... rode a sled after making snowcastles
... took their morning naps like a champ
... played too much online poker
Enjoy your weekend folks
Friday, January 19, 2007
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Protect Me From Me
Thank you Neteller. Thank you U.S. Government. Thank you Bill Frist.
You have just opened the floodgates to teaching the poker playing youth of this country how to launder money and take full advantage of basic economic concepts without attending a three hour lecture hall class three days a week for a semester.
Need chips on PokerStars? NO PROBLEM!! Just forward $50 to my (insert "acceptable eWallet here like PayPal) and I'll transfer over $35 in PokerStars currency!!
Had a bad run at Full Tilt? I feel for you, I do. But don't despair!! Because with $100 deposited in my PayPal account you'll get a bonus $5 in Full Tilt chips for $75!!! WHAT A FUCKIN GREAT DEAL EH?
Yes, the "EH" was intentional for reasons that the blunt skulls in Washington should figure out. I hope Lee Jones and our Irish friends at FullTilt have been cooking up a contingency plan for this occurence because after hearing word of Neteller's complete withdrawl my zest for playing poker went right out the window, despite the possiblity of some VERY easy money from people playing out of their bankrolls.
I found very good read that tied into this newest form of parenting by our elected representatives from Christopher Hitchens this morning titled "A Life of Living Dangerously" in January's edition of Maxim (Lacey Chabert doesn't suck to look at either). Go pick up a copy or maybe they'll have it posted on the Maxim website (which I can't access at work...). Basically its a three page rant about being denied the simple pleasures people took for granted because those things are considered "bad for you".
Like online poker.
Thanks for taking away my hobby (temporarily). Meanwhile, I may need to fire up a new MMORPG and become a zombied addict to obtaining Realm Points, +4 Staffs of OMGZORZ BOOOOM HEADSHOT, and start ignoring my family again. Yeah that was a fun time in my life.
Poker changed that.
Leave my fuckin life alone you self-serving assholes.
Thanks for dropping by, on a lighter note and definitely worth praises:
Jason "Spaceman" Kirk brought the WSOP coverage to Bluff Magazine and announced Dennis Perry as the winner of the WSOP Circuit Event in Tunica taking home $563,402. The man is moving around the country to cover these and WPT events for Bluff, make sure you drop by to say hi to the rabid Predators' fan.
Pauly has announce the final table is set down under at the Aussie Millions and Jimmy "Gobboboy" Fricke is the chip leader in what should be an exciting final table with a few familiar faces such as Gus Hansen, Andrew Black, and Kristy Gazes. Good luck Doc!!
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Raindrops Falling On My Head
But what happens if a Canuck puts a brick in there... I think the cold weather has something to do with our neighbors to the north coming up with competitive pillowfighting. Any chance for a Keeley Hazell vs. Ashton fight?
Loser has to make a sex video with their ex-boyfriend. Oh, guess it already happened (kudos to Wicked Chops once again and the video is VERY NSFW!!!).
But, Snake, Addict, and Chops are not all about the T and A (not that there's anything wrong with that) as they've compiled a listing of all the news surrounding the recent arrests of John Lefebvre and Stephen Lawrence. I first saw the news on Bill’s site yesterday morning, but now Pokernews and other outlets have reported that their arrest is for transferring funds to and from online gambling sites.
Loser has to make a sex video with their ex-boyfriend. Oh, guess it already happened (kudos to Wicked Chops once again and the video is VERY NSFW!!!).
But, Snake, Addict, and Chops are not all about the T and A (not that there's anything wrong with that) as they've compiled a listing of all the news surrounding the recent arrests of John Lefebvre and Stephen Lawrence. I first saw the news on Bill’s site yesterday morning, but now Pokernews and other outlets have reported that their arrest is for transferring funds to and from online gambling sites.
“This is not good” - Chris Knight
Of course we’ve seen the speculation about the sky falling before, and maybe I’m lucky that my Full Tilt jersey is currently in a plane with a destination of the frozen tundra (note to UPS guy: make a left at the third glacier, watch out for flying penguins). I’ve dumped my cash into Full Tilt and Stars leaving some beer money in Neteller while this news story takes shape. Realistically, not much will happen right away but these news stories can’t be good for those people who were on the fence about depositing and trying out the pixelized version of poker.
We’re back to the day the UIEGA was funneled through the Senate behind shady law-making practices. Everyone will be up in arms for awhile, but possible true blow lies beneath the liquidity of poker funds. Right now transferring and withdrawing those ill-gotten gains is easy and relatively secure, soon players that want to hang around may have to resort to shadier fly-by-night eWallets vs. ones that currently have their funds secured by mom and pop financial institutions like the Royal Bank of Scotland (that’s a little internet sarcasm for our friends across the pond).
