and pay attention to my reads on others, I’d be able to grab a few of the pots now that the blinds and antes were worth something. See my reads were generally right on the money. The hands I stayed in on and folded, were either shown down or shown by the player with the hand. I got to see that I was behind or beat. In the few hands I took the pot down, there was either a muck instantly or a showing of the cards followed by some laughter about a steal attempt. If I could keep this going for me, it was going to take luck to knock me out.
As the tables started filling up again I found Pebbles, wished her luck and went back to take my seat. I was really happy she was still playing, but worried about the size of her stack too. I walked back to my table, all the while convincing myself that I was getting good cards. As I took my seat, RR said something like, “Now the Blinds and Antes are worth stealing.” I added up the chips in play on the first deal and thought he was right. There was enough value in the hand pre-flop, that a move here and there would probably add nicely to my dwindling little stack. After an orbit or two, I still couldn’t catch a hand. Then we lost RR. I wasn’t even totally paying attention, so I don’t know how the hand went at all. I’m not even sure where his stack went from earlier. He never appeared short in chips to me but then again, everyone looks like they have a bunch of chips when you’re the shorty at the table. Tragedy then made a min. raise from the button. I saw a pair of tens and pushed. That got rid of the initial caller and Tragedy. That worked out well! I was holding the 8s-2s and would have been in a desperate race had I been called. The button moved to sweet-sweet-Pablo next. It was folded around to me and I saw pocket Q’s. I pushed again. Maudie is a good player for sure. Normally, I think she would have read me as desperate and made the call with any two cards. Maybe the earlier hug helped her decide to let go of whatever she was holding? I don’t know. I flipped up my pair of Queen’s to reveal the 9c-5c. This was now the second best hand I’d held in 3 ½ hours of poker and second only to that suited K-10 I held in the earlier hand with Maudie. Think about that ! The 9c-5c was the second highest hand I’d been dealt the entire time. This is a good time to ask yourself, what would your body language look like? Would you still be playing considering the players at this level?
I had a small amount of wiggle room now, but very small. The junk just kept coming. As I sat UTG +1, I found a pocket pair. My first real pocket pair! They were 3’s. It sounds stupid I know, but after all of the hands I couldn’t play, I felt like this was my best chance to get something going. If I lose it here, I lost with the best hand I’d had in almost 4 hours. I can live with that decision. I counted my stack without touching it, then I counted the chips already in play. I took a look at everyone at the table and really focused on Pablo. He had already sweated his cards, and I felt like he had a little swagger in his posture. Of the players at the table, I put him as the one who would probably call. I pushed and watched for everyone’s reaction. (In particular, Pablo’s) It folded around to him, first stage complete, perfect ! Then he tanked. Now I felt even better. I really thought that he was considering calling with any two cards. If I’m getting into that kind of race, I’ll take my chances with the 3’s for sure. He stared up to find me staring right back at him. Then his cards went into the muck. No double up, just the blinds and antes again. Still, they were chips and they were headed to the right stack.
I took a walk and if you know me at all, you’ll know that it was “my” walk. I am best known for tournament play because of these walks. I took my head count, chip stack summaries and then a quick review of who the players were, that were still in. There were some dominant chip stacks and some great players still remaining. There were very few players with stacks the size of mine. All of this information put together meant only one thing, I needed to get going. With the size of my stack and the cards not being kind to me, I would have to make a move and get a caller, (or callers) if I was going to have any chance of continuing on. There was no more time for patience. One double up would get me over the hump. Or one more orbit of nothing and my stack would be too small to scare anyone off if I needed to. Easy, brain dead poker this desperation. (you know I hated it, and I know it showed ! )
I sat down and had to fold in middle position. It was then folded around to me while I was on the button. I was dealt my first ace of the event and I held the Ah-3h, for the second best hand of the event for me. This was my chance. Poker Peaker definitely had the chips to call and I could make it look like another desperate attempt to steal from the button. If he and Maudie fold, I still get chips. If either reads it as a steal, I get the race I need to be in. Not perfect but I had to look at it as a win-win. I pushed, Maudie folded and Peaker called instantly. That made me pause and hang my head. I figured I was up against at least a stronger ace. To my surprise, I was ahead in the hand. He held 9-J off-suit and said, “No man, you’re OK.” I’d gotten my money in while being close to a 60/40 favorite. The flop came 8-Q-10 with one heart, to which Peaker announced, “That’s not a bad flop.” No kidding! He’d made a straight and I now needed runner-runner and they never came. I was out in 35th. or 36th. place. Al joined me at the bar shortly after, followed by Pebbles soon there after. In the family last longer, I got my butt kicked again. (lol)
The eventual winner ended up being Joaquin “The Rooster” Ochoa. I was very happy for him and a pretty sad for Otis, who ended up losing the epic head’s up battle. Both great guys and obviously, two great players. After conversations with them both over the weekend, I can’t tell you how much I look forward to doing it again.
(*** Side note *** Today is a great day to read Otis. I highly recommend you do.)
I’m disappointed in my lack of play and how the event panned out for me. But at the same time, I wonder how many players could have made it that far with one ace and one pocket pair being dealt to them the entire event. I guess I’ll consider it another lesson in life. I think I’ll say that my glass was definitely ½ full for the day. If I could’ve gotten more out of the cards I was dealt, I’m not at the level as of yet to understand how. I did what I could, with what I was dealt, with all the skill I had at the time. I don’t think I can ask for anymore than that from myself.
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Coming up tomorrow: ‘Kilts’ the luck of “The Tao” and paying for this trip….
My sincerest thanks for dropping by….
(So many names and so little brains! I apologize profusely for this)
I was continuing on, despite the frequency with which the 9-3o kept getting dealt to me. I took down a very small pot with air, when I just made the read that I was up against C.C.’s missed draw. I continued my 'smallball' bets to the river and got him to let whatever he was holding go. My gut was saying he was on a flush draw. It wasn’t much of a pot, but it did help me get through some more junk hands. A 10-minute break was announced and I needed it bad. I had to get myself out of the gutter I was in. I went into the Men’s room and splashed cold water on my face. I wanted to get a little fired up and move forward in the game. When I saw my face in the mirror, all I could see was dejection and frustration. I actually tried to wash it off. (heh) That never works does it?
