I know..... Let's play with Kat and Waffles !
( No one ever said I was the sharpest knife in the drawer )
Comment on this entry, and I will:
1. Tell you why I am friends with you.
2. Associate you with something - fandom, a song, a color, a photo, a word etc.
3. Tell you something I like about you.
4. Tell you a memory I have of you.
5. Ask something I’ve always wanted to know about you.
6. In return, you must post this to your own journal/blog.
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Riggstad ;
1) I'm friends with you for no other reason than BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM !!!!!
Well that, and you're kinda like a baby brother I lost a while back and just found again.
2) I will always associate you with Olga. ( 'nuff said! )
3) Your attitude towards just plain having fun can't be beat.
4) Sitting down and shooting the shit for the 46 minutes you weren't dropping $20 bills at an alarming rate a week ago, was a great time!
5) I'm supposed to ask something about you here, but I'd rather do it again at our next get together.
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EVY :
1) I'm friends with you because when I scream "Nice TITS!" in front of a group of friends who want to give me shit, you type in "ain't he a hoot?"
2) I will always associate you with TOP PAIR. ( 'nuff said! )
3) Please refer to #2. ;o)
4) Memory.....Mammory. I ask you, WTF is the diff?
5) When you jump into escape with two feet, is it good for you?
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Kat :
1) Because you're a good friend! Everyone can just feel that in your presence. You are definately one of the good ones, and a there's an aura about you that I want to be part of.
2) Meg Ryan. I love everything about her and for some reason, she pops into my head when I think about you and vice-versa.
3) Dirty girl talk from someone that looks so innocent is soooooooooo HOT !
4) You know it has to be during the game at the Venetian. That was when I first felt your presence. I just turned around, stood up and said, "KAT!"
5) Not fair! I damn well want to know everything about you! Who wouldn't?
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My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
3/01/2008
2/29/2008
Twice the fun, at 1/2 the price....
Since Pebbles and I had already had all of our Anniversary type celebrations taken care of for the night and she was extremely tired from a pretty busy day, I figured I’d jump on-line and see if I could catch the Riverchasers game in time to play. Turn’s out, I had plenty of time. So just like a little green Jedi, register I did!
Well, last night’s Riverchasers game offered up so many challenges, it was just hilarious. To start with, what a starting table! Joining me to start the game were, Al, Waffles, Miami Don, Corron, Katitude, Bayne, LJ, and swimmom. I couldn’t have asked for a better chat group, I can tell you that. As expected, the one, two, three and even four liners, (Waffles!) were rolling like crazy. To add to the fun, Donkette, Zeem and CK were constantly dropping over to add their two cents worth as well. What a hoot!
I had Miami Don to my immediate right, Waffles to my left and Kat to my left +1. When we actually started playing some cards, there was a short run where MD would lead out into my made hands. This was actually kind of funny because I was running into some fairly solid hole cards so I could call or raise at will. Every time we were in a hand together, the flop would just come out so pretty for what I was holding it was sick. (not Astin sick, but sick just the same) On my first BB, I was holding the As-6s and there had only been MD interested by offering up a min. raise. I figured it was well worth seeing the flop with him for that price, so I just called. A flop of 10s-3s-5s was a beautiful sight. MD leads out after a decent pause and I sweated it for a bit before making the call. The turn brought a blank and this time MD just checked. Of course I was going to check here as well! I was hoping for an additional spade on the river so that MD could take a shot at representing the flush and it came. But he didn’t bet out at me as expected. Now I had to figure out a way to get a few more chips into the pot and needed to figure out the right amount to entice a call or even better, a raise from him. The pot was at around 370, so I tossed out 300 hoping for some kind of action. Unfortunately, so began the Bam-Bam bets out and MD folds out part of the evening. Waffles was having fun explaining how “Bam’s training Don,” by the end of the run, when Don released his SB to me for the walk. It was a bit of a sick mini-run with Q-Q x2, K-K x2 and free ride A-rag 2x that just managed to connect to the board somehow. But that was it as far as having Waffles on my side.
We played a couple of hands together, (maybe 5 or 6) and as I reflect back on them, there were certainly no dominant hands or giant stacks of chips, taken off of or by either one of us. We had one hand where something just didn’t feel right in the bet pattern or the cards on board. Right or wrong, (yes Waffles! I know it was wrong) I called the hand down, all the way to the river. This was a case of just wanting to see what he was holding. My cards were crap, but the price was right to get a look at his hand and compare it to how it was played. At first, I couldn’t figure out why the chips were sliding my way. The river hit the 9 high hand I was holding and then Waffles didn’t show. He ranted, (NAT!) he dissected the hand and bets in chat, he mentioned something about my slightly less than equidae and long-eared heritage, but he didn’t show. I found that very interesting. And thus began the ‘slam-Bam-Bam’ campaign that put me in a great mood. There is no one out there that can even come close to Waffles, when it comes to making me laugh at chat comments. Nothing against anyone of my other invisible friends, but when Waffles can make me howl that much and that loud, all while fighting off “the Plague” and a cup of two mixed medicines, come on! It’s not even close. Good lord there was some funny shit typed in that chat box. I consider myself pretty quick, at both the wit and the typing skills. But when Waffles got on a roll last night, so did I. (on the floor that is) All the banter coming in from every direction during that first hour was just hilarious and worth every penny of my $11 as is. Hell, it cost’s me $20 to get into Yuk-Yuk’s and half the times, I don’t even enjoy the comedy! But during the hour, I also took down a few pots and had a slightly better than average stack by break time. I think I was sitting around 9th. or 10th position out of the 39 or 40 that were left.