I’ll be sticking around as long as I don’t manage to dump off my remaining bankroll to the PLO8 heathens.
Since my recent days at the tables have mirrored Tony Romo’s ability to hold an oblong pigskin upright, I will be “shifting gears” tonight and have set aside $100 to play strictly SnGs for a night, double up or bust is the motto. Thought it would make for a different, strictly poker post for KeepYourPokerFace tonight starting after Wyatt has used up all his excuses to stay up and watch “Hard Hat Harry” again. I must admit that The Village People-reject likeness of title character is a little disconcerting.
Thanks for dropping by, now I’ll take a peek at 2+2 and probably see a 20 page thread in the works about this latest Neteller story… nope its only 11 pages as of 7am CST
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Yes, That Does Look Good On You
Ok, so my losses haven't totalled the amount that this guy has managed to squirrel away. I'm beginning to think he had Mike Tyson as his financial consultant.
Not too many people have the stamina to lose $100 million+ but Jack Wittaker probably regrets ever buying that Powerball ticket.
I’m trying not to regret learning how to play poker.
These last two nights have been an eye-opener of sorts, losing 25% of one’s bankroll can do that to a person. Make a good read, play accordingly, lose the hand. Play aggressively, get called by a worse hand, lose the hand. Have a good hand, get beat by a better hand. You know, its easy to look around on the web for stories of triumph and winning. But, do seek out someone on the shit end of variance or probably my lowered skill level takes some searching.
“In the long run” “Mathematically correct” “Correct call/raise/fold” Terms you listen to when the board does not favor your hand and try to hold them like that tattered blankey you refused to part with. Terms you’d like to forcefully insert down the throat of the well-wishers, but silently thank them for keeping the faith and are thankful for their kind words. My spreadsheet is 11 rows of red currently. Eleven sessions of losing, half of them full stacks or more, I take responsibility for all of them. I played the hands, I made the decision to risk my money “with the best of it” (or sometimes not-so-much).
Ryan had a great post recently about “tilt” and how the only person you can blame for it is yourself. I’ve learned this lesson awhile ago, being reminded when things aren’t so cheeky is a reason to continue drudging thru the 18 inch deep snow walking uphill both ways while carrying thirty pounds of midget beastiality porn and coming out a better player when variance shines in your direction.
And Mr. Rini managed to publish yet another gem for those in the position I reluctantly find myself at the moment. Here are a few tips for players on a losing streak that I will be trying out myself:
5) Drop down in limits: This might be the bullet I need to bite but I am rolled for the $100 tables to sustain a hit like I’ve taken. Maybe a few days of dropping down and getting in some positive sessions would help me forget that I watched Back to the Future: Part 2 last night. What an awful movie, seeing Lea Thompson with a huge rack was the only the plus.
7) Play fewer tables: Besides moving down one level, starting tonight I will try playing only two tables at a time. This doesn’t seem to be the reason behind my slide; it could help shave some of the variance.
I will probably continue this poker soul searching on Keep Your Poker Face tonight if you enjoy tales of woe. Tomorrow I promise a little sunshine in this space even if the tables continue to laugh at my futile attempts to win.
Thanks for dropping by, now did anyone watch Maria Sharapova’s match this morning? Granted my eyes were mostly glued to those lovely stems appearing below her skirt, but she was realistically two points away from becoming the 2nd number one seeded woman to lose in the opening round at the Australian Open. Guess even the best in the world can have an off day but at least she could smile a little more and show a little more skin.
I’m trying not to regret learning how to play poker.
These last two nights have been an eye-opener of sorts, losing 25% of one’s bankroll can do that to a person. Make a good read, play accordingly, lose the hand. Play aggressively, get called by a worse hand, lose the hand. Have a good hand, get beat by a better hand. You know, its easy to look around on the web for stories of triumph and winning. But, do seek out someone on the shit end of variance or probably my lowered skill level takes some searching.
“In the long run” “Mathematically correct” “Correct call/raise/fold” Terms you listen to when the board does not favor your hand and try to hold them like that tattered blankey you refused to part with. Terms you’d like to forcefully insert down the throat of the well-wishers, but silently thank them for keeping the faith and are thankful for their kind words. My spreadsheet is 11 rows of red currently. Eleven sessions of losing, half of them full stacks or more, I take responsibility for all of them. I played the hands, I made the decision to risk my money “with the best of it” (or sometimes not-so-much).
Ryan had a great post recently about “tilt” and how the only person you can blame for it is yourself. I’ve learned this lesson awhile ago, being reminded when things aren’t so cheeky is a reason to continue drudging thru the 18 inch deep snow walking uphill both ways while carrying thirty pounds of midget beastiality porn and coming out a better player when variance shines in your direction.
