Monday, September 24, 2007

Better Then Counting Sheep

Laying down on the couch with beer du jour and maybe some Triscuits on a Sunday afternoon is my time.

Kids are asleep, wife is usually busy with a book or her scrapbooking, and on the electronic television is some form athletic competition. For most of the year, I'll watch a golf ball being struck towards impossible pin placements and envy those who manage to not bounce those Titleist off the roofs of the multi-million dollar homes that line the 11th hole fairways. And once the beer is 2/3rds gone I'll drift into a slumber fit for large grizzly bear.

With the Vikes on, I'll grab my #99 personalized jersey and yell at the TV for two hours regardless of their record at the time.

But good grief, how bad can an offense be before you just cash it in, and just watch the only thing worth spending a few brain cells viewing.

Purple Jesus.

Much like watching golf and hoping that Tiger is near the top of the leaderboard to make it interesting to watch, if Peterson isn't catching a screen pass or running over a cornerback, I'll be catching up on my nap time.

Friday, September 21, 2007

Ship It To New York

The limit specialist got it, the hottie didn't 3-bet pre flop with KK and my limp two pair was drawing dead after the turn (leave your ID in the comments I'll transfer it Sunday).

I'm off to the cabin, most likely the last time this year so hold a seat for me at the blogger tourneys as winter approaches and Minnesotans will soon be forced to start their six months of hiberation.

Thursday, September 20, 2007

Canterbury Card Club, Yes They Race Donkeys There Too!


“Open for Omaha 8 or better”

“Are you having fun?”

“The average age back there is between collecting social security and one of those guys after they looked directly at the Ark of the Covenant during the first Indian Jones Movie”

Ok, I didn’t say that but as I stepped back into the California Games room and scanned the lineup for the O8 game at Canterbury.

“I do see four guys from the last time I was here (which was prior to the WSOP)”

Me and my golfing partner who pointed out my face was turning from a glamour girl pink lip gloss shade to polish sausage red with every two cards I mucked at the $3/$6 Hold Em’ table we would stay at for the remainder of the night. Unfortunately we got stuck with the dealer in between us which made prop betting an improbability as I’m sure the dealers would have frowned upon chips flying across their Nordic noses as Bama scored on the screen behind us or the Ann Landers look-a-like decided to yap about my horrible pre-flop card selection.

Seat 1: Omatard that can’t hit a consistant tee shot to save his life
Seat 2: Non-descript guy replaced by grubby looking guy with iPod and a well used players club card
Seat 3: Dorky looking “I’VE GOT THE NUTS PLEASE BET SO I CAN CHECK RAISE”
Seat 4: Human Earthquake Tremor First timer who played AK, AA, and AAs only
Seat 5: Slick Interwebz college kid from University of Wisconsin Eau Claire
Seat 6: Non-slick interwebz kid with straight flush or better hat from Canterbury who bluffed as strongly as a thin piece of fresh cotton candy
Seat 7: Hottie who played tighter then the human tremor but was nice to look at
Seat 8: Ann Landers who also played fairly tight
Seat 9: Lawyer from Meeeeeeeeeeechigan, doesn’t appreciate Aces getting cracked, but hits an approach shot within 10 feet of the pin everytime

I played a ton of hands, gutshots, nine-high flOOsh draws, and got a good table image thanks to trips with a garbage hand, a certain someone chatting with the other end of the table, and showing down two pair in the following hand:

Human tremor decides after holding his cards up to his face to raise and does some kind of chip dump on the table that takes a good minute to reach for six chips, hottie in the seven seat just calls, and I look down at JTs on the button and call.

Flop comes out T K 5

Tremor checks (100% sure he has QQ or JJ here), hottie bets, I call putting the hottie on AK and ignoring all pot odds but knowing she’ll pay me off if I hit two pair or trips, Tremor orders a hot chocolate while folding and the table requests an umbrella.


Turn blank

I check-call her bet because that’s how I roll.

River Jack no flush possible

She bets, I raise, and she just flat calls… what do you put her on?


