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Frantic Friday : Back to Back(sides) Edition.... [NSFW]

Since my back and I can't agree on anything comfortable at all, I'll just stay parked on my azz until it can make some kind of decision and stick to it. I swear, my back is one of "those" Females! You know the one? She loves the Blue Dress but then sees it in Red and you just know that there will be hours out of your life that you will never get back, as she decides on which one she likes better.

Thankfully, I no longer know "that" Female, but my back is getting dangerously close to that stupid character trait!

So since we're talking about backs and Females, today we should come to terms with one of the most important laws of any descent Frantic Friday.

I don't think it can be said any better than that, do you? I mean, guy's like us go looking for a nice piece of :

when we start realizing, we have to be honest with ourselves. We really need to take a good look in the :

and see what we can do to offer up a little something of our own, to the ladies that we're after.

Maybe we could do something about that :

we've managed to let go a little too long. It shouldn't take too much to make it go away should it?

Maybe we could combine the excersise with our love of azz and kill two birds with one stone?

NAH ! With our luck, they'd all end up being :

But wait! If they were, maybe they'd let us offer up a :

or dare I say :

Who knows? Maybe if we get involved even in the smallest of ways with these girls, we might find ourselves that one very special piece of :

I mean, it could happen.... right?

Picture this if you can. You're just sitting there on the bed, when there's a knock at the door. You open it and find a :

with some really sweet :

but even better, she's got some well defined :

Naturally, she's wearing some really sexy :

and all you can think about is, what a :

But being the guy you are, something just hits you like :

and you suddenly can't control your inner :

Because it's always been :

of your's, you go and screw up a perfectly good :

by bringing up :


You went and pretty much ruined any chance you were ever going to have, of tapping that :

Now all that's left to you is some Donkey :

'cause that piece of :

that you just about had, just threw your :

ass, a full on :

Dude! You went and did it and now, she be done with you!

All you can do now is try and :

when you'll get another :

from another fine young lass, with her beautiful and :

that can drive any man to :

For now my friend, I highly recommend you stick to what you know best. You keep watching all those :

you've downloaded links to, and I'll go back to playing my new favorite game until your ready.

I'll tell you one thing, this new :

sure has kept me hopping of late! Maybe that helps explain how come my back hurts so much lately?

NAH, can't be !!!

My sincerest thanks for dropping by....

A game for you....

The back's killing me, so I got nothing for you here.

But I don't want to leave you with absolutely nothing, so I suggest
you go HERE and play a fun guessing game with The Doc.

My sincerest thanks for dropping by....


Brought to you by the letter D....

Down for the count.

Late yesterday afternoon while reaching around behind me for a file folder of information that I needed to update a customer, I suddenly found myself face down on the floor and in excruciating pain. There was no doubt about it, I'd just popped something in my upper back. Fourth time this has happened to me that it's literally, brought me to the ground.

Just brutal!

= = = = =

Disappointment, total and utter disappointment!

I signed up for the Skillz game last night and think I had every reason to be very optimistic about taking it down. The game was 7 card STUD, a game that I've already had three Skillz victories at before. Without a shadow of a doubt, that would be my best shot at a T.O.C. seat during the BBT4. And as most of you know, that means it is my entire BBT! Unlike the NLHE regulars, I'm fighting for the T.O.C. seat and will consider the BBT a success, if I get one. I know I'm not good enough yet to take one down with a NLHE win, so I know I have to do what I can to use my advantage during cems Skillz series to get it done.

When I took my seat 15 minutes before game time, I knew there was no way my back was going to take that position for any amount of time. I tried three different chairs and several types of pillow/chair combinations, it just wasn't happening. I needed to be at rest and on my back. My best shot at a BBT4 T.O.C. seat would have to wait. I logged out and signed off knowing how big the opportunity was, that I was going to have to miss.

I see Lightning ran deep in fact, all the way to heads up. Congrats on the great run! That should really come as no surprise to anyone that's played in the last few STUD format games with him and, I honestly had a feeling you'd be the competition in the game last night. Well done and GG.

= = = = =

Delight! Just incredible happiness and delight for a friend.

One of my "invisibles" has done a pretty amazing job of a project that he's been working on. I've felt incredibly fortunate to have been kept in the loop with what he's doing as well! It's really an incredible idea and I always try to let him know how proud he should be of his work.

But deep down, Amir is still a Poker player first. You can tell it in his words, his actions and definitely, you can tell it in his play. My friend Amir has obviously had some respectable success in the few live events he's entered for sure but lately, Amir has been discussing his on-line play and successes with me as well.

The fine folks over at the now more beautiful than ever PokerStarsBlog, did a great job of recapping Amir's second place finish for $142,970.07 in this past Sunday's PokerStars Sunday Millions.

WooooOOOOOooooT !!!!!!!

I've already told Amir how proud I am of him for running so deep in a quality field such as that. He also knows how good he should feel about a 39th. place finish in the WPT's BAY101. I just thought I'd share my pride in his success' with all of my other "invisibles" as well.

Now to get some extra strength muscle relaxants and go completely comatose for 72 hours or so.

See you on the other side kids.

My sincerest thanks for dropping by....


Just Lovin' the Ladies....

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

BUT !!!!!!


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My sincerest thanks for dropping by....

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

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

I'll be your Huckleberry....

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Go ahead! Insert random Donkey comments here]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I stacked another pot of chips.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My sincerest thanks for dropping by....