And Mr. Rini managed to publish yet another gem for those in the position I reluctantly find myself at the moment. Here are a few tips for players on a losing streak that I will be trying out myself:
5) Drop down in limits: This might be the bullet I need to bite but I am rolled for the $100 tables to sustain a hit like I’ve taken. Maybe a few days of dropping down and getting in some positive sessions would help me forget that I watched Back to the Future: Part 2 last night. What an awful movie, seeing Lea Thompson with a huge rack was the only the plus.
7) Play fewer tables: Besides moving down one level, starting tonight I will try playing only two tables at a time. This doesn’t seem to be the reason behind my slide; it could help shave some of the variance.
I will probably continue this poker soul searching on Keep Your Poker Face tonight if you enjoy tales of woe. Tomorrow I promise a little sunshine in this space even if the tables continue to laugh at my futile attempts to win.
Thanks for dropping by, now did anyone watch Maria Sharapova’s match this morning? Granted my eyes were mostly glued to those lovely stems appearing below her skirt, but she was realistically two points away from becoming the 2nd number one seeded woman to lose in the opening round at the Australian Open. Guess even the best in the world can have an off day but at least she could smile a little more and show a little more skin.
Monday, January 15, 2007
Six Sigmas of Losing
None will improve your lot If you yourself do not.
-- Bertolt Brecht, 1933
Amen.
My faults continue to haunt me to this day as I can’t let go of the five buy-in loss over the weekend (which is the most in three years of playing poker for this guy). Some kind of sick six sigma losing streak that I can’t get out of my head. No, I’m not “taking a break” or slowing down or buy a season’s worth of Dr. Phil’s therapeutic daytime show.
http://twodimes.net/h/?z=2314243
pokenum -o8
jh jc tc ah - as 9s 7s kh -- jd th ts
Omaha Hi/Low 8-or-better: 820 enumerated boards containing Ts Jd Th
cards scoop HIwin HIlos HItie LOwin LOlos LOtie EV
Jc Tc Ah Jh 818 818 2 0 0 0 0 0.998
As 9s 7s Kh 2 2 818 0 0 0 0 0.002
When I complain about bad luck, I know its really my own fault for losing, but can’t seem to look behind the curtain and find the reason why. The above hand to me was just bad luck, I don’t know much about math but .002 EV can’t be much of a favorite and you'd probably want that person to stay in the hand with you. Right?
Hell even the Gophers went down this weekend after 21 straight games without a loss. Granted Wisconsin isn’t Holy Cross, but when the rodent’s play mirrored the Mankato games from the previous weekend, any semi-decent team would have a shot at the blanket defense the Gophers have this year. Stinkin Badgers.
On the lines of Six Sigma losing… how the hell did the Pats win that game? I’m still shaking my head at all the opportunistic flags and fumbles that flew at the right times for maximum effect. Pats fans should just nod their heads and look forward to the annual Peyton choke-a-thon next weekend but don’t count their kicker going wide right towards the Atlantic Ocean again on a crucial field goal attempt. Vinatieri has the nerves of a Navy Seal surviving Hell Week and the legs of Pele. Prepare for getting beat by your own creation.
Thanks for dropping by, now check out Pauly's video recap of Day 1A of the Aussie Millions. Make fun of his glasses at your own risk.
-- Bertolt Brecht, 1933
Amen.
My faults continue to haunt me to this day as I can’t let go of the five buy-in loss over the weekend (which is the most in three years of playing poker for this guy). Some kind of sick six sigma losing streak that I can’t get out of my head. No, I’m not “taking a break” or slowing down or buy a season’s worth of Dr. Phil’s therapeutic daytime show.
http://twodimes.net/h/?z=2314243
pokenum -o8
jh jc tc ah - as 9s 7s kh -- jd th ts
Omaha Hi/Low 8-or-better: 820 enumerated boards containing Ts Jd Th
cards scoop HIwin HIlos HItie LOwin LOlos LOtie EV
Jc Tc Ah Jh 818 818 2 0 0 0 0 0.998
As 9s 7s Kh 2 2 818 0 0 0 0 0.002
When I complain about bad luck, I know its really my own fault for losing, but can’t seem to look behind the curtain and find the reason why. The above hand to me was just bad luck, I don’t know much about math but .002 EV can’t be much of a favorite and you'd probably want that person to stay in the hand with you. Right?
Hell even the Gophers went down this weekend after 21 straight games without a loss. Granted Wisconsin isn’t Holy Cross, but when the rodent’s play mirrored the Mankato games from the previous weekend, any semi-decent team would have a shot at the blanket defense the Gophers have this year. Stinkin Badgers.