Despite getting comped cocktails as we played, I went to the bar and grabbed a Scotch. There was no one there and I wanted a little downtime to re-group myself. The best way for me to change things around was to go back there with a positive and slightly more aggressive demeanor. So that’s all I thought about. I was going to look at whatever cards I was dealt and see nothing but good cards. The 8-2o was going to be pocket 10’s. The 9-3o became K-K. If I could convince myself and pay attention to my reads on others, I’d be able to grab a few of the pots now that the blinds and antes were worth something. See my reads were generally right on the money. The hands I stayed in on and folded, were either shown down or shown by the player with the hand. I got to see that I was behind or beat. In the few hands I took the pot down, there was either a muck instantly or a showing of the cards followed by some laughter about a steal attempt. If I could keep this going for me, it was going to take luck to knock me out.
As the tables started filling up again I found Pebbles, wished her luck and went back to take my seat. I was really happy she was still playing, but worried about the size of her stack too. I walked back to my table, all the while convincing myself that I was getting good cards. As I took my seat, RR said something like, “Now the Blinds and Antes are worth stealing.” I added up the chips in play on the first deal and thought he was right. There was enough value in the hand pre-flop, that a move here and there would probably add nicely to my dwindling little stack. After an orbit or two, I still couldn’t catch a hand. Then we lost RR. I wasn’t even totally paying attention, so I don’t know how the hand went at all. I’m not even sure where his stack went from earlier. He never appeared short in chips to me but then again, everyone looks like they have a bunch of chips when you’re the shorty at the table. Tragedy then made a min. raise from the button. I saw a pair of tens and pushed. That got rid of the initial caller and Tragedy. That worked out well! I was holding the 8s-2s and would have been in a desperate race had I been called. The button moved to sweet-sweet-Pablo next. It was folded around to me and I saw pocket Q’s. I pushed again. Maudie is a good player for sure. Normally, I think she would have read me as desperate and made the call with any two cards. Maybe the earlier hug helped her decide to let go of whatever she was holding? I don’t know. I flipped up my pair of Queen’s to reveal the 9c-5c. This was now the second best hand I’d held in 3 ½ hours of poker and second only to that suited K-10 I held in the earlier hand with Maudie. Think about that ! The 9c-5c was the second highest hand I’d been dealt the entire time. This is a good time to ask yourself, what would your body language look like? Would you still be playing considering the players at this level?
I had a small amount of wiggle room now, but very small. The junk just kept coming. As I sat UTG +1, I found a pocket pair. My first real pocket pair! They were 3’s. It sounds stupid I know, but after all of the hands I couldn’t play, I felt like this was my best chance to get something going. If I lose it here, I lost with the best hand I’d had in almost 4 hours. I can live with that decision. I counted my stack without touching it, then I counted the chips already in play. I took a look at everyone at the table and really focused on Pablo. He had already sweated his cards, and I felt like he had a little swagger in his posture. Of the players at the table, I put him as the one who would probably call. I pushed and watched for everyone’s reaction. (In particular, Pablo’s) It folded around to him, first stage complete, perfect ! Then he tanked. Now I felt even better. I really thought that he was considering calling with any two cards. If I’m getting into that kind of race, I’ll take my chances with the 3’s for sure. He stared up to find me staring right back at him. Then his cards went into the muck. No double up, just the blinds and antes again. Still, they were chips and they were headed to the right stack.
I took a walk and if you know me at all, you’ll know that it was “my” walk. I am best known for tournament play because of these walks. I took my head count, chip stack summaries and then a quick review of who the players were, that were still in. There were some dominant chip stacks and some great players still remaining. There were very few players with stacks the size of mine. All of this information put together meant only one thing, I needed to get going. With the size of my stack and the cards not being kind to me, I would have to make a move and get a caller, (or callers) if I was going to have any chance of continuing on. There was no more time for patience. One double up would get me over the hump. Or one more orbit of nothing and my stack would be too small to scare anyone off if I needed to. Easy, brain dead poker this desperation. (you know I hated it, and I know it showed ! )
I sat down and had to fold in middle position. It was then folded around to me while I was on the button. I was dealt my first ace of the event and I held the Ah-3h, for the second best hand of the event for me. This was my chance. Poker Peaker definitely had the chips to call and I could make it look like another desperate attempt to steal from the button. If he and Maudie fold, I still get chips. If either reads it as a steal, I get the race I need to be in. Not perfect but I had to look at it as a win-win. I pushed, Maudie folded and Peaker called instantly. That made me pause and hang my head. I figured I was up against at least a stronger ace. To my surprise, I was ahead in the hand. He held 9-J off-suit and said, “No man, you’re OK.” I’d gotten my money in while being close to a 60/40 favorite. The flop came 8-Q-10 with one heart, to which Peaker announced, “That’s not a bad flop.” No kidding! He’d made a straight and I now needed runner-runner and they never came. I was out in 35th. or 36th. place. Al joined me at the bar shortly after, followed by Pebbles soon there after. In the family last longer, I got my butt kicked again. (lol)
The eventual winner ended up being Joaquin “The Rooster” Ochoa. I was very happy for him and a pretty sad for Otis, who ended up losing the epic head’s up battle. Both great guys and obviously, two great players. After conversations with them both over the weekend, I can’t tell you how much I look forward to doing it again.
(*** Side note *** Today is a great day to read Otis. I highly recommend you do.)
I’m disappointed in my lack of play and how the event panned out for me. But at the same time, I wonder how many players could have made it that far with one ace and one pocket pair being dealt to them the entire event. I guess I’ll consider it another lesson in life. I think I’ll say that my glass was definitely ½ full for the day. If I could’ve gotten more out of the cards I was dealt, I’m not at the level as of yet to understand how. I did what I could, with what I was dealt, with all the skill I had at the time. I don’t think I can ask for anymore than that from myself.
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Coming up tomorrow: ‘Kilts’ the luck of “The Tao” and paying for this trip….
My sincerest thanks for dropping by….
12/11/2007
Only 28 to go ... Part II ....
I sat down in my seat and started to settle in for what I figured might be a long game. I was feeling pretty good about where my game was at and how I’d been playing of late. I figured that the extra confidence would help me out a lot when it came to the inevitable decisions that I knew I’d have to make later on. All the players are now making their way to their seats and after a couple of brief announcements, it was almost time to shuffle-up-and-deal.
I know this is a blogger event and every table is going to be full of the best,
(and most fun !) bloggers out there, but I think I got pretty lucky on the draw. Not because of anything to do with poker at all. I just happened to draw players that have blogs I like to read.