Apparently the tapes were all reviewed and a flag needed to be thrown on the play! Holy crap did things change fast as far as my choices of starting hands. In that first hour, I played an average of two hands an orbit and we were down to 8 full seats halfway through. I find being able to play 25% of the hands will give you a fair chance to build up your stack if you play it out correctly and hit a card or two when needed. The start to the second hour of play? Well let’s just say I proudly took down a pot and showed my sooted “hammer” pre-flop, because they were the prettiest looking cards I’d seen in the first two orbits. If you can believe it, it only got worse! I was 2-6 off, 3-8 off, 2-9 off’d to death for about 53 minutes straight. I played the crap three times and took down two more pre-flop small pots. I was trying to out-wait RNG and more importantly, SURVIVE! Out-waiting those three clowns while your chips dwindle away, is like watching paint dry on growing grass, while your ex-lover gets to drag their fingernails along a blackboard right beside your ear, while wearing a thong!
(yeah! That’s exactly how it feels as I re-read that)
As we were approaching the final 20-player level, play went on steroids for a bit. There were pushes with A-6 being called by A-J, 3x raises with J-Koff being come over the top of by Acey-Duecey and so on. I was watching in a fair amount of disbelief, as it seemed to become a “push and pray” system being employed all of a sudden. Had this been between a couple of shortys down on their chips as I was, I could have understood the thought process of trying to double up. But it wasn’t! These were stacks of $9,000 to $16,000 going at it pre-flop with those cards! I have no words. Absolutely NO WORDS for what was going on. All I knew was the next half-assed hand I held, I was getting my stack into the mix. Any hand had a chance against these monster stacks willing to double, triple and yes! they quadrupled a short stack up at one point. My best hand in that second hour came in the form of the Kc-Jc with me in the BB and at the 25/400/800 level. I was holding $2445 in chips at the time. I get two limpers and decide to try a raise to $1600 to pot commit myself and hopefully, eliminate one limper so I’m only racing against one other player in the pot. I got the raise from the player I expected it from but not the fold I wanted from the other. I’m all-in anyhow. I did not improve against the A-Qoff but killed the 7-8off from the raiser I was looking for. I go out in 15th. spot and say my good nights.
With the exception of running a little light on the hands for a bit, I had a great night and played some pretty good poker. (don’t listen to Waffles!) It was a mixed bag of fun, drudgery and good friends, (including Waffles!) that was worth the coin and the effort. I don’t really think I can say too much bad about that.
Now I’m off to the 10,000 player free-rolls on both Tilt and Stars! I’ll be multi-tabling up to six tables at a time if I can. I need my practice. Pebbles say’s it’s my turn to play in Kat’s Donkament tonight. It’s been two weeks and I’m obviously going to be out of practice. Hope to see you all there.
My sincerest thanks for dropping by….
Well, last night’s Riverchasers game offered up so many challenges, it was just hilarious. To start with, what a starting table! Joining me to start the game were, Al, Waffles, Miami Don, Corron, Katitude, Bayne, LJ, and swimmom. I couldn’t have asked for a better chat group, I can tell you that. As expected, the one, two, three and even four liners, (Waffles!) were rolling like crazy. To add to the fun, Donkette, Zeem and CK were constantly dropping over to add their two cents worth as well. What a hoot!
I had Miami Don to my immediate right, Waffles to my left and Kat to my left +1. When we actually started playing some cards, there was a short run where MD would lead out into my made hands. This was actually kind of funny because I was running into some fairly solid hole cards so I could call or raise at will. Every time we were in a hand together, the flop would just come out so pretty for what I was holding it was sick. (not Astin sick, but sick just the same) On my first BB, I was holding the As-6s and there had only been MD interested by offering up a min. raise. I figured it was well worth seeing the flop with him for that price, so I just called. A flop of 10s-3s-5s was a beautiful sight. MD leads out after a decent pause and I sweated it for a bit before making the call. The turn brought a blank and this time MD just checked. Of course I was going to check here as well! I was hoping for an additional spade on the river so that MD could take a shot at representing the flush and it came. But he didn’t bet out at me as expected. Now I had to figure out a way to get a few more chips into the pot and needed to figure out the right amount to entice a call or even better, a raise from him. The pot was at around 370, so I tossed out 300 hoping for some kind of action. Unfortunately, so began the Bam-Bam bets out and MD folds out part of the evening. Waffles was having fun explaining how “Bam’s training Don,” by the end of the run, when Don released his SB to me for the walk. It was a bit of a sick mini-run with Q-Q x2, K-K x2 and free ride A-rag 2x that just managed to connect to the board somehow. But that was it as far as having Waffles on my side.
We played a couple of hands together, (maybe 5 or 6) and as I reflect back on them, there were certainly no dominant hands or giant stacks of chips, taken off of or by either one of us. We had one hand where something just didn’t feel right in the bet pattern or the cards on board. Right or wrong, (yes Waffles! I know it was wrong) I called the hand down, all the way to the river. This was a case of just wanting to see what he was holding. My cards were crap, but the price was right to get a look at his hand and compare it to how it was played. At first, I couldn’t figure out why the chips were sliding my way. The river hit the 9 high hand I was holding and then Waffles didn’t show. He ranted, (NAT!) he dissected the hand and bets in chat, he mentioned something about my slightly less than equidae and long-eared heritage, but he didn’t show. I found that very interesting. And thus began the ‘slam-Bam-Bam’ campaign that put me in a great mood. There is no one out there that can even come close to Waffles, when it comes to making me laugh at chat comments. Nothing against anyone of my other invisible friends, but when Waffles can make me howl that much and that loud, all while fighting off “the Plague” and a cup of two mixed medicines, come on! It’s not even close. Good lord there was some funny shit typed in that chat box. I consider myself pretty quick, at both the wit and the typing skills. But when Waffles got on a roll last night, so did I. (on the floor that is) All the banter coming in from every direction during that first hour was just hilarious and worth every penny of my $11 as is. Hell, it cost’s me $20 to get into Yuk-Yuk’s and half the times, I don’t even enjoy the comedy! But during the hour, I also took down a few pots and had a slightly better than average stack by break time. I think I was sitting around 9th. or 10th position out of the 39 or 40 that were left.