On the lines of Six Sigma losing… how the hell did the Pats win that game? I’m still shaking my head at all the opportunistic flags and fumbles that flew at the right times for maximum effect. Pats fans should just nod their heads and look forward to the annual Peyton choke-a-thon next weekend but don’t count their kicker going wide right towards the Atlantic Ocean again on a crucial field goal attempt. Vinatieri has the nerves of a Navy Seal surviving Hell Week and the legs of Pele. Prepare for getting beat by your own creation.
Thanks for dropping by, now check out Pauly's video recap of Day 1A of the Aussie Millions. Make fun of his glasses at your own risk.
Friday, January 12, 2007
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Much Resolute About Nothing
Being a taskmaster and goal setter, I’m looking to fail miserably at the follow things in 2006:
1) Move up to the highest PLO8 tables on Stars: This one is tough, since even the lower limits are riddled with “regulars” and make the games fairly tight. I have been playing more tables, and 25% of the time one step higher, but no where near the $3/$6, $5/$10 game I suck
2) Re-learn to play limit poker: Even though I’d find more pleasure in eating lutefisk naked with Walter Mathieu in an unheated ice fishing house on Lake Vermillion, limit poker is the bread and butter of the poker world despite what’s shown on TV. The big bet games may dry up in the future so learning limit will be critical to those who love this hobby. I’ve been dabbling in the $2/$4 and $3/$6 LO8 games with mild success, while donating in the $3/$6 LHE games. I’d like to move up to $5/$10 by the end of the year. Holy you-suck Batman! There's a Enron sized red ink river flowing in my spreadsheet and its all from limit play. I will pick up the limit game later this year after padding my bankroll a little bit.
3) Win a MTT and/or Bust a Pro at Full Tilt: I like poker trophies, so getting one of those “I Busted _______ “ t-shirts from Full Tilt is definitely on the agenda for 2006. I don't know if they give away the T-shirts any longer, but I did chop up a Riverchasers tourney. Not the "major" win but the money didn't suck either.
4) Read and Re-read Poker Library: I’m about 1/4th of the way through SSII, having read a dozen other books in 2005. I’d like to read more into the psychological side of poker and thru past posts I have several suggestions from fellow bloggers and readers to follow up on. I've put a hold on this this literary jihad on poker books to keep poker fun and prevent re-re-re-reburning out.
5) Play in the 2006 WSOP LO8 tourney: The dear and patient wife has given the green light to play (she never ceases to amaze me) and will be escorting me to the Rio should my bankroll be able to take the hit. I’ve heard of potentially asking people to back me, and I’m sure there would be several kind people to do so. I’ll need to discuss with a few experts before seeking backers. Closest I got to even flying to Vegas for the WSOP was watching the Travel Channel's repeat of "Vegas Do's and Don'ts".
6) Come up with a name for the new spawn: Drizzette has too much of a double penetration porn queen sound to it. Like Wyatt’s name, I’m sure it will become clear before the baby checks in to our world. Kyra Vegas is going to have her daddy wrapped around her finger. The cute ba-ba-ba-ba babble has started and I melted.
7) Get Together With the Minnesota Mafia and Raid Canterbury: Being the least mobile of the group this will depend on the others to pick up my gimpy ass to go check-raise some ice fisherman off his pair and runner-runner flush draw. Maybe steal some poker magazines while there if Chad doesn’t take them all first. I might be driving by springtime (fingers crossed) so I might be able to pick up the city boy for some donkey poker or even make it to a bar poker night downtown.
8) Teach Little Drizz the art of the curve ball: If he chooses to play sports, I’ll be there to teach. The kid has an arm, but has taken to throwing right-handed unfortunately and looks to have the same skill set for a two strikeouts/two walks per inning average that his pappy did while up on the hill.
How about some simple resolutions for 2007?
1) Driving by the springtime: It has been 6 years since I last drove down 494 on the way to work while reading Dilbert in the Star Trib, and laughing at the H.R. cat as he told Dilbert to start squinting instead of receiving new glasses.
2) Balance Poker and Family Life: This one is already going well, as I normally do not play while the kids are up thus daddy doesn't get upset when pleads of playing Hi-Ho-Cherri-o are ignored while their father contemplates a call on a river re-raise. I do lose a wink of sleep sometimes but I love my hobby and its worth missing an hour or two of sleep.
3) Save Enough Money For a Trip: If the poker blogging well doesn't run dry, I'll have the american greenbacks to make a trip this year that I'm already looking forward to. Extra kudos if I can actually plead with the Omatards to let me win once in a while.