So what did my table look like? Well……… see what you think.
Seat #1 = The Tao of Poker himself.
Seat #2 = Recess Rampage.
Seat #3 = Instant Tragedy.
Seat #4 = Sweet, Sweet Pablo.
Seat #5 = The Trooper97.
Seat #6 = Bam-Bam
Seat #7 = Poker Perspectives.
Seat #8 = Poker Peaker
Seat #9 = C.C.
Five writers I read daily, two that I check in on frequently and
a Pablo. Sweeeeeet !
I had a few bloggers that I had wanted to meet, but still hadn’t managed it at this point. I took a quick look around the room and I noticed Otis standing out in the middle. I walked up to get directions to one of my favorite invisibles. Otis only needed to point me in the general direction. I’d heard enough descriptives about this blogger, that I was pretty sure I was going to the right dude. “I just wanted to say Hello to my fellow BB” I said from just slightly behind him. He jumped out of his chair and had his arms around me in less than 2 seconds flat. It was a strong and friendly hug that said, ‘damn good to actually see you.’ I really hope he could feel the same from me. There weren’t many there this weekend that I wanted to meet more than BadBlood. As was the case far too many times in this little 30 hour getaway, we never managed to get hooked back up together the rest of the weekend. Not getting together with BadBlood and Otis for our drink to G-Rob, was one of the biggest disappointments of my time in Vegas. The problem was time itself though. Trying to cram everything in was a monsterous challenge. Groups, Individuals and old friends all flitted around and around. Bloggers could be doing anything or going anywhere at the drop of a hat. There were basic guidelines and the old stand-bys that you could run into almost anyone at, if you waited long enough. The Geisha bar at the IP was no brainer. But finding two guys for a drink somehow eluded me. Now that’s a bad beat!
I made my way back to my seat and we were just about to start play. The social aspect of the game was not forgotten about at my table. There was some great conversation and several tall tales from the earlier goings on in the weekend. I had laid down a few hands in a row, when all of a sudden I could feel a presence looming over my right shoulder. I just stood up and hugged the lovely young lady behind me. The only word I needed to say was “Kat.” I wanted to go for the “butt-grab” right then and there. You know, to show her that I meant business and wasn’t just all talk. It would have to wait as I was being dealt into the next hand. It was only a brief meeting to say the least, but still a very meaningful one for me Kat. It was such a pleasure to finally meet you in person. I think we both know that well be hooking up together again real soon. ;o)
I have the address and will make contact, as soon as I get a little settled down here.
I had gotten no hands at all in the first two orbits. Watching the play and seeing things develop was OK for the time being though, I wasn’t going to be in any hurry. The blind levels went up twice before I got anything that seemed remotely playable, so I finally entered into a hand. I hit the flop with TP and was waiting to see if Pauly was going to check or bet. I asked the dealer, “did he check?” The dealer didn’t answer but I heard “Check” coming from my left side. I figured that it was weird that she would go out of turn like that. I made a small bet and the dealer pushed it back at me. “You said check.” he told me. I clarified but to no avail. The next card came and I decided karma should make me check. Maudie then put in a small bet and I called. The river did nothing for me and again I checked to the bet that Maudie was about to make. “I wanted to bet that flop to get you out of the hand early,” I said. “I think I just let you hit your four for the straight.” Maudie was kind enough to show me that my read was correct as I folded my hand. For the record, my hug with Maudie was pretty special for me. She let me know that she has really appreciated my comments of late. That made me feel wonderful. I know how much I love seeing that little smile I get, when someone cares enough to take the time to comment on a post I’ve made. It was good to hear that I can have the same effect on others.
I ran completely card dead right up to the third level. The time was going fairly slow for me, but I had to hit something or make a move with anything, fairly soon. I chose make a move. Well actually, it wasn’t much of a choice. With no cards finding me, I made a 3x raise in middle position, in an attempt to steal the blinds. “Call, Call and Call.” (lol… guess I have no respect yet huh???) Flop does absoloutely nothing for the crap I’m holding and I check. This was followed by, check, check and a raise to pot. I look at C.C. and made my mind up that it was a move to re-steal the pot I was trying to steal in the first place. I re-raised and could tell that I was right by the look on his face. I should’ve been looking over to my left a little longer. “Raise” was all I needed to hear. I twisted my hand into the muck and watched ‘my’ pot get pushed over to PokerPeaker. I was now the shorty and I would have to pick things up just a bit to catch up. I waited, and waited, and waited. I actually walked away from the table for 10 minutes to cool down. I was so sick of seeing 8-2 offsuits and 9-3 off’s in back-to-back hands. It was happening over and over again. I returned to the table and was dealt the TuckFard Nutz. Nice I say to myself, finally something that I can work with! I raise 2½x from the button and get a fold, and then a re-raise from C.C. in the BB. Okey-dokey…. I fold.
Two moves, two lost hands, lots of lost chips and I’m off to a good start.
The only one really losing chips any faster than me was The Trooper. His stack had an up and down swing to it that was kind of violent. (to put it mildly) At least he was playing though, and I was very jealous of that. He ended up getting it all in on a race and lost. Now I had an empty seat beside me so the blinds could eat my stack up even faster. This is sooooo not my style, but I actually said that out loud at the table. Another 10 minute walk away, to chastise myself for being such a fool.
Tomorrow, in Part III….. Hear the Rooooooooster crow …..
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Saturday evening as Pebbles and I headed for a nice romantic dinner, the late afternoon shift that attempted to talk the two of us into taking them 'home' were;
1) Cindy
2) Terry
3) Rachel
4) Lori
5) and a very persistant Hope ! (2 day's in a row!)
Sorry Carson..... I couldn't bring myself to steal anything useless. I decided on a new tactic. I mouched you a Sahara club button that all the dealers were wearing to promote a 4:00pm promotion they were running.
Best I could do.
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
I know this is a blogger event and every table is going to be full of the best,
(and most fun !) bloggers out there, but I think I got pretty lucky on the draw. Not because of anything to do with poker at all. I just happened to draw players that have blogs I like to read.
So what did my table look like? Well……… see what you think.
Seat #1 = The Tao of Poker himself.
Seat #2 = Recess Rampage.
Seat #3 = Instant Tragedy.
Seat #4 = Sweet, Sweet Pablo.
Seat #5 = The Trooper97.
Seat #6 = Bam-Bam
Seat #7 = Poker Perspectives.