Apparently the tapes were all reviewed and a flag needed to be thrown on the play! Holy crap did things change fast as far as my choices of starting hands. In that first hour, I played an average of two hands an orbit and we were down to 8 full seats halfway through. I find being able to play 25% of the hands will give you a fair chance to build up your stack if you play it out correctly and hit a card or two when needed. The start to the second hour of play? Well let’s just say I proudly took down a pot and showed my sooted “hammer” pre-flop, because they were the prettiest looking cards I’d seen in the first two orbits. If you can believe it, it only got worse! I was 2-6 off, 3-8 off, 2-9 off’d to death for about 53 minutes straight. I played the crap three times and took down two more pre-flop small pots. I was trying to out-wait RNG and more importantly, SURVIVE! Out-waiting those three clowns while your chips dwindle away, is like watching paint dry on growing grass, while your ex-lover gets to drag their fingernails along a blackboard right beside your ear, while wearing a thong!
(yeah! That’s exactly how it feels as I re-read that)
As we were approaching the final 20-player level, play went on steroids for a bit. There were pushes with A-6 being called by A-J, 3x raises with J-Koff being come over the top of by Acey-Duecey and so on. I was watching in a fair amount of disbelief, as it seemed to become a “push and pray” system being employed all of a sudden. Had this been between a couple of shortys down on their chips as I was, I could have understood the thought process of trying to double up. But it wasn’t! These were stacks of $9,000 to $16,000 going at it pre-flop with those cards! I have no words. Absolutely NO WORDS for what was going on. All I knew was the next half-assed hand I held, I was getting my stack into the mix. Any hand had a chance against these monster stacks willing to double, triple and yes! they quadrupled a short stack up at one point. My best hand in that second hour came in the form of the Kc-Jc with me in the BB and at the 25/400/800 level. I was holding $2445 in chips at the time. I get two limpers and decide to try a raise to $1600 to pot commit myself and hopefully, eliminate one limper so I’m only racing against one other player in the pot. I got the raise from the player I expected it from but not the fold I wanted from the other. I’m all-in anyhow. I did not improve against the A-Qoff but killed the 7-8off from the raiser I was looking for. I go out in 15th. spot and say my good nights.
With the exception of running a little light on the hands for a bit, I had a great night and played some pretty good poker. (don’t listen to Waffles!) It was a mixed bag of fun, drudgery and good friends, (including Waffles!) that was worth the coin and the effort. I don’t really think I can say too much bad about that.
Now I’m off to the 10,000 player free-rolls on both Tilt and Stars! I’ll be multi-tabling up to six tables at a time if I can. I need my practice. Pebbles say’s it’s my turn to play in Kat’s Donkament tonight. It’s been two weeks and I’m obviously going to be out of practice. Hope to see you all there.
My sincerest thanks for dropping by….
2/28/2008
Truly meant for one, but willing to share (part II) ....
This morning as I made my way out of the bedroom with my usual kiss on your forehead and an "I love you with all that I am," to my own sleeping beauty, it donned on me how fast time has flown by of late. So many things have gone on and so much has changed over the last four years. Now I know we've been together for a lot longer than that, but it was four years ago on this very day, that you looked me in the eyes and said, "I do."
Although smiles obviously exsisted before that moment, none felt the way that they have ever since. I can say with heartfelt certainty, that smiles before "I do," were something I'd never noticed as 'visible' in a mirror or photograph, for sure. Whereas now, they are something of a regular occurence in these old grey eyes, as they occasionally take the time to look upon themselves.
Laughter before that moment meant I was having a good time, or perhaps I'd liked what I'd heard in the way of a joke. Now laughter simply means we're together.
Before "I do," comfort was a way to describe a particular body position, or my favorite food on my favorite chair. Now comfort means nothing but I am at your side.
Togetherness always meant that we'd get with the gang and have a lot of fun before "I do." Now it represents the fact that I am totally incapable of being together with you, without some form of physical contact.
Before "I do," wonderment was a phrase over used and quite possibly, over rated. Now it's the very essence of seeing you for the first time, everytime. No matter the timeframe apart or the location of the sighting.
Beauty back then, only exsisted from the first moment I laid eyes on you. Since "I do," I have felt it's draw on me even stronger, each and every time I see you again.
Lust before, "I do," was merely a thought in my head as my eyes met yours. Now it is the hunger for your presence when I am without you, and the desire for your touch when I know there is no way for it to be possible. It then grows wildly and out of control until finally, it becomes a state of hunger that can only be satisfied by some form of contact with you.
Before "I do," desire was what I felt when there was something I thought I wanted or had to have. Since those two small words, desire has become a drive within me to please you. This urge lives strong in my heart and will not subside throughout any passing of time.
Before "I do," we were a couple on the way to the altar, after 8 wonderful years of learning what makes each other tick. In the four years since "I do," we've become one in the understanding and acceptance of what it is that makes each other tick.
Not surprisingly my love, I've found that it is you and you alone, that can keep this ticking within my very being.
Happy Anniversary my lover, my best friend, my soul mate and my wife.
Please know that two things shall forever remain the same. Three simple rules that we share, and the fact that I do now and shall always, love you with all that I am....