4) Read One Book per Month: I've been on a detective novel tear lately with Tami Hoag and John Sandford (suggestions are more then welcome), reading is more enjoyable compared to watching Ghostbusters II on some triple digit channel that I didn't even knew existed in the cable package.
5) WSOP: Its still on my list of one thing to do before I die, and will remain on my list every year. To some its a fore-thought as they play 30+ of the now 55 events. But, for the lower limit grinders its the brass ring that seems to allude my grasp each year. This year has an added incentive as PLO8 is being introduced to the line up and there's finally a game I would feel very comfortable playing against any pro.
Thanks for dropping by, now I hope you all are going to sign up for the Riverchasers kick off event this evening as I plan to have a drink or two this evening to relax and drop some hammers on the way to the final table.
Copied from Herr SoCo himself:
Tournament: 10754917
Riverchasers.com Tour Kickoff
Thursday January 11th, 2007 9 pm ET
NLHE$10+1
password: riverchasers
Edit: A story that will make you say "what the fuck, eh?" Spy coins? What's next flying death beavers?
Edit to an edit: Due to W's words last night my friend's stay in Iraq has possibly been extended beyond his April homecoming which would have been just in time to hit up the frost-bitten links together. Not happy.
1) Move up to the highest PLO8 tables on Stars: This one is tough, since even the lower limits are riddled with “regulars” and make the games fairly tight. I have been playing more tables, and 25% of the time one step higher, but no where near the $3/$6, $5/$10 game I suck
2) Re-learn to play limit poker: Even though I’d find more pleasure in eating lutefisk naked with Walter Mathieu in an unheated ice fishing house on Lake Vermillion, limit poker is the bread and butter of the poker world despite what’s shown on TV. The big bet games may dry up in the future so learning limit will be critical to those who love this hobby. I’ve been dabbling in the $2/$4 and $3/$6 LO8 games with mild success, while donating in the $3/$6 LHE games. I’d like to move up to $5/$10 by the end of the year. Holy you-suck Batman! There's a Enron sized red ink river flowing in my spreadsheet and its all from limit play. I will pick up the limit game later this year after padding my bankroll a little bit.
3) Win a MTT and/or Bust a Pro at Full Tilt: I like poker trophies, so getting one of those “I Busted _______ “ t-shirts from Full Tilt is definitely on the agenda for 2006. I don't know if they give away the T-shirts any longer, but I did chop up a Riverchasers tourney. Not the "major" win but the money didn't suck either.
4) Read and Re-read Poker Library: I’m about 1/4th of the way through SSII, having read a dozen other books in 2005. I’d like to read more into the psychological side of poker and thru past posts I have several suggestions from fellow bloggers and readers to follow up on. I've put a hold on this this literary jihad on poker books to keep poker fun and prevent re-re-re-reburning out.
5) Play in the 2006 WSOP LO8 tourney: The dear and patient wife has given the green light to play (she never ceases to amaze me) and will be escorting me to the Rio should my bankroll be able to take the hit. I’ve heard of potentially asking people to back me, and I’m sure there would be several kind people to do so. I’ll need to discuss with a few experts before seeking backers. Closest I got to even flying to Vegas for the WSOP was watching the Travel Channel's repeat of "Vegas Do's and Don'ts".
6) Come up with a name for the new spawn: Drizzette has too much of a double penetration porn queen sound to it. Like Wyatt’s name, I’m sure it will become clear before the baby checks in to our world. Kyra Vegas is going to have her daddy wrapped around her finger. The cute ba-ba-ba-ba babble has started and I melted.
7) Get Together With the Minnesota Mafia and Raid Canterbury: Being the least mobile of the group this will depend on the others to pick up my gimpy ass to go check-raise some ice fisherman off his pair and runner-runner flush draw. Maybe steal some poker magazines while there if Chad doesn’t take them all first. I might be driving by springtime (fingers crossed) so I might be able to pick up the city boy for some donkey poker or even make it to a bar poker night downtown.
8) Teach Little Drizz the art of the curve ball: If he chooses to play sports, I’ll be there to teach. The kid has an arm, but has taken to throwing right-handed unfortunately and looks to have the same skill set for a two strikeouts/two walks per inning average that his pappy did while up on the hill.
How about some simple resolutions for 2007?
1) Driving by the springtime: It has been 6 years since I last drove down 494 on the way to work while reading Dilbert in the Star Trib, and laughing at the H.R. cat as he told Dilbert to start squinting instead of receiving new glasses.