Seat #8 = Poker Peaker
Seat #9 = C.C.
Five writers I read daily, two that I check in on frequently and
a Pablo. Sweeeeeet !
I had a few bloggers that I had wanted to meet, but still hadn’t managed it at this point. I took a quick look around the room and I noticed Otis standing out in the middle. I walked up to get directions to one of my favorite invisibles. Otis only needed to point me in the general direction. I’d heard enough descriptives about this blogger, that I was pretty sure I was going to the right dude. “I just wanted to say Hello to my fellow BB” I said from just slightly behind him. He jumped out of his chair and had his arms around me in less than 2 seconds flat. It was a strong and friendly hug that said, ‘damn good to actually see you.’ I really hope he could feel the same from me. There weren’t many there this weekend that I wanted to meet more than BadBlood. As was the case far too many times in this little 30 hour getaway, we never managed to get hooked back up together the rest of the weekend. Not getting together with BadBlood and Otis for our drink to G-Rob, was one of the biggest disappointments of my time in Vegas. The problem was time itself though. Trying to cram everything in was a monsterous challenge. Groups, Individuals and old friends all flitted around and around. Bloggers could be doing anything or going anywhere at the drop of a hat. There were basic guidelines and the old stand-bys that you could run into almost anyone at, if you waited long enough. The Geisha bar at the IP was no brainer. But finding two guys for a drink somehow eluded me. Now that’s a bad beat!
I made my way back to my seat and we were just about to start play. The social aspect of the game was not forgotten about at my table. There was some great conversation and several tall tales from the earlier goings on in the weekend. I had laid down a few hands in a row, when all of a sudden I could feel a presence looming over my right shoulder. I just stood up and hugged the lovely young lady behind me. The only word I needed to say was “Kat.” I wanted to go for the “butt-grab” right then and there. You know, to show her that I meant business and wasn’t just all talk. It would have to wait as I was being dealt into the next hand. It was only a brief meeting to say the least, but still a very meaningful one for me Kat. It was such a pleasure to finally meet you in person. I think we both know that well be hooking up together again real soon. ;o)
I have the address and will make contact, as soon as I get a little settled down here.
I had gotten no hands at all in the first two orbits. Watching the play and seeing things develop was OK for the time being though, I wasn’t going to be in any hurry. The blind levels went up twice before I got anything that seemed remotely playable, so I finally entered into a hand. I hit the flop with TP and was waiting to see if Pauly was going to check or bet. I asked the dealer, “did he check?” The dealer didn’t answer but I heard “Check” coming from my left side. I figured that it was weird that she would go out of turn like that. I made a small bet and the dealer pushed it back at me. “You said check.” he told me. I clarified but to no avail. The next card came and I decided karma should make me check. Maudie then put in a small bet and I called. The river did nothing for me and again I checked to the bet that Maudie was about to make. “I wanted to bet that flop to get you out of the hand early,” I said. “I think I just let you hit your four for the straight.” Maudie was kind enough to show me that my read was correct as I folded my hand. For the record, my hug with Maudie was pretty special for me. She let me know that she has really appreciated my comments of late. That made me feel wonderful. I know how much I love seeing that little smile I get, when someone cares enough to take the time to comment on a post I’ve made. It was good to hear that I can have the same effect on others.
I ran completely card dead right up to the third level. The time was going fairly slow for me, but I had to hit something or make a move with anything, fairly soon. I chose make a move. Well actually, it wasn’t much of a choice. With no cards finding me, I made a 3x raise in middle position, in an attempt to steal the blinds. “Call, Call and Call.” (lol… guess I have no respect yet huh???) Flop does absoloutely nothing for the crap I’m holding and I check. This was followed by, check, check and a raise to pot. I look at C.C. and made my mind up that it was a move to re-steal the pot I was trying to steal in the first place. I re-raised and could tell that I was right by the look on his face. I should’ve been looking over to my left a little longer. “Raise” was all I needed to hear. I twisted my hand into the muck and watched ‘my’ pot get pushed over to PokerPeaker. I was now the shorty and I would have to pick things up just a bit to catch up. I waited, and waited, and waited. I actually walked away from the table for 10 minutes to cool down. I was so sick of seeing 8-2 offsuits and 9-3 off’s in back-to-back hands. It was happening over and over again. I returned to the table and was dealt the TuckFard Nutz. Nice I say to myself, finally something that I can work with! I raise 2½x from the button and get a fold, and then a re-raise from C.C. in the BB. Okey-dokey…. I fold.
Two moves, two lost hands, lots of lost chips and I’m off to a good start.
The only one really losing chips any faster than me was The Trooper. His stack had an up and down swing to it that was kind of violent. (to put it mildly) At least he was playing though, and I was very jealous of that. He ended up getting it all in on a race and lost. Now I had an empty seat beside me so the blinds could eat my stack up even faster. This is sooooo not my style, but I actually said that out loud at the table. Another 10 minute walk away, to chastise myself for being such a fool.
Tomorrow, in Part III….. Hear the Rooooooooster crow …..
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Saturday evening as Pebbles and I headed for a nice romantic dinner, the late afternoon shift that attempted to talk the two of us into taking them 'home' were;
1) Cindy
2) Terry
3) Rachel
4) Lori
5) and a very persistant Hope ! (2 day's in a row!)
Sorry Carson..... I couldn't bring myself to steal anything useless. I decided on a new tactic. I mouched you a Sahara club button that all the dealers were wearing to promote a 4:00pm promotion they were running.
Best I could do.
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
12/10/2007
30 wonderful hours .... Part I ....
This is going to take a few posts. Don't worry, I won't miss anything ... I think!
Our weekend started with the same incredible grace that 2007 has been bestowing upon us for the past few months. Our flight out of Buffalo was delayed due to weather. Weather in Newark ! The plane that was going to take us to Cleveland for our connection to Vegas was having a hard time getting to us. It finally showed, 2 hours late. No problem we were told. That would leave us a little over 5 minutes to catch our connector in Cleveland, and off we'd be to the WBPT in Vegas.