Next hand against my fellow blogger proves I suck at poker and deserve bad beats until the Vikes go to the Super Bowl (in four months right? SKOL!):

Its my big blind and I look down at the powerhouse Ad4d and take a causal pull off my Cap’n Coke as Slickster #1 raises and folds around to me and I just call…

… not realizing its been made three-bets by the fellow in the nine seat. Good way to waste six bucks besides making golfing prop bets with said player.

Flop 2d 3s 6d

Already dreading the probable cracking of a premium pair, I raise his flop bet and Slickster goes back to bragging about pwning the $2.20 turbo SnGs on Full Tilt after folding with a call by the raiser.

Turn 4s

Check, I bet, he calls

River Td

Check, I bet, he calls and tables two shiny Aces, while I use the dealer to shield his rather large fists of fury and table my nut flush. Karma did get me back as my Aces were cracked by Slickster’s 89sOOOted two hands later with a flopped straight that if it was NL I would have folded the flop due to a cool tell where he’d snap his chips when betting and was strong.

Dem Quads Bitches!!:

I call UTG + 1 with TT for unknown reasons and hottie completes in the SB while Ann Landers actually settles down enough to check:

Flop: T 8 2

Hottie leads out, Ann probably chats with Mike about how she gave great advice to a young couple from Montana who’s having problems because the husband is finding more lovin’ in the stables then in his wife’s bed, and calls. Since I’m a super sneaky guy I just call.

Turn 9

Hottie checks, Ann Landers bosom heaves about a foot above the table and she bets like she just hit her straight (yes, she was that tight), so I call for value because when you’re maniac check-calling is the way to go, hottie follows up by calling.

River T

Hottie gets excited also and leads out, Ann once again can’t contain her good fortunes and immediately raises. Because I’m the donk I raised after some extremely stupid attempt to look weak that had Spielberg ringing me up for his next feature. They call, hottie tables JJ, Ann Landers is hoping I turn over a dry T with her Nines full of Tens, but I refrain from shouting DEM QUADS BITCHES, settle for the ooohs and aaaahs as the monster pot got me unstuck.

Left up 15BBs for a decent addition to my bankroll after five hours with the satisfaction of playing live poker with invisible internet friends and hoping to see a few more this winter.

Thanks for dropping by, now drop a comment if you’d like to guess the hottie’s holdings from the first recap, I’ll ship a five-spot to the first commenter that gets it right (those who were at the table during the hand in question are not eligible).

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Phear My Jedi Skillz

Star Wars Lightsaber duels?

Who's going to be the first to whine about smashing their Wii controller into the other person?

Should this kid be tapped to provide a Lightsaber safety instructional video?

Me = geeked

I'd write about a short session of PLO 6-max last night but I couldn't filter out the ALL CAPS 1337 DOOD I'VEGOTABIGGERPENISTHENYOULETSPLAYHEADSUP
ANDGIVEALLOURMONEYTOFULLTILTBECAUSEWEBOTHSUCKATLIFE, chat that managed to go on for nearly an hour after a minor suckout for a whopping 10BB pot.

I tried to be patient but falling asleep while bored out of my skull watching this made me want to go to bed versus fleecing the three internet kidz of their stack. Thus, the reason why I'd never make it as a pro, it was a great table, lots of action, but my heart wasn't up for the kill.

Back to the TPS report waves for this cube monkey.

Thanks for dropping by, now why why why Donovan do you need to blather on about your skin color? Do you think MAYBE it was because you had a bad game, or several lately?!?! Playing the race card would fly in 1995, but not now.

My advice... get traded to Chicago or Vikes, they need a great QB and best of all they won't care about the slightly darker pigmentation of your skin!

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Why Yes, I Do Have Quads


It doesn’t look like work is going to let up, much like the rain outside that had us dashing indoors with the kids early this morning.

Just a quick shout out to Mike, who put up with my hacking (and I mean HORRIBLE) golf game on Saturday. While on the driving range prior to my adventurous 108, I was shanking more balls then Britney Spears after an eight ball and tequila shooting binge at a Vegas nightclub. Remember Tin Cup getting ready for the US Open before Cheech loosened him up with the change in his pocket and probably a spiff off screen?

That was me, while I didn’t get to nail the hottie in my Winnebago afterwards, I did managed to score a 12 on a hole (graciously rounded down to a 9 by my scoring partner).