2) Balance Poker and Family Life: This one is already going well, as I normally do not play while the kids are up thus daddy doesn't get upset when pleads of playing Hi-Ho-Cherri-o are ignored while their father contemplates a call on a river re-raise. I do lose a wink of sleep sometimes but I love my hobby and its worth missing an hour or two of sleep.
3) Save Enough Money For a Trip: If the poker blogging well doesn't run dry, I'll have the american greenbacks to make a trip this year that I'm already looking forward to. Extra kudos if I can actually plead with the Omatards to let me win once in a while.
4) Read One Book per Month: I've been on a detective novel tear lately with Tami Hoag and John Sandford (suggestions are more then welcome), reading is more enjoyable compared to watching Ghostbusters II on some triple digit channel that I didn't even knew existed in the cable package.
5) WSOP: Its still on my list of one thing to do before I die, and will remain on my list every year. To some its a fore-thought as they play 30+ of the now 55 events. But, for the lower limit grinders its the brass ring that seems to allude my grasp each year. This year has an added incentive as PLO8 is being introduced to the line up and there's finally a game I would feel very comfortable playing against any pro.
Thanks for dropping by, now I hope you all are going to sign up for the Riverchasers kick off event this evening as I plan to have a drink or two this evening to relax and drop some hammers on the way to the final table.
Copied from Herr SoCo himself:
Tournament: 10754917
Riverchasers.com Tour Kickoff
Thursday January 11th, 2007 9 pm ET
NLHE$10+1
password: riverchasers
Edit: A story that will make you say "what the fuck, eh?" Spy coins? What's next flying death beavers?
Edit to an edit: Due to W's words last night my friend's stay in Iraq has possibly been extended beyond his April homecoming which would have been just in time to hit up the frost-bitten links together. Not happy.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Moody With a Side of Illness
Watch this because you have nothing else going on this morning besides filling out TPS reports and your cube-mate stole the last cruller again.
Is it sad that I did not see one movie that was listed at the People's Choice Awards (except "Cars" which I viewed as many times as I've seen my wife's back while climbing into bed)? Did anyone watch Robin Williams get lost inside Queen Latifah's dress while attempting some ill-conceived dry hump? And you thought walking in on your parents was bad.
I quickly changed the channel to Commando to watch the Govenator blow things up, spout some bad one-liners “don’t disturb my friend he’s dead tired” and Alyssa Milano in her days before lesbian flicks and showing off her witch boobies with that chick from 90210. All in the attempt to deflect another ho-hum day at the virtual tables in which I managed to lose a single digit amount and feel assy towards anyone I chatted with.
Hell even Speaker couldn't lighten me up to play in one of my favorite tourneys (HORSE token tourney at Full Tilt). And it’s not the poker causing a foul mood.
This mystery cold/flu bug has cast a germ ridden blanket over our house for the past six weeks and shows no signs of leaving. Sick + Tired = Shorten Patience, which of course leads to the dark side of the force and potentially crappy sequels. Faith I have an abundance of, but I’d be lying if I said my outwards appearance of smiles was genuine right now.
A deflection is set for Friday as my friends are getting together for some good old fashioned donkey poker with wild card games, Guts, Baseball, Maverick, and probably a Texas Hold Em’ tourney to appease Jay’s appetite for the game. No wheelchair rides will be necessary but I’ll hoist a few Cap’n Cokes in search of having a good time.
And please if you chat with me this week; tell me to put a goddamn stitch in it. I hate being a sourpuss while being around friends. Veneno... Thursday night will work :)
Thanks for dropping by, now if you haven’t been reading the REAL PokerStars Caribbean Adventure blog by Mrs. Otis (one more mention of “Otis is a hunk of Man Candy” and I think I’ll have to refrain from drinking around him during the next blogger meet). Check out her lushing it up with a couple of Brits and regretting the hangover the next day.
But, if you want the fruits of labor from this Adonis with a goatee… the WPT final table is set.
Is it sad that I did not see one movie that was listed at the People's Choice Awards (except "Cars" which I viewed as many times as I've seen my wife's back while climbing into bed)? Did anyone watch Robin Williams get lost inside Queen Latifah's dress while attempting some ill-conceived dry hump? And you thought walking in on your parents was bad.
I quickly changed the channel to Commando to watch the Govenator blow things up, spout some bad one-liners “don’t disturb my friend he’s dead tired” and Alyssa Milano in her days before lesbian flicks and showing off her witch boobies with that chick from 90210. All in the attempt to deflect another ho-hum day at the virtual tables in which I managed to lose a single digit amount and feel assy towards anyone I chatted with.
Hell even Speaker couldn't lighten me up to play in one of my favorite tourneys (HORSE token tourney at Full Tilt). And it’s not the poker causing a foul mood.