You want sick ??? I was told by a certain Continental Airlines personnel that, "I've made that hike from gate to gate in 5 minutes. With a stroller and 3 kids." I was first off the plane in Cleveland. With boarding passes in hand and our bag full of goodies for "The Doc," I ran like I've never ran before. I made the jaunt down into, ( and right back out of ) "The Tunnel" in exactly 1 minute and 21 seconds. ( a new track record I was told ) There was another couple and Pebbles and I, that needed to catch that flight. 70 feet from the gate, I announced that "the four of us are here." This lead to the airport security, closing the gate right in front of my face. I could see the Captain and co-pilot, they were actually staring right at me as if to say, "sorry man! There's nothing we can do from here." I went insane for what seemed like hours. I'm sure it was about 5 minutes of hell for everyone that could hear me. The last flight out of the Cleveland "International" Airport could not wait 30 seconds for 4 desperate travellers. I lost it and, it was not pretty. Somewhere right now, there's a Continental Airlines employee, that won't be able to hear for at least two weeks. The security dude? He has to be wondering how he's ever going to get his head out from 'that high' up his ass!
It was all to no avail. We were officially stuck in Cleveland, instead of heading to Vegas. We'd lost 18 of our 48 hours of debauchery and mayhem, thanks to a dipstick security guard, and an increased "Orange" level of security. Word to the wise for those protecting "Homeland Security." Canadians flying to Vegas for the weekend, are NOT THE PROBLEM !
Now it was a race. We made it to Vegas by noon the next day. We had exactly 30 hours to get in everything, I mean absoloutely everything that we wanted to accomplish. That is a small window. But those of you that read here or know us, know that we'd make the best of it we could. (the glass is definitely 1/2 full ! And it's a damn fine Scotch we're drinking! End of discussion.) And so that brings us to the end of the crap. Everything else no matter what!.... Gets better from here on out!
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No matter what we tried, it looked like the only way we were going to meet was, at the event itself. Then my cell went off. I looked down as if surprised by who might be calling me here in Vegas 2 hours before the big event was going to start.
"The Wife," was displayed on the screen. "Hi. I'm trying to find the poker room" were the words I'd hear. I could here those words in both ears! I turned and gazed around the massive main floor of the Venetian. "You're beautiful" came out of my mouth before I could actually begin to think of what to say. Pebbles shouted, "The Wife!!" as she realized what was going on. I didn't even get the first hug. The Wife and Pebbles latched on, as if some incredible magnet had control over their physical beings. It was awesome. I finally got my chance and I took it! I leaned in and had a hug that although not lasting nearly long enough, seemed to last forever. Peb's and I were in our happy place right then. This was the one "invisible," both of us needed to 'feel' and meet. It was truly our pleasure.
Earlier on, we'd found a man and a guitar. A little primary deduction from earlier conversations, and we knew we'd found Instant Tragedy. The first of the group hugs ensued. I/T is a damn fine man. If I can figure this out in 40 to 50 post's, 5 or 6 E-mail's, 1 phone conversation and 15 minutes face to face, anyone who meets him should be able to do the same. As I said every chance I had this weekend, it was our sincerest pleasure to have finally met you face to face I/T. We can't wait for the next event, so we can do it all over again.
There was a Laptop sitting on the table in the waiting area. Several people were sprayed around that waiting area that had "the look" of blogger's in Vegas. But one, one was sitting intently staring at the screen and diligently working away at whatever the screen had to offer. It felt weird at first to just walk up and say "Hey." But I did it. Later at the bar, I/T would introduce me to the mystery man. "Bam-Bam, meet Buddy. Buddy Dank." For those of you not aware, Buddy Dank Radio is the one true way, to enjoy a mookie.
(and the 'breastest' uh...'header?' in the blogger community!) He does a live broadcast that's only getting better every single event. It was a pleasure to discuss future plans with you sir. I look forward to each of those plans coming to fruition. As an avid listener and just as avid a mookier, the results will be amazing I'm sure.
As I watched him enter the room, I knew I could scratch another one off my list of "to-do's." I headed to the bar. "Two double SoCo's neat" came out of my mouth, as the bartender looked my way politely. I grabbed both glasses and headed back into the poker room. There he was so, I walked up and said, "Sir, I still haven't managed to develop a taste for this stuff." "Bam-Bam sir." was the reply. A quick, warming and welcoming handshake was the only thing that got between us and our appointed rounds. I just did a double-shot of SoCo with Al. It was going to be a damn fine weekend. This wouldn't be the last over the weekend and yes I know Al, the next ones on me. Some things are worth keeping track of and this would qualify. I am honoured to owe you one.
"Have you met Waffles?" Al said as we had another at the sports book. "Uh no, not yet" I said. "Waffles.... Bam-Bam." Said Al as he moved away into the crowd that had formed around us. If you've been under a rock for the last little while, Waffles is the YIN to Al's Yang. You'd never know that seeing them in person though. Like Carson and I, they are definitely, brother's from another mother. I chose to imitate Al. If Waffles comments somewhere, I tend to take a shot at him and hope that everyone knows that it's meant with nothing but humour in mind. I might just take it a little easier on Waffles in the future. Not too much easier, but just a little. (heh) I will still drink with this man anytime, anywhere. You'd love him Cars! He's a hell of a 'person.'
After entry into the event, I looked over my shoulder at a voice that seemed to be familiar somehow. I don't think it was the voice exactly, more the tone of the conversation. "Otis?" I asked the man standing just behind me. "Bam-Bam!" was the reply. Another manly hug, (I promise) and handshake ensued. If you read here, you know I admire the tones that Otis uses in his work. I wanted to discuss everything with Otis, right then and right there. It just wasn't the right time. We had a small chat and had a picture or two taken for prosperity. (mine.... not his! lol) Other than 1 minute for him to help me locate BadBlood, I missed buying Otis a drink on The Doc. We never hooked up again in the time that was remaining. I think I need a trip to G-Vegas. I hate not being a man of my word. It eats at my very core.
"Bam-Bam?" said the gentleman to Otis' right. "Pauly! nice to meet you finally sir." I said. "Man, you're a lot older than I thought you'd be!" were his next words. "I figured you for a twenty-something pumped up kid, or something." said The Good Doctor. All I could retort with was, "the brains there, the body.... not so much."
I shoulda' just said screw you !
"Bam-Bam?" said the man on my left. A quick check of the questioner involved.. a thin man, who appears to have recently lost weight. He had fiery eyes, beard to match and was in "the kilt." Got it! "Falstaff sir, a pleasure." I said. It was indeed Falstaff! The organizer supreme! The man who'd managed to get this mess, to look so professional, crisp and clean. Much, much more on him, later! (This will take at least one entire post!)