Although smiles obviously exsisted before that moment, none felt the way that they have ever since. I can say with heartfelt certainty, that smiles before "I do," were something I'd never noticed as 'visible' in a mirror or photograph, for sure. Whereas now, they are something of a regular occurence in these old grey eyes, as they occasionally take the time to look upon themselves.
Laughter before that moment meant I was having a good time, or perhaps I'd liked what I'd heard in the way of a joke. Now laughter simply means we're together.
Before "I do," comfort was a way to describe a particular body position, or my favorite food on my favorite chair. Now comfort means nothing but I am at your side.
Togetherness always meant that we'd get with the gang and have a lot of fun before "I do." Now it represents the fact that I am totally incapable of being together with you, without some form of physical contact.
Before "I do," wonderment was a phrase over used and quite possibly, over rated. Now it's the very essence of seeing you for the first time, everytime. No matter the timeframe apart or the location of the sighting.
Beauty back then, only exsisted from the first moment I laid eyes on you. Since "I do," I have felt it's draw on me even stronger, each and every time I see you again.
Lust before, "I do," was merely a thought in my head as my eyes met yours. Now it is the hunger for your presence when I am without you, and the desire for your touch when I know there is no way for it to be possible. It then grows wildly and out of control until finally, it becomes a state of hunger that can only be satisfied by some form of contact with you.
Before "I do," desire was what I felt when there was something I thought I wanted or had to have. Since those two small words, desire has become a drive within me to please you. This urge lives strong in my heart and will not subside throughout any passing of time.
Before "I do," we were a couple on the way to the altar, after 8 wonderful years of learning what makes each other tick. In the four years since "I do," we've become one in the understanding and acceptance of what it is that makes each other tick.
Not surprisingly my love, I've found that it is you and you alone, that can keep this ticking within my very being.
Happy Anniversary my lover, my best friend, my soul mate and my wife.
Please know that two things shall forever remain the same. Three simple rules that we share, and the fact that I do now and shall always, love you with all that I am....
2/27/2008
Is ours to reason why ........
I'm gonna cover a bit of ground here so decide now, go for the ride or walk away.
I'll wait, while you decide...................
OK !
Astin's invitation to dinner in his home, open to 20 basically complete strangers needs some serious thought. I've always said, "I'd do anything for my invisibles." I say that because I get the feeling that it was a reciprical thing. I can't help but wonder why? I've learnt as I've met more and more of them, that I am correct in my assumption. Meeting my invisibles one by one, I've come to the conclusion that I have a pretty good read, on the bloggers that I read. It's also becoming abundently clear, that I read them for a damn good reason. I know you'll hear this, (I guess I should say read) almost everywhere you go in blogdem but, we're a damn fine community!
Anyways, back to Astin's offer. I basically challenged Astin to make me a meal. Actually, I think my exact words when telling Kat that Peb's and I would be making EH-Vegas were, "Dinner at Astin's? How can we refuse that?" This was well ahead of any dinner plans that included poor Astin working his ass off for us to come and invade his home. But he took it all in stride and made us welcome. Not to mention, full of some of the best Elk roast I think I've ever had. I can't help but wonder why he'd do that?
Kat likes to sluff off our gratitude for getting everyone together for a great weekend by saying, "It was purely selfish on my part. I just needed a way to break my Winter blahs." or something along those lines. But in actual fact she did a crap-load of work to get us all together, so we could have a great time. I can't help but wonder why?
A couple of goofs drove up from PA to partake in the EH-Vegas experience. They not only did this in the middle of February, while the Eastern Seaboard was under a severe weather alert, they decided it would be great to stop along the way and pick up another couple of bloggers and bring them along for the ride. It was barely out of their way to make the stop after all. RIGHT ! But they did make the detour and they did get one little-yellow-different blogger to come along for the trip. I look at this incredible young lady, and I can't help but wonder why she'd want to make the trip? The other? Well the other couldn't make the rendevous with the man-truck because of that severe weather. That would be the end of that in the "normal" world, don't you think? I do. I can't help but wonder why, IronGirl would figure out a way to drive through all of the issues she was presented with, just to make it up in time for 24 hours with us degenerate types. I guess I should also look at why two goofs from PA would make that extra effort to get their passenger home safe and sound as well. I look at what they did, and I just can't help wonder why?
I have a friend I've never met. I have been fortunate enough to not only have met his wife, but have held her in my arms for an extrodinairily long hug. This friend is someone that has a persona that draws me in with every read. In this case I see some incredible similarities to my own self-being. Yet that draw that say's I have to sit down and discuss everything with him is so powerful, that I know I'm going to make it happen. I can't help but wonder why.
There's another invisible that I know I'm going to spend some time on the course with, I just don't know exactly when and where yet. It's definately going to happen, if I have anything to say about it. I just can't help but wonder why it's so important to me?
One thing that draws me to brudder Carson is, he's not really my brother! But it feels like he is. In actual fact, he's more like family to me, than almost any of my blood family. I look at the things we do, the things we say and I look at everything involved in our relationship. We can be pretty good to each other, where an e-mail or conversation can make the difference in how a day is remembered. We can also be fairly hard on each other, where the truth may friggin' hurt but you know what? It's the truth, so suck it up and move on by learning from it. But even when I look at all the factors, I can't help but wonder what it was that ensured we'd be drawn together for the rest of our lives?
The same goes for DonKaaa. We've been friends for longer than either us of would care to admit. Well actually, I'm an old fuck and I don't give a rat's ass. DonKaaa on the other hand, is in the prime of his life. Both himself personally and with his young but ever developing and beautiful family. We were initially drawn together from our love of competition. No one can bring the best and worst out of me, like Donkaaa. We come from completely different worlds and we share some 22 dozen common loves. But I can't help but wonder why it is that we're damn near inseperable, once put together in any environment.