I do want to write up a bit on the card slinging at Canterbury (and the Fred Flintstone style golf carts we used at a rather expensive golf course) as live poker >>>>>> online poker and since Saturday I’m having a very hard time logging onto Drizztdj and my wonderful breastalicous nurse at Full Tilt.

Later.

Monday, September 17, 2007

At Least Tiger Was Fun to Watch

Firewalls suck :(

Totally made up memo from A. Peterson to B. Childress:

Coach,

Purple Jesus would like to say "thanks" for the opportunity to rush the ball twenty times on Sunday. He would like to note getting hit three yards behind the line of scrimmage caused him to fail to cover the yardage bet with BG and possibly contributed to another $10 that will be shipped off to another Lions fan from this game that caused Jesus to cry.

In closing, Purple Jesus would like to know why the fuck you didn't throw more screen passes to Him when the quarterback decided throwing to purple jerseys further then five yards down the field was too physically constraining and dished out receptions to the other team.

Next time remember this phrase: "Nobody fucks with the Jesus"

Your Savior and Meal Ticket,

P. Jesus

Tomorrow, golf balls go flying in directions no one intended and cracking aces doesn't just happen online.

Thanks for dropping by, now I'd be hard pressed to find a worst game on NFL Films then yesterday's bathroom stink bomb.

Friday, September 14, 2007

Beer, Bodog, and Birdies

Drizz is lonely this weekend, as the wife headed up north with the kids leaving me with Tiger Woods in HD (5 birdies and an eagle in a row?!?!) and a tall, frosted Red Hook India Pale Ale resting nicely in my left hand.

Plans for this evening hopefully include some drunkin poker with a nice deep run in Full Tilt's 28K again tonight (finished 33rd out of 1000+ last night) or running out to the Lookout for some crazy delicious broasted chicken wings.

Yes, I am the master of excitement.

Tomorrow, golfing with a fellow blogger at probably the most expensive course I've ever played, not to mention the toughest. Unlike their horrid in-state college football team (at least the Gophers have a victory!!!) I'm forseeing a shalacking on the course by the away team not viewed since Tiger won the US Open by 15 strokes.

Prop bet... Drizz's score versus Hottest temperature in Las Vegas this year

Normally I shoot about mid-90s but not on a course like this, hell they even give you free range balls (can you tell I'm a low roller?)!

Bodog wanted to send out a reminder of their great tourney series they are setting up for us, with F R E E mobneys (unfortunately for moi, softball season doesn't end till two weeks from now):

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Thursday, September 13, 2007

The Clock Strikes 12 at Eleven

I can rest easier at night knowing Foxy Brown isn't pregnant. Knowing who Foxy Brown is, or why this is actually news is beyond my scope of understanding. Perhaps a 24 hour binge on the "E!" network while get me up to date on the growing size of Britney's g-string and where exactly Paris' little toy dog took a shit as well.

One thing I know is terribly important to announce how upseting losing $16.50 can be if you do it right. While I enjoy the Mookie and adjacent Dookie (playing NLO8 even), the red lines of tilt creep up when getting close to the final table and having the pillars of sOOted cards crumble the foundation of my chip stack into nothingness.

Much like Tara Reid's acting career.

Hey, she was hot in Van Wilder (and not too bad in this picture either)!

Eleveth is where the meek Drizz fell due to a flurry of getting quartered and putting my money in bad spots. Anticipation of a little golf ball and live cards action this weekend with Michigan-types dropping by sounds like a perfect reprieve (please leave a comment on where/when sir because I need to tell the wife before she takes off for the cabin and Yahoo doesn't fly here).

Sorry to use this as message board, but if anyone feels the need to post hot personals, bad beat stories (include hand history!), or a rant about the sickly looking kid at Wendy's shorting you on honey mustard sauce and a chicken strip yesterday. Have at it.