This mystery cold/flu bug has cast a germ ridden blanket over our house for the past six weeks and shows no signs of leaving. Sick + Tired = Shorten Patience, which of course leads to the dark side of the force and potentially crappy sequels. Faith I have an abundance of, but I’d be lying if I said my outwards appearance of smiles was genuine right now.
A deflection is set for Friday as my friends are getting together for some good old fashioned donkey poker with wild card games, Guts, Baseball, Maverick, and probably a Texas Hold Em’ tourney to appease Jay’s appetite for the game. No wheelchair rides will be necessary but I’ll hoist a few Cap’n Cokes in search of having a good time.
And please if you chat with me this week; tell me to put a goddamn stitch in it. I hate being a sourpuss while being around friends. Veneno... Thursday night will work :)
Thanks for dropping by, now if you haven’t been reading the REAL PokerStars Caribbean Adventure blog by Mrs. Otis (one more mention of “Otis is a hunk of Man Candy” and I think I’ll have to refrain from drinking around him during the next blogger meet). Check out her lushing it up with a couple of Brits and regretting the hangover the next day.
But, if you want the fruits of labor from this Adonis with a goatee… the WPT final table is set.
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
Its Like Galaga, Only It Cost More Quarters
To those who multi-table profitably beyond zwei or even drei number of tables... my Loden Hut is tipped in your direction.
I’ll write up tonight about the numbers behind day two of ten tabling the $1/$2 limit games on PokerStars to obtain a higher VIP status at Keep Your Poker Face. Quick synopsis: Not worth the eye strain and the amount of missed bets may outweigh the sheer amount of hands in which you get your opponents paying your superior hands off.
Some people swear by multi-tabling to the point where the game becomes a video poker slot machine vs. a ring game versus people sitting behind an avatar or cute kid picture. Since there’s no rakeback besides the fairly decent VIP program at Stars, at this point I would suggest trying to move up in levels versus attempting this grind of raising/folding/calling solely because Ed Miller told you it’s a good idea. Great author, but books shouldn’t be the bottom line when making poker decisions.
My daughter has decided it is imprudent to sleep during the single digit hours of the evening for the past few nights, because getting mommy and daddy out of bed is much safer. It doesn’t do much for my productivity at work, but it’s definitely trying out my ability to put together two coherent words together in a sentence this morning.
On a related note… which do you think can be accomplished faster?
a) Changing a diaper on a toddler who doesn’t understand the word “no” and loves her new found ability to roll over endlessly. Bonus points for not spilling poo all over.
b) Roping a calf’s legs after lassoing it from a galloping horse. Bonus points if you have ridden a horse more then Whiplash has saddled up on a dog.
Thanks for dropping by, now I’d like to thank the Florida Gators for erasing my horrid NFL weekend and showing the nation that the Big Ten was indeed overrated this year. But I do wonder if the game would have been closer if Teddy Ginn didn’t get gimpy.
I guess that would be like reflecting back on those fours you threw away to two raises only to see two all-ins and quads after the flop.
I’ll write up tonight about the numbers behind day two of ten tabling the $1/$2 limit games on PokerStars to obtain a higher VIP status at Keep Your Poker Face. Quick synopsis: Not worth the eye strain and the amount of missed bets may outweigh the sheer amount of hands in which you get your opponents paying your superior hands off.
Some people swear by multi-tabling to the point where the game becomes a video poker slot machine vs. a ring game versus people sitting behind an avatar or cute kid picture. Since there’s no rakeback besides the fairly decent VIP program at Stars, at this point I would suggest trying to move up in levels versus attempting this grind of raising/folding/calling solely because Ed Miller told you it’s a good idea. Great author, but books shouldn’t be the bottom line when making poker decisions.
My daughter has decided it is imprudent to sleep during the single digit hours of the evening for the past few nights, because getting mommy and daddy out of bed is much safer. It doesn’t do much for my productivity at work, but it’s definitely trying out my ability to put together two coherent words together in a sentence this morning.
On a related note… which do you think can be accomplished faster?
a) Changing a diaper on a toddler who doesn’t understand the word “no” and loves her new found ability to roll over endlessly. Bonus points for not spilling poo all over.
b) Roping a calf’s legs after lassoing it from a galloping horse. Bonus points if you have ridden a horse more then Whiplash has saddled up on a dog.
Thanks for dropping by, now I’d like to thank the Florida Gators for erasing my horrid NFL weekend and showing the nation that the Big Ten was indeed overrated this year. But I do wonder if the game would have been closer if Teddy Ginn didn’t get gimpy.
I guess that would be like reflecting back on those fours you threw away to two raises only to see two all-ins and quads after the flop.