I have a friend that was invisible for a great deal of time. We had an opportunity to actually meet face to face back in December. Many different factors made it difficult for us to get all of the time I wanted over that period of one weekend, to spend a lot of quality time together. We ended up with about 20 seconds. But I'll tell you something. It was the best 20 seconds of that weekend. I can't help but wonder why?
I now have an invisible friend in need. Well actually, this friend I have met. I think we once spent 36 seconds talking, and about another 13 seconds posing for a picture. His need is not really that great though, from my perspective. He just needs help deciding where to re-locate his entire life and family. In my books, he's already made the tough decision by deciding to do it! I just want to be a friend and help in any way I can. Looking back at our grand total of what? 49 seconds face-to-face, I can't help but wonder why I need, (and yes, it's a gut wrenching need) to make sure it goes as smooth as possible for this friend. Again, I know I'll be as much help as this friend will allow me to be. I just can't help but wonder why?
It's a strange and tangled web this blogger world has woven for all of us. Perhaps ours really is, "not to reason why." Perhaps ours is to find out how?
How can we make the most of every situation we face, with whomever we're fortunate enough to face it with? Perhaps our need to reason why, needs to be replaced with the joy of the situation at hand? Maybe we're supposed to trust and help those we barely know? Perhaps that's why things like poker blogs were created in the first place?
I know I haven't got a clue what the real answer is here. But after everything that I've been fortunate enough to experience from this little poker blogger world, I think I'll stop reasoning why. I think I'll start saying thanks instead.
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
I'll wait, while you decide...................
OK !
Astin's invitation to dinner in his home, open to 20 basically complete strangers needs some serious thought. I've always said, "I'd do anything for my invisibles." I say that because I get the feeling that it was a reciprical thing. I can't help but wonder why? I've learnt as I've met more and more of them, that I am correct in my assumption. Meeting my invisibles one by one, I've come to the conclusion that I have a pretty good read, on the bloggers that I read. It's also becoming abundently clear, that I read them for a damn good reason. I know you'll hear this, (I guess I should say read) almost everywhere you go in blogdem but, we're a damn fine community!
Anyways, back to Astin's offer. I basically challenged Astin to make me a meal. Actually, I think my exact words when telling Kat that Peb's and I would be making EH-Vegas were, "Dinner at Astin's? How can we refuse that?" This was well ahead of any dinner plans that included poor Astin working his ass off for us to come and invade his home. But he took it all in stride and made us welcome. Not to mention, full of some of the best Elk roast I think I've ever had. I can't help but wonder why he'd do that?
Kat likes to sluff off our gratitude for getting everyone together for a great weekend by saying, "It was purely selfish on my part. I just needed a way to break my Winter blahs." or something along those lines. But in actual fact she did a crap-load of work to get us all together, so we could have a great time. I can't help but wonder why?
A couple of goofs drove up from PA to partake in the EH-Vegas experience. They not only did this in the middle of February, while the Eastern Seaboard was under a severe weather alert, they decided it would be great to stop along the way and pick up another couple of bloggers and bring them along for the ride. It was barely out of their way to make the stop after all. RIGHT ! But they did make the detour and they did get one little-yellow-different blogger to come along for the trip. I look at this incredible young lady, and I can't help but wonder why she'd want to make the trip? The other? Well the other couldn't make the rendevous with the man-truck because of that severe weather. That would be the end of that in the "normal" world, don't you think? I do. I can't help but wonder why, IronGirl would figure out a way to drive through all of the issues she was presented with, just to make it up in time for 24 hours with us degenerate types. I guess I should also look at why two goofs from PA would make that extra effort to get their passenger home safe and sound as well. I look at what they did, and I just can't help wonder why?
I have a friend I've never met. I have been fortunate enough to not only have met his wife, but have held her in my arms for an extrodinairily long hug. This friend is someone that has a persona that draws me in with every read. In this case I see some incredible similarities to my own self-being. Yet that draw that say's I have to sit down and discuss everything with him is so powerful, that I know I'm going to make it happen. I can't help but wonder why.
There's another invisible that I know I'm going to spend some time on the course with, I just don't know exactly when and where yet. It's definately going to happen, if I have anything to say about it. I just can't help but wonder why it's so important to me?
One thing that draws me to brudder Carson is, he's not really my brother! But it feels like he is. In actual fact, he's more like family to me, than almost any of my blood family. I look at the things we do, the things we say and I look at everything involved in our relationship. We can be pretty good to each other, where an e-mail or conversation can make the difference in how a day is remembered. We can also be fairly hard on each other, where the truth may friggin' hurt but you know what? It's the truth, so suck it up and move on by learning from it. But even when I look at all the factors, I can't help but wonder what it was that ensured we'd be drawn together for the rest of our lives?
The same goes for DonKaaa. We've been friends for longer than either us of would care to admit. Well actually, I'm an old fuck and I don't give a rat's ass. DonKaaa on the other hand, is in the prime of his life. Both himself personally and with his young but ever developing and beautiful family. We were initially drawn together from our love of competition. No one can bring the best and worst out of me, like Donkaaa. We come from completely different worlds and we share some 22 dozen common loves. But I can't help but wonder why it is that we're damn near inseperable, once put together in any environment.
I have a friend that was invisible for a great deal of time. We had an opportunity to actually meet face to face back in December. Many different factors made it difficult for us to get all of the time I wanted over that period of one weekend, to spend a lot of quality time together. We ended up with about 20 seconds. But I'll tell you something. It was the best 20 seconds of that weekend. I can't help but wonder why?