Thanks for dropping by, now if I don't have you linked you special snowflake you. Please offer large breasted virgins that serve Cap'n Cokes on demand. Or leave your link in the comments area :)

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Summer of Parenthood is Officially Over

As I walked down the corridor from the Preschool classroom dropping off Wyatt for his first day of class, towards the ice arena and the exiting door, there was joy, tears, confusion, relief, and a sense that parenthood just turned a different corner.
Damn, that chick has legs like Jessica Alba


Dad, I'm four and I know this isn't the right door

See, hottie behind me... please leave NOW


I will always stay this innocent looking

Belicheat


Forfeit game.
Loss of draft picks.
Make him wear a suit on the sidelines.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Have You Accepted Christ Into Your Life?

The Catholic League, an anti-defamation group, called on the TV academy to "denounce Griffin's obscene and blasphemous comment" at Sunday's ceremony.


The academy said Monday it had no plans to address the issue in the prime-time broadcast.
The organization may have another delicate issue to consider, this one involving an off-color fake music video that aired last December on "Saturday Night Live" and won a creative arts Emmy for best song.



Andy Samberg of "SNL" said Saturday that he had yet to be asked by the TV academy to perform the tune with Timberlake on the Fox broadcast, but he was willing. Timberlake, on a concert tour, is scheduled to be in Los Angeles next weekend.


The subject of their "(Blank) in a Box" video: wrapping a certain part of the male anatomy and presenting it to a loved one as a holiday present.


The academy has said that "show elements are in the process of being worked out."



Link to the Yahoo article


Errrr… It’s “Dick in a Box” and how puritanical is the U.S. going to get before the government starts requiring people to attend Sunday mass while giving half their earning to the church? I attended a baptism on Sunday for my niece (she was beautiful and great service) and while the Contemporary service that preceded the sacrament was a little eye-opening for someone raised Roman Catholic, it was a refreshing service in some ways. After the choir and awesome lead singer left the stage, the pastor took the helm for his sermon. While I agreed with the sermon about taking responsibility in your life, I no longer get the "Lord this", and "Jesus that". It rattled my brain enough to think up a drinking game that involved drinks every time “Jesus” was said and shots for the word “sinner”.

Different strokes for different folks. Nothing “wrong” with religion and I think its helpful to hold at a least some type of faith whether its based on a deity, or worshiping Scarlett Johansson’s eye popping chest. But, in the news story above, Griffin is being censored for something that only people of that religion find offensive and the “Catholic League” makes it sound as if everyone should be outraged by her remarks.

In her speech, Griffin said that "a lot of people come up here and thank Jesus for this award. I want you to know that no one had less to do with this award than Jesus."


The comedian's remarks were condemned Monday by Catholic League President Bill Donohue, who called them a "vulgar, in-your-face brand of hate speech."


Ok, where’s the hate? Is it possible that Griffin is *gasps* not Catholic or Christian (maybe she is I have no clue), only IF she followed that faith would the remarks become offensive. Much like poker is branded as “evil” and “degenerate” because there’s money being exchanged for cards and sometimes weird prop betting breaks out. Its ignorance that hurts the cause of making poker “more legal” on the internet and state run card rooms that could be opened with tax revenue flowing out of them. Ignorance from people who hide behind a book or a separate set of life rules and don’t see the point-of-view from the other side saying “YOU CAN’T DO THAT, IT’S IMMORAL”. Maybe to YOU it is and YOUR set of life standards, but to me its how I want to live MY life, and there are others who share similar views of our beloved card game. My hope is that my son and daughter can grow up to make those mistakes with whatever vice they CHOOSE and learn from.

Because being an adult should mean you have the right to fill your life with whatever you CHOOSE, whether it is God, Jesus, gutshot straight draws, or finding the perfect lesbian threesome on Redtube. And as the pastor said in his sermon, you have the right to make mistakes in your life, learn at your own pace, and choose the lesson from those mistakes.

If you don’t want to listen to Griffin’s Emmy speech, or deposit $100 to Full Tilt.com, turn off the TV, block Full Tilt.com, and allow the people who do want these things to enjoy them.

Thanks for dropping by, now I know there’s some Motor City Kitties fans out there… I smell prop bets.

And please observe a moment of silence (or prayer if that's your choosing) for those effected by the 9/11 terrorist attacks.

Monday, September 10, 2007

Twins Who?

Baseball is dead to me.