I found out that I'd drawn seat #6, at table #16. Welcome to the first two hours....
Only 28 to go !
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At the request of Carson, and with all due respect to Pauly.........
My udder-brudder gave me a suggestion for material to post. He was looking for names on the cards that "the clickers," hand out on the street. A top five list of sorts.
This was Vegas... We took it one step further. Here's the names of the first 5 Hookers that tried to pick up both Pebble's and I, over the weekend. You know us,
"support you're local pole-workers!"
1) Lana & Hope !! (good start if you're me !)
2) Shirley
3) Tatianna
4) CAT ( had it been Kat! We were there I think)
5) Lizzy
my sincerest thanks for dropping by....
(and making us feel welcome)
Our weekend started with the same incredible grace that 2007 has been bestowing upon us for the past few months. Our flight out of Buffalo was delayed due to weather. Weather in Newark ! The plane that was going to take us to Cleveland for our connection to Vegas was having a hard time getting to us. It finally showed, 2 hours late. No problem we were told. That would leave us a little over 5 minutes to catch our connector in Cleveland, and off we'd be to the WBPT in Vegas.
You want sick ??? I was told by a certain Continental Airlines personnel that, "I've made that hike from gate to gate in 5 minutes. With a stroller and 3 kids." I was first off the plane in Cleveland. With boarding passes in hand and our bag full of goodies for "The Doc," I ran like I've never ran before. I made the jaunt down into, ( and right back out of ) "The Tunnel" in exactly 1 minute and 21 seconds. ( a new track record I was told ) There was another couple and Pebbles and I, that needed to catch that flight. 70 feet from the gate, I announced that "the four of us are here." This lead to the airport security, closing the gate right in front of my face. I could see the Captain and co-pilot, they were actually staring right at me as if to say, "sorry man! There's nothing we can do from here." I went insane for what seemed like hours. I'm sure it was about 5 minutes of hell for everyone that could hear me. The last flight out of the Cleveland "International" Airport could not wait 30 seconds for 4 desperate travellers. I lost it and, it was not pretty. Somewhere right now, there's a Continental Airlines employee, that won't be able to hear for at least two weeks. The security dude? He has to be wondering how he's ever going to get his head out from 'that high' up his ass!
It was all to no avail. We were officially stuck in Cleveland, instead of heading to Vegas. We'd lost 18 of our 48 hours of debauchery and mayhem, thanks to a dipstick security guard, and an increased "Orange" level of security. Word to the wise for those protecting "Homeland Security." Canadians flying to Vegas for the weekend, are NOT THE PROBLEM !
Now it was a race. We made it to Vegas by noon the next day. We had exactly 30 hours to get in everything, I mean absoloutely everything that we wanted to accomplish. That is a small window. But those of you that read here or know us, know that we'd make the best of it we could. (the glass is definitely 1/2 full ! And it's a damn fine Scotch we're drinking! End of discussion.) And so that brings us to the end of the crap. Everything else no matter what!.... Gets better from here on out!
*********************************************
No matter what we tried, it looked like the only way we were going to meet was, at the event itself. Then my cell went off. I looked down as if surprised by who might be calling me here in Vegas 2 hours before the big event was going to start.
"The Wife," was displayed on the screen. "Hi. I'm trying to find the poker room" were the words I'd hear. I could here those words in both ears! I turned and gazed around the massive main floor of the Venetian. "You're beautiful" came out of my mouth before I could actually begin to think of what to say. Pebbles shouted, "The Wife!!" as she realized what was going on. I didn't even get the first hug. The Wife and Pebbles latched on, as if some incredible magnet had control over their physical beings. It was awesome. I finally got my chance and I took it! I leaned in and had a hug that although not lasting nearly long enough, seemed to last forever. Peb's and I were in our happy place right then. This was the one "invisible," both of us needed to 'feel' and meet. It was truly our pleasure.
Earlier on, we'd found a man and a guitar. A little primary deduction from earlier conversations, and we knew we'd found Instant Tragedy. The first of the group hugs ensued. I/T is a damn fine man. If I can figure this out in 40 to 50 post's, 5 or 6 E-mail's, 1 phone conversation and 15 minutes face to face, anyone who meets him should be able to do the same. As I said every chance I had this weekend, it was our sincerest pleasure to have finally met you face to face I/T. We can't wait for the next event, so we can do it all over again.
There was a Laptop sitting on the table in the waiting area. Several people were sprayed around that waiting area that had "the look" of blogger's in Vegas. But one, one was sitting intently staring at the screen and diligently working away at whatever the screen had to offer. It felt weird at first to just walk up and say "Hey." But I did it. Later at the bar, I/T would introduce me to the mystery man. "Bam-Bam, meet Buddy. Buddy Dank." For those of you not aware, Buddy Dank Radio is the one true way, to enjoy a mookie.
(and the 'breastest' uh...'header?' in the blogger community!) He does a live broadcast that's only getting better every single event. It was a pleasure to discuss future plans with you sir. I look forward to each of those plans coming to fruition. As an avid listener and just as avid a mookier, the results will be amazing I'm sure.
As I watched him enter the room, I knew I could scratch another one off my list of "to-do's." I headed to the bar. "Two double SoCo's neat" came out of my mouth, as the bartender looked my way politely. I grabbed both glasses and headed back into the poker room. There he was so, I walked up and said, "Sir, I still haven't managed to develop a taste for this stuff." "Bam-Bam sir." was the reply. A quick, warming and welcoming handshake was the only thing that got between us and our appointed rounds. I just did a double-shot of SoCo with Al. It was going to be a damn fine weekend. This wouldn't be the last over the weekend and yes I know Al, the next ones on me. Some things are worth keeping track of and this would qualify. I am honoured to owe you one.
"Have you met Waffles?" Al said as we had another at the sports book. "Uh no, not yet" I said. "Waffles.... Bam-Bam." Said Al as he moved away into the crowd that had formed around us. If you've been under a rock for the last little while, Waffles is the YIN to Al's Yang. You'd never know that seeing them in person though. Like Carson and I, they are definitely, brother's from another mother. I chose to imitate Al. If Waffles comments somewhere, I tend to take a shot at him and hope that everyone knows that it's meant with nothing but humour in mind. I might just take it a little easier on Waffles in the future. Not too much easier, but just a little. (heh) I will still drink with this man anytime, anywhere. You'd love him Cars! He's a hell of a 'person.'