I now have an invisible friend in need. Well actually, this friend I have met. I think we once spent 36 seconds talking, and about another 13 seconds posing for a picture. His need is not really that great though, from my perspective. He just needs help deciding where to re-locate his entire life and family. In my books, he's already made the tough decision by deciding to do it! I just want to be a friend and help in any way I can. Looking back at our grand total of what? 49 seconds face-to-face, I can't help but wonder why I need, (and yes, it's a gut wrenching need) to make sure it goes as smooth as possible for this friend. Again, I know I'll be as much help as this friend will allow me to be. I just can't help but wonder why?
It's a strange and tangled web this blogger world has woven for all of us. Perhaps ours really is, "not to reason why." Perhaps ours is to find out how?
How can we make the most of every situation we face, with whomever we're fortunate enough to face it with? Perhaps our need to reason why, needs to be replaced with the joy of the situation at hand? Maybe we're supposed to trust and help those we barely know? Perhaps that's why things like poker blogs were created in the first place?
I know I haven't got a clue what the real answer is here. But after everything that I've been fortunate enough to experience from this little poker blogger world, I think I'll stop reasoning why. I think I'll start saying thanks instead.
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
2/26/2008
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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There's a new banner there. --------------------------------------->
There's a big banner here.
And all the facts can be found HERE !
Get wound up Blogger types!
If you don't know about this already, I say walk away now!
That leaves way more chances for those of us who do!
It's the BBT3 and it's going to last three long months and include the monthy Blogger Big Game, the MATH, Blogger Skill Series, the Mookie and the Riverchaser games.
All proof positive that one of these guy's, knows what the hell he's doing!( and it sure as hell ain't the one on the left! )
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
There's a new banner there. --------------------------------------->
There's a big banner here.
And all the facts can be found HERE !
Get wound up Blogger types!
If you don't know about this already, I say walk away now!
That leaves way more chances for those of us who do!
It's the BBT3 and it's going to last three long months and include the monthy Blogger Big Game, the MATH, Blogger Skill Series, the Mookie and the Riverchaser games.
All proof positive that one of these guy's, knows what the hell he's doing!( and it sure as hell ain't the one on the left! )
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
2/25/2008
The Good, The Bad & The Ugly............. or, 36 hours through the eyes of a drunk....
The Good –
No big surprise here. Riggs did not disappoint. The man is everything I imagined my good friend would be and at times along the way, it was like I’d known him my entire life. From the first “BOOOOM !!” to the last “BAM-BAM” there were an awful lot of laughs shared between us. Saturday EH-fternoon, we sat together and discussed damn near anything. All culminating with the ultimate conclusions that, we both “like drunk girls,” and if you put Riggs and I in a bar with 20 fully naked women, he and I will always be the ones that fall for the ½ dressed waitress! I am so glad that we got to meet face to face. Like I said about Al after Vegas, I sincerely hope this won’t be our last get together, because I can’t wait for the next time. (I’ll try and stay, “semi-sober” for that)
Al is Al and you always know what you’re going to get. While checking out the EH-fternoon shift, we listened to some stories told by Al that had us practically rolling in the aisles. After spending such a short time with him back in December, I am truly thrilled to have had so much more time with him this weekend. It’s just great times with a great guy! I consider it a wonderful honour to have been able to steal a few extra hours with Al over the weekend. Cheers ! Every serious effort will go into me making the trip to “The Bash.” (I’ll try and stay, “semi-sober” for that)
What an absolute pleasure it was to grab IG and just hug the hell out of her. I would just walk by and grab her for a hug, and she never complained about it once. (to me anyhow ;o) ) IG is a wonderful young lady, who I truly can’t wait to see again. Reading her posts now, will take on new meaning for sure. Being able to put the person behind the writing as you read, makes the writing all the much the better. Cyber hugs will have to do for a while now. I just hope it’s not too long!
(I’ll try and stay, “semi-sober” for that)
The B.W.o.P. is not only beautiful and intelligent, but lord what a sense of humour! It was so much fun sitting back and watching her interact with a crowd. She was never at a loss for just the right thing to say and usually, she had everyone splitting a gut at just the right time. We also shared a moment, (and a dancer) late Friday night. Despite my efforts to gift her with just the right girl and then walk away, she dragged me back to share in the experience and I’ll always remember that. Someday soon, I hope we can share again. (I’ll try and stay, “semi-sober” for that)
Astin, WHAT A MEAL !!!!! This fine gentleman welcomed all of us into his home and put together an incredible spread. He had to have been working for hours to put together such an amazing meal. About 24 hours after this whole mess got started and the laughter was as raucous as ever, you could hear a pin drop during dinner. You know something must be pretty damn special, if you can get 18 Bloggers to shut the hell up for any length of time! We also had several discussions on various topics that I am very grateful for. It was my pleasure Sir!
PokerTart, there is almost nothing that I can put down in words, that will express how much I love the Yummy-Mommy! Seeing her and Banky again is just one of those moments when, all is right in the world. I didn’t get the “Baby kick on demand” that I was hoping for but then again, I got the hug and smile that just make me melt, every single time it happens.
Joanada and I did not get to spend a ton of time together one on one. That is totally understandable, as she is a treat to be with. Getting in line when I could, I tried to at least listen to what was going on in the crowd around her.
Our Hostess was definitely THE MOSTEST !! My darling Kat is everything anyone could ever want in a friend, and more! MUCH MORE! I could write pages and pages after just this one weekend. Suffice it to say, I love Kat! She’s so very special to be around and will light up any room with nothing more than her presence. I am thrilled to have had the pleasure of seeing her again. If you ever need anything Kat hun, (with the exception of helping you bring chairs over to Astin’s! I just got that message yesterday afternoon, by the way. Weird!) I will always try to be there for you. You’re just the best! (I’ll also try and stay, “semi-sober” for that)
Hunny-Bunny showed up for dinner with us on Friday night. What a special treat that was! In particular, knowing the kind of day he had on the go and that he still made the effort to be there. A doff’ of the cap Sir! It was my please to have gotten to know a little bit about you.