Praise to Purple Jesus for he bringth and provides.

Even if its for only one week and they go 1-15 from here on out (my prediction is 8-8), I actually got excited and watched the entire football game for the first time since Kyra was still a blob of cells inside my wife.

On a poker-side note before I get back to the monsoon of TPS reports... played, lost, won, came out ahead a tad. I've opened up my Omaha game a little bit by making more read-dependent calls and raises, but with four cards I wonder how often you can float light raises and continuation bets (which I saw someone do last night to the tune of four buy-ins won, then lost in 45 minutes). Could someone with a little more restraint successfully run a loose aggressive game in short-handed PLO/PLO8?

Food for thought as Minnesota Viking fans offer hymns of praise to our savior.

Amen.

Sunday, September 09, 2007

Saturday, September 08, 2007

Fantasy Sports Live Blogger Challenge!!

Come get my dead mobneys! I just signed up this morning for the first week, are you going to be there?


Announcing the first annual Blogger Fantasy Football Battle (BFFB) sponsored by FantasySportsLive.com!

The BFFB will bring together poker bloggers from around the country to compete in MTT style Fantasy Football contests that will run each week of the football season. $500 minimum will be added to the prize pool by FSL.

Each week starting September 9th, FSL will run 10-player $10 fee contests with BFFB in the title. Each contest will pay out $90 to the top three finishers that week. The results of all bloggers will be pooled together each week to determine the weekly BFFB results. Points will be awarded to the top 50% of finishers each week based on the PokerStars TLB formula. Points will be accumulated throughout the season to determine the overall champion. Added prizes by FSL are listed below. Also, any weekly overall winners will be invited to a "Tournament of Champions" at the end of the season.

1st Place Overall $100
2nd Place Overall $50
3rd Place Overall $25


1st Highest Individual Weekly Fantasy Score $100
2nd Highest Individual Weekly Fantasy Score $50
3rd Highest Individual Weekly Fantasy Score $25

Tournament of Champions
$150 minimum added to prize pool.


Results will be posted weekly at blinderspoker.blogspot.com, and more info can be found at http://blinderspoker.blogspot.com/2007/08/blogger-fantasy-football-battle-update.html
You can chose to compete weekly for your best chance at the season title, or just enter as many as you can. Even with a single weekly entry you are eligible for the highest score prize or with a win an entry in the tournament of champions. What we are doing with the BFFB has never been done before, and would not be possible without the daily contest format that we use. This format allows us to apples to apples compare 100s of fantasy football entries, which is impossible with standard fantasy offerings.

Thursday, September 06, 2007

Crash Davis or Eric Davis


The sweat from the now lukewarm Aquafina bottle sitting on the wooden bench matches your drenched white Full Tilt t-shirt acquired several months ago while meeting some people in a Vegas casino side bar. Sounds of softballs twanging off bats towards fielders who came out to enjoy the sun and each others’ company surround a busy intersection of diamonds each lit up differently due to burnt out floodlights that the rec board hasn’t fixed yet. The field itself is a little lumpy, much like your mid-section after years of being away from that barking pitching coach that demanded one more wind sprint before first period Deutsch class with a wannabe Eastern Eurotrash teacher. Striding up to the plate, your presence as the number four hitter causes the familiar pitcher that’s sponsored by a sport bar known for some decent wings and ½ priced drink specials to shout for the outfielders to move closer to the green “285ft.” sign by the oval bent fence. A smile and a quick breath taken before engaging the end over end 12” USSSA approved softball coming over the place with the bat, you feel calm and confident…

Looking out over the perfectly manicured outfield that shows criss-cross cuts usually reserved for major league ball fields, there’s a sense you’re not in Kansas anymore. “We wear caps and sleeves at this level son” barks the gruff manager as you grab the newly minted silver and black cap with a popular bat brand hand stitched on the front and snuggly apply it to your head. While you’re not the smallest player on the team, there’s no question the level of competition isn’t what you’d find playing on the fields behind the St. Joseph’s church diamonds during the beer league on Thursday nights. The manager on that team is whoever grabs the book bought at Dick’s Sporting Goods before the season started, not some owner of a business that wanted to sport a uniform from the team he paid to dress. During the game, home runs are hit with enough g-force to make an astronaut sick from the speed. The players are all business except for some quick idle chatter when the manager is barking signals from third base, about the waitress walking on the above ground bar providing a peek underneath her loose fitting daisy dukes. “Do I fit in here?” as you glance at the Budweiser logo’d dry-erase lineup card stuck to the edge of the dugout that displays your name second from last out of 12 players…