After entry into the event, I looked over my shoulder at a voice that seemed to be familiar somehow. I don't think it was the voice exactly, more the tone of the conversation. "Otis?" I asked the man standing just behind me. "Bam-Bam!" was the reply. Another manly hug, (I promise) and handshake ensued. If you read here, you know I admire the tones that Otis uses in his work. I wanted to discuss everything with Otis, right then and right there. It just wasn't the right time. We had a small chat and had a picture or two taken for prosperity. (mine.... not his! lol) Other than 1 minute for him to help me locate BadBlood, I missed buying Otis a drink on The Doc. We never hooked up again in the time that was remaining. I think I need a trip to G-Vegas. I hate not being a man of my word. It eats at my very core.
"Bam-Bam?" said the gentleman to Otis' right. "Pauly! nice to meet you finally sir." I said. "Man, you're a lot older than I thought you'd be!" were his next words. "I figured you for a twenty-something pumped up kid, or something." said The Good Doctor. All I could retort with was, "the brains there, the body.... not so much."
I shoulda' just said screw you !
"Bam-Bam?" said the man on my left. A quick check of the questioner involved.. a thin man, who appears to have recently lost weight. He had fiery eyes, beard to match and was in "the kilt." Got it! "Falstaff sir, a pleasure." I said. It was indeed Falstaff! The organizer supreme! The man who'd managed to get this mess, to look so professional, crisp and clean. Much, much more on him, later! (This will take at least one entire post!)
I found out that I'd drawn seat #6, at table #16. Welcome to the first two hours....
Only 28 to go !
**********************************
At the request of Carson, and with all due respect to Pauly.........
My udder-brudder gave me a suggestion for material to post. He was looking for names on the cards that "the clickers," hand out on the street. A top five list of sorts.
This was Vegas... We took it one step further. Here's the names of the first 5 Hookers that tried to pick up both Pebble's and I, over the weekend. You know us,
"support you're local pole-workers!"
1) Lana & Hope !! (good start if you're me !)
2) Shirley
3) Tatianna
4) CAT ( had it been Kat! We were there I think)
5) Lizzy
my sincerest thanks for dropping by....
(and making us feel welcome)
12/06/2007
It's finally here .......
Like all, ( :o( well almost all ) of my IIF's, my time has come. I just got through the last two hours, and I'm officially on my WPBT weekend of debauchery. Yee-Haw !!
I'm taking Pebbles into the big smoke for a quick check up at the Doc's and then it's off we go. I know everyone is telling me everything will be fine, but I'm just weird that way. Slightly over-protective of my girl and I want someone qualified to say "Yup. She's OK."
She sure seems it and it's great to see her in such great spirits so soon. I was amazed, thrilled and quite taken back by how many of you asked about her last night at the mookie. It means tons folks. I can't tell you how much exactly because I don't think words can describe how it really makes me feel.
I'll just say thanks here... and try to come up with better in person.
I think I'll go chase me a river once again tonight. Last night's mookie was not exactly stellar poker on my part.
I know I've already pimped Truckin' twice this week but you know what? I think it's worth doing again.
So....
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
and
Do yourself a favour, have a good read.
Truckin' - December 2007, Vol. 6, Issue 12
1. Santa by Paul McGuire
Santa nodded off on the subway. He did that often, always after he copped. Friends would often tell him that they saw him passed out on the subway. They’d try to get his attention, but he was in his own world... More
2. Christmas Eve Dinner by Betty After Dark
Her legs still weak and her stance a bit wobbly, I wrapped my arm around her and led her out of the restaurant. The hotel was just a few blocks away. She was shivering. Was it the cold air or the orgasm?... More
3. Kelso McQuire by Johnny Hughes
The gamblers always stand in the back at West Texas funerals. In the middle of Kelso McQuire's funeral, Ice House Henry was whispering around and telling this fifty-year old story about Kelso, that not one living, breathing soul had ever heard before... More
4. Scared Santa by Dwayne Williamson
This amorphous blob of blood red fabric and snow white hair would release these grunts from its maw that shook my rib cage, causing me to tremble even more violently than before. Because Santa Clause scared the holy hell out of me... More
5. The Hunt by Gary Cox
When the son was young, the Father went deer hunting every year for a week at a time, right before Thanksgiving. The boy badly wanted to go with him, but was never considered old enough. He saw in his Father’s eyes how much he enjoyed that time, whether it was the actual hunt or the solitary time spent out there in the woods... More
6. Monday Evening LIVE in Theater! by Sigge S. Amdal
A middle-aged, disillusioned, smack-ridden woman in a wheelchair bemoans her disability when the subway seems one step too far. By the touch of a button she whirls off into the distant tunnel like the depart of an ancient ghoul... More
I'm taking Pebbles into the big smoke for a quick check up at the Doc's and then it's off we go. I know everyone is telling me everything will be fine, but I'm just weird that way. Slightly over-protective of my girl and I want someone qualified to say "Yup. She's OK."
She sure seems it and it's great to see her in such great spirits so soon. I was amazed, thrilled and quite taken back by how many of you asked about her last night at the mookie. It means tons folks. I can't tell you how much exactly because I don't think words can describe how it really makes me feel.
I'll just say thanks here... and try to come up with better in person.
I think I'll go chase me a river once again tonight. Last night's mookie was not exactly stellar poker on my part.
I know I've already pimped Truckin' twice this week but you know what? I think it's worth doing again.
So....
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
and
Do yourself a favour, have a good read.
Truckin' - December 2007, Vol. 6, Issue 12
1. Santa by Paul McGuire
Santa nodded off on the subway. He did that often, always after he copped. Friends would often tell him that they saw him passed out on the subway. They’d try to get his attention, but he was in his own world... More
2. Christmas Eve Dinner by Betty After Dark
Her legs still weak and her stance a bit wobbly, I wrapped my arm around her and led her out of the restaurant. The hotel was just a few blocks away. She was shivering. Was it the cold air or the orgasm?... More
3. Kelso McQuire by Johnny Hughes
The gamblers always stand in the back at West Texas funerals. In the middle of Kelso McQuire's funeral, Ice House Henry was whispering around and telling this fifty-year old story about Kelso, that not one living, breathing soul had ever heard before... More
4. Scared Santa by Dwayne Williamson
This amorphous blob of blood red fabric and snow white hair would release these grunts from its maw that shook my rib cage, causing me to tremble even more violently than before. Because Santa Clause scared the holy hell out of me... More
5. The Hunt by Gary Cox
When the son was young, the Father went deer hunting every year for a week at a time, right before Thanksgiving. The boy badly wanted to go with him, but was never considered old enough. He saw in his Father’s eyes how much he enjoyed that time, whether it was the actual hunt or the solitary time spent out there in the woods... More
6. Monday Evening LIVE in Theater! by Sigge S. Amdal
A middle-aged, disillusioned, smack-ridden woman in a wheelchair bemoans her disability when the subway seems one step too far. By the touch of a button she whirls off into the distant tunnel like the depart of an ancient ghoul... More
12/05/2007
Milestones and mumblings....