Then there were the regular kids, all running about town like a bunch of Tuckfards! Having Carson, DonKaaa, Suzy_Q and QueenK make the trip down this weekend and sharing the experience, well it meant the world to me. I was crushed as only Peb's and I could make the trip to Vegas last December. Having a good part of the TuckFard gang represent in EH-Vegas, just made it an even better trip. That's what they do, make things better and I'm damn lucky to know each and every one of them. Even young Matty made the trek down for the Saturday night game. More on him later.
Also good, experiencing getting kicked out of our room because of noise complaints from the neighbours. We used the Pebbles & Bam-Bam temporary cave as the central meeting point upon arrival for the weekend. We tried to have a little something for everyone as a welcome to EH-Vegas salute. It’s been forever since I’ve had that much fun with some hotel security. From the fact that they thought those two particular guy’s were going to be able provide effective “crowd control,” for the mess that was in our room at the time. To having one of them basically laugh all the way through the process was well, just a total scream. I still remember that little, ‘pffffff’ noise that young kid made trying not to laugh, every time I answered a question from ‘Mr. Serious’ the ‘bad-cop.’
The Bad !
The poker game can be broken down into three basic items for me.
1) Not knowing Astin’s live game at all, I made a read that was completely wrong for the situation. I was convinced his move into me, was a steal attempt. He’s a very self- confident young man, and he should be for many a good reason. I read what appeared to be, “advertised” strength into his posture. It was most likely because he was thinking, “Go ahead Donkey, make the call!” I was a Donkey and read it as his protection of weakness. I called his J-J with my 3-3 and unfortunately, I got lucky and hit the set.
2) My next great read was on a known player, (and eventual winner) young Matty TuckFard. Man did he out-play me here. I had lots of time to assess what I thought he might be holding, and I came up with a weak ace. Matty changed his posture, his expressions and even more importantly, his regular pattern for this one hand. He’s always had a pattern and it’s one of the reasons he’s so difficult to be very accurate against. I read his behavior as week and ran an un-suited big-slick into his pocket 10’s. I did not improve this time.
3) Finally as the blinds crept up and my stack dwindled away due to it, in my SB with no action coming around to me at all, I decided to take a chance and try to steal Kat’s BB. I pushed with 9-10 figuring it wasn’t the worst hand in the world if I got caught. I did get caught! Kat and I raced with my 9-10 up against her 10-J. Once again, no help for me and I finish the event in 7th. place.
I took some pots, I made some moves, I lost some pots, and I got caught on a move by someone else that was willing to race. More correctly, poker happened.
And now, The Ugly!
I basically spent 36 straight hours, plastered out of my tree. What a stupid waste of good times and even worse, really good friends. I feel like an Ass because quite frankly, there are times I don’t remember. That is so not like me. In fact, I don’t think anyone got even remotely close to actually seeing the real me. Yes there were spits and starts where I may have been able to put two or more coherent sentences together, but they must have been pretty damn few and far between. From 4:00pm Friday to 4:00am Sunday, I’m not sure that I even had a clue who I was.
I over did it HUGE and I sincerely apologize right here and right now, to anyone who may have felt embarrassed, upset or dissapointed to have been in my company for any portion of that 36 hour timeframe. It’s really not like me to get that over-the-top at all. I just let the extra good time’s, carry me away into a drunken stupor from which there was no return. Please understand that I am not asking for your understanding, forgiveness or any other consoling on the issue. It’s me that wasted my time with each one of you and since these opportunities come so far and few between these days, I’m clearly an idiot for that. What a waste of a fantastic opportunity to be with a great group by me.
Many thanks and apologies, to those of you that made it such a great weekend for me! I only wish I could say that I may have re-paid the favour. However, I doubt it very much!
My sincerest thanks for dropping by….
No big surprise here. Riggs did not disappoint. The man is everything I imagined my good friend would be and at times along the way, it was like I’d known him my entire life. From the first “BOOOOM !!” to the last “BAM-BAM” there were an awful lot of laughs shared between us. Saturday EH-fternoon, we sat together and discussed damn near anything. All culminating with the ultimate conclusions that, we both “like drunk girls,” and if you put Riggs and I in a bar with 20 fully naked women, he and I will always be the ones that fall for the ½ dressed waitress! I am so glad that we got to meet face to face. Like I said about Al after Vegas, I sincerely hope this won’t be our last get together, because I can’t wait for the next time. (I’ll try and stay, “semi-sober” for that)
Al is Al and you always know what you’re going to get. While checking out the EH-fternoon shift, we listened to some stories told by Al that had us practically rolling in the aisles. After spending such a short time with him back in December, I am truly thrilled to have had so much more time with him this weekend. It’s just great times with a great guy! I consider it a wonderful honour to have been able to steal a few extra hours with Al over the weekend. Cheers ! Every serious effort will go into me making the trip to “The Bash.” (I’ll try and stay, “semi-sober” for that)
What an absolute pleasure it was to grab IG and just hug the hell out of her. I would just walk by and grab her for a hug, and she never complained about it once. (to me anyhow ;o) ) IG is a wonderful young lady, who I truly can’t wait to see again. Reading her posts now, will take on new meaning for sure. Being able to put the person behind the writing as you read, makes the writing all the much the better. Cyber hugs will have to do for a while now. I just hope it’s not too long!