… “Whatta donk” you mutter after yet another rack of virtual chips slides underneath the pirate avatar when your top pair top kicker held up against the fish avatar who enjoys any pair and has rebought enough times to afford a trip to Vegas and maybe catch the Blue Man Group. Playing three or four of these tables while chatting on the girly IM box with friends and sipping on adult beverages is established grounds for you since this is how you obtained a bankroll in the first place. Get a hand, have it hold up, toast another drink to the donators that need a hand ranking chart from a pack of Hoyle’s cards to figure out that four cards to a straight isn’t a made hand. Steady like a crack-addict after getting his fix for the evening, the green numbers in your Excel spreadsheet keep piling up like offers for low rate credit cards in your mailbox.

… “ouch” did he just check-raise me on the river when that flush card hit? “Stupid f’in idiot, doesn’t he know who’s behind the pirate??!?!?!”, but the set was no good to the flush and straight draw that got there and I couldn’t fold. The pop up box tells me I have insufficient funds to play the next hand and must click the “get chips” logo for a buy-in that has taken several months of rakeback and winning to obtain. Getting 3-bet, shown bluffs after flopping strong hands and blown off the hand by the turn to a floater, and stack sizes that could budget a family vacation to the house the Mickey Mouse built complete with passes to Epcot Center and breakfast at the Waffle House! The declamation on just one screen is enough to stare at the reflection bouncing off your laptop after you power down, just to look at the person who could compete but doesn’t have the swagger needed to win at that level.

Where are you with your poker game? Are you dominating the comfortable game and staying there, or are you dressing up to take shots in the game you should be playing but aren’t necessarily the best player at the table?

Just some food for thought before I dive headfirst into a mountain of TPS reports this morning.

Thanks for dropping by now please check out the World Cup of Poker live on the intertubes from PokerStars. The links are in my recent post at the blog that pays the bills.

Wednesday, September 05, 2007

Look But Don't Touch

If one more person screws with the printer settings they will find a size 13 loafer firmly implanted in their posterior region. Its the same as I tell Wyatt, don't touch it if you don't understand it. Yet I still try to touch my wife... god I'm a hypocrite.

Thank you for not sending a search party out to Lake Minnetonka since my usual prompt posting took a turn for the work worse as co-worker is out and mucho grande TPS reports must be filed!

If you want a post go to my other site for a recap on the first hour of WSOP viewing. Sabyl rocked, and Kirk actually brought some fun into the proceedings but wow could they show vastly different chip stacks for him? Watch closely during the first part of the show then again when the bubbly from Scotty drops by.

No Mookie, no cry. Softball doubleheaders in beautiful weather for the past two weeks (and again this week) have been fun but exhausting. I'll try to catch up with the pokering tomorrow night during drunken pokin night with the bloggers and mouth breathers at the PLO8 tables.

Monday, September 03, 2007

Bacon and Speed Poker = Win


Another day, another coin flip. Almost paid off my fall trip with some friends this morning while frying up some bacon and eggs. Its easy to play push and pray poker during these little turbo 180 person tourneys popping up on PokerStars.


1 hour and 45 minutes is all it took to hit the final table but Presto was not gold as AJ sOOOted turned a nut flush and my side pot worth more then the main pot vs. AQo caught a four flush with one of my 5s and instead of paying off the plane ticket and a meal or two, I'll be able to afford brunch at the Waffle House with a extra cheese on my hash browns.


At least the bacon and eggs didn't suck. And for more bacon that doesn't suck, go vote on Al's site for the person soon-to-be blessed with fine cutlets of pork products for a year. His post is also a reminder... PLO8 is for those who really don't like money.


Hope your holiday weekend included some relaxation unless you're a Mariners' fan, good god did they take money to tank like this?