Some milestones for you ;
-This crazy little place called Bedrock turned one month old today.
-This is the 29th post entered in those 31 days.
-My first Visitor’s: Bankwell, NutzFirth, The Wife and BadBlood keep on coming back.
-I’ve managed 360 something unique visitors in that short amount of time.
-Those visitors have created a little over 2800 hits on the site in a month.
-Bedrocks visitor breakdown is pretty eclectic, even by my standards.
-USA - New Zealand -India
-Canada - Japan -Denmark
-UK - Ireland -Italy
-Germany - Sweden
-Australia - Myanmar
-Bedrocks top referrers for the month were; The Wife, Sir Al and the lovely PokerTart.
My utmost appreciation to each of you.
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Now, on to some mumblings ;
My first mumbling….. is to offer everyone a very Happy Hanukkah ! If this is your time, enjoy it and get the most out of it that you can. If this is not something you normally celebrate, WHY NOT ! Everyone I know could use a little more holiday time.
I was chased from the TuckFard Freeroll by Carson’s Mom. I knew she had my made 2-pair killed, as soon as I saw she was holding A-Q as her hole cards. Of course the typical Queen came for her on the river and that was that. My already made two pair with A-8 was junk and I was crippled. I then pushed crap–crap into TotalTilt with less than 5 BB left. The second I saw, “Damn Bam” appear in the chat box, I opened up the SnG’s and typed in “np.” I knew she had the pocket rockets before they flipped up. I don’t win races like that. (mostly ‘cause I don’t usually get into them) I was going to work on my come from behind victories for a bit, since my way ahead strategy seems to leave me more vulnerable to suck outs. But I figure suck outs only happen to good players and I’d rather be on that side myself. Yes indeed Virginia, the really is a grown up Bam-Bam.
With the early freeroll departure, I decided to go to work at the SnG’s and really commit myself to playing as I do. That was a good idea. I had 4 more wins out of the 5 SnG’s I had entered. I bubbled the second game by running K-K into A-A when both of us slow played a flop of A-K-x. I lost to good play. I can live with that too. Combined with a fairly decent showing last night, ( I didn’t play!
Very +EV !) the bankroll is solid enough to stay at the $5.50 level for a little while longer. That makes me pretty happy. I really want to get to the $11.00 level. I see it happening sooner, rather than later.
I finished the piece I was working on and I literally just sent it off to Pauly. We’ll see how that goes. Maybe if it’s half decent to him, I’ll pull one of the other old relics I’ve tossed away out and touch it up a bit too. I love writing and all the frustration that goes with it.
Pebble's seems to be doing just fine. I was amazed by how many out there have contacted me with some form of similar stories or situations. It's freaky that so many that read here, know something of this problem. Not to be mean by any stretch, it makes me feel a little bit better too. I don't feel so "why does this stuff only happen to us" anymore, if you know what I mean?
2 sleeps !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My sincerest thanks for dropping by….
-This crazy little place called Bedrock turned one month old today.
-This is the 29th post entered in those 31 days.
-My first Visitor’s: Bankwell, NutzFirth, The Wife and BadBlood keep on coming back.
-I’ve managed 360 something unique visitors in that short amount of time.
-Those visitors have created a little over 2800 hits on the site in a month.
-Bedrocks visitor breakdown is pretty eclectic, even by my standards.
-USA - New Zealand -India
-Canada - Japan -Denmark
-UK - Ireland -Italy
-Germany - Sweden
-Australia - Myanmar
-Bedrocks top referrers for the month were; The Wife, Sir Al and the lovely PokerTart.
My utmost appreciation to each of you.
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Now, on to some mumblings ;
My first mumbling….. is to offer everyone a very Happy Hanukkah ! If this is your time, enjoy it and get the most out of it that you can. If this is not something you normally celebrate, WHY NOT ! Everyone I know could use a little more holiday time.
I was chased from the TuckFard Freeroll by Carson’s Mom. I knew she had my made 2-pair killed, as soon as I saw she was holding A-Q as her hole cards. Of course the typical Queen came for her on the river and that was that. My already made two pair with A-8 was junk and I was crippled. I then pushed crap–crap into TotalTilt with less than 5 BB left. The second I saw, “Damn Bam” appear in the chat box, I opened up the SnG’s and typed in “np.” I knew she had the pocket rockets before they flipped up. I don’t win races like that. (mostly ‘cause I don’t usually get into them) I was going to work on my come from behind victories for a bit, since my way ahead strategy seems to leave me more vulnerable to suck outs. But I figure suck outs only happen to good players and I’d rather be on that side myself. Yes indeed Virginia, the really is a grown up Bam-Bam.
With the early freeroll departure, I decided to go to work at the SnG’s and really commit myself to playing as I do. That was a good idea. I had 4 more wins out of the 5 SnG’s I had entered. I bubbled the second game by running K-K into A-A when both of us slow played a flop of A-K-x. I lost to good play. I can live with that too. Combined with a fairly decent showing last night, ( I didn’t play!
Very +EV !) the bankroll is solid enough to stay at the $5.50 level for a little while longer. That makes me pretty happy. I really want to get to the $11.00 level. I see it happening sooner, rather than later.
I finished the piece I was working on and I literally just sent it off to Pauly. We’ll see how that goes. Maybe if it’s half decent to him, I’ll pull one of the other old relics I’ve tossed away out and touch it up a bit too. I love writing and all the frustration that goes with it.
Pebble's seems to be doing just fine. I was amazed by how many out there have contacted me with some form of similar stories or situations. It's freaky that so many that read here, know something of this problem. Not to be mean by any stretch, it makes me feel a little bit better too. I don't feel so "why does this stuff only happen to us" anymore, if you know what I mean?
2 sleeps !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My sincerest thanks for dropping by….
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