(I’ll try and stay, “semi-sober” for that)
The B.W.o.P. is not only beautiful and intelligent, but lord what a sense of humour! It was so much fun sitting back and watching her interact with a crowd. She was never at a loss for just the right thing to say and usually, she had everyone splitting a gut at just the right time. We also shared a moment, (and a dancer) late Friday night. Despite my efforts to gift her with just the right girl and then walk away, she dragged me back to share in the experience and I’ll always remember that. Someday soon, I hope we can share again. (I’ll try and stay, “semi-sober” for that)
Astin, WHAT A MEAL !!!!! This fine gentleman welcomed all of us into his home and put together an incredible spread. He had to have been working for hours to put together such an amazing meal. About 24 hours after this whole mess got started and the laughter was as raucous as ever, you could hear a pin drop during dinner. You know something must be pretty damn special, if you can get 18 Bloggers to shut the hell up for any length of time! We also had several discussions on various topics that I am very grateful for. It was my pleasure Sir!
PokerTart, there is almost nothing that I can put down in words, that will express how much I love the Yummy-Mommy! Seeing her and Banky again is just one of those moments when, all is right in the world. I didn’t get the “Baby kick on demand” that I was hoping for but then again, I got the hug and smile that just make me melt, every single time it happens.
Joanada and I did not get to spend a ton of time together one on one. That is totally understandable, as she is a treat to be with. Getting in line when I could, I tried to at least listen to what was going on in the crowd around her.
Our Hostess was definitely THE MOSTEST !! My darling Kat is everything anyone could ever want in a friend, and more! MUCH MORE! I could write pages and pages after just this one weekend. Suffice it to say, I love Kat! She’s so very special to be around and will light up any room with nothing more than her presence. I am thrilled to have had the pleasure of seeing her again. If you ever need anything Kat hun, (with the exception of helping you bring chairs over to Astin’s! I just got that message yesterday afternoon, by the way. Weird!) I will always try to be there for you. You’re just the best! (I’ll also try and stay, “semi-sober” for that)
Hunny-Bunny showed up for dinner with us on Friday night. What a special treat that was! In particular, knowing the kind of day he had on the go and that he still made the effort to be there. A doff’ of the cap Sir! It was my please to have gotten to know a little bit about you.
Then there were the regular kids, all running about town like a bunch of Tuckfards! Having Carson, DonKaaa, Suzy_Q and QueenK make the trip down this weekend and sharing the experience, well it meant the world to me. I was crushed as only Peb's and I could make the trip to Vegas last December. Having a good part of the TuckFard gang represent in EH-Vegas, just made it an even better trip. That's what they do, make things better and I'm damn lucky to know each and every one of them. Even young Matty made the trek down for the Saturday night game. More on him later.
Also good, experiencing getting kicked out of our room because of noise complaints from the neighbours. We used the Pebbles & Bam-Bam temporary cave as the central meeting point upon arrival for the weekend. We tried to have a little something for everyone as a welcome to EH-Vegas salute. It’s been forever since I’ve had that much fun with some hotel security. From the fact that they thought those two particular guy’s were going to be able provide effective “crowd control,” for the mess that was in our room at the time. To having one of them basically laugh all the way through the process was well, just a total scream. I still remember that little, ‘pffffff’ noise that young kid made trying not to laugh, every time I answered a question from ‘Mr. Serious’ the ‘bad-cop.’
The Bad !
The poker game can be broken down into three basic items for me.
1) Not knowing Astin’s live game at all, I made a read that was completely wrong for the situation. I was convinced his move into me, was a steal attempt. He’s a very self- confident young man, and he should be for many a good reason. I read what appeared to be, “advertised” strength into his posture. It was most likely because he was thinking, “Go ahead Donkey, make the call!” I was a Donkey and read it as his protection of weakness. I called his J-J with my 3-3 and unfortunately, I got lucky and hit the set.
2) My next great read was on a known player, (and eventual winner) young Matty TuckFard. Man did he out-play me here. I had lots of time to assess what I thought he might be holding, and I came up with a weak ace. Matty changed his posture, his expressions and even more importantly, his regular pattern for this one hand. He’s always had a pattern and it’s one of the reasons he’s so difficult to be very accurate against. I read his behavior as week and ran an un-suited big-slick into his pocket 10’s. I did not improve this time.
3) Finally as the blinds crept up and my stack dwindled away due to it, in my SB with no action coming around to me at all, I decided to take a chance and try to steal Kat’s BB. I pushed with 9-10 figuring it wasn’t the worst hand in the world if I got caught. I did get caught! Kat and I raced with my 9-10 up against her 10-J. Once again, no help for me and I finish the event in 7th. place.
I took some pots, I made some moves, I lost some pots, and I got caught on a move by someone else that was willing to race. More correctly, poker happened.
And now, The Ugly!
I basically spent 36 straight hours, plastered out of my tree. What a stupid waste of good times and even worse, really good friends. I feel like an Ass because quite frankly, there are times I don’t remember. That is so not like me. In fact, I don’t think anyone got even remotely close to actually seeing the real me. Yes there were spits and starts where I may have been able to put two or more coherent sentences together, but they must have been pretty damn few and far between. From 4:00pm Friday to 4:00am Sunday, I’m not sure that I even had a clue who I was.
I over did it HUGE and I sincerely apologize right here and right now, to anyone who may have felt embarrassed, upset or dissapointed to have been in my company for any portion of that 36 hour timeframe. It’s really not like me to get that over-the-top at all. I just let the extra good time’s, carry me away into a drunken stupor from which there was no return. Please understand that I am not asking for your understanding, forgiveness or any other consoling on the issue. It’s me that wasted my time with each one of you and since these opportunities come so far and few between these days, I’m clearly an idiot for that. What a waste of a fantastic opportunity to be with a great group by me.
Many thanks and apologies, to those of you that made it such a great weekend for me! I only wish I could say that I may have re-paid the favour. However, I doubt it very much!
My sincerest thanks for dropping by….
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