Monday, January 08, 2007
Your Love Doesn't Pay My Bills
Romosexuals are weeping, how you could trust a man who can’t hold his balls?
Eagles fans are rejoicing (Al and Big Mike, sorry I couldn’t make it to the Boathouse I figured you two got a flood of calls after Akers split the uprights). I tip a victorous Cap’n Coke in your general direction.
And I’m still in a household ready for inspection by the CDC. Its been almost a month now that we’ve been fighting this cold/flu bug at Casa De Germ causing just a little frustration and not so much post-holiday cheer. Not to mention some bedtime Barry White-esqe talk that includes “Baby, do you need a tissue and some Nyquil?”.
The little ones are feeling better due to an infusion of medicine and late night cuddles when their ear aches act up. Meaning even less sleep for me and the missus, but I’ll forgo a little sleep because I know they won’t stay small like this for long and soon I’ll be waking up in the middle of the night for different reasons to check on the kids.
With the downtime or uptime if you choose to reflect at it in a glass-half-full manner I did manage to take a roller coaster ride through variance this weekend, gaining only a gaggle of Full Tilt Points and FPPs at PokerStars. No gain, no pain. Well, a little pain of giving away some money to the mouth-breathers at the O8 tables again as I got called a moron and several other terms of endearment that should only be repeated on 50 Cent’s newest album. Yes, great job ducking my 21 outs twice once again sir. No, no, top pair is awesome!!! Thus the merry-go-round of poker continues and I’m still lining up daily for a ticket.
I did attempt to figure out the mind set behind becoming a “Supernova Elite” while playing nine tables of $1/$2 limit Hold Em’ for one hour. I figured most of those players are playing 10+ SnGs at the $215 or more level like the artist formerly known as PokerNerd, but could a small time ring game player do it?
At the end of the blinding array of cards, bad beats (both dished out and received), and a few U LUKY FOOKER OMFG U SUK comments I received a grand total of 376 VPPs (the barometer used to acquire such lofty status). Let’s do some fuzzy math:
You need one milllllllion (cue Dr. Evil) VPPs to get to SuperPokerGeek status and open the gates to the Valhalla of online poker.
Say you get an average of 400 points per hour at the lower levels (this goes up for those who play at higher tiers and 6-max games) but my figures are for the bottom feeders like me who picked every single NFL wrong this weekend and need to rebuild.
X = hours needed
400x = 1,000,000
X = a big fuckin number of hours that only cyborgs like those in the Supernova clubhouse will obtain (look for Otis to report the first Supernova Elite next month while standing next to the kid who looks like the space people from Cocoon).
At least I can still save up for a cool t-shirt, right?
Thanks for dropping by, now hop on over to PokerStars blog for more up to the nanosecond PokerStars Caribbean Adventure coverage by Otis.
Also, Pauly is already chasing losses down under while covering the Aussie Millions for Pokernews. Check out the cool video replay of a major hand during the tourney.
And just an fyi… Peppermint lotion does not soothe the effects of shaving.
Enjoy your breakfast!
Eagles fans are rejoicing (Al and Big Mike, sorry I couldn’t make it to the Boathouse I figured you two got a flood of calls after Akers split the uprights). I tip a victorous Cap’n Coke in your general direction.
And I’m still in a household ready for inspection by the CDC. Its been almost a month now that we’ve been fighting this cold/flu bug at Casa De Germ causing just a little frustration and not so much post-holiday cheer. Not to mention some bedtime Barry White-esqe talk that includes “Baby, do you need a tissue and some Nyquil?”.
The little ones are feeling better due to an infusion of medicine and late night cuddles when their ear aches act up. Meaning even less sleep for me and the missus, but I’ll forgo a little sleep because I know they won’t stay small like this for long and soon I’ll be waking up in the middle of the night for different reasons to check on the kids.
With the downtime or uptime if you choose to reflect at it in a glass-half-full manner I did manage to take a roller coaster ride through variance this weekend, gaining only a gaggle of Full Tilt Points and FPPs at PokerStars. No gain, no pain. Well, a little pain of giving away some money to the mouth-breathers at the O8 tables again as I got called a moron and several other terms of endearment that should only be repeated on 50 Cent’s newest album. Yes, great job ducking my 21 outs twice once again sir. No, no, top pair is awesome!!! Thus the merry-go-round of poker continues and I’m still lining up daily for a ticket.
I did attempt to figure out the mind set behind becoming a “Supernova Elite” while playing nine tables of $1/$2 limit Hold Em’ for one hour. I figured most of those players are playing 10+ SnGs at the $215 or more level like the artist formerly known as PokerNerd, but could a small time ring game player do it?
At the end of the blinding array of cards, bad beats (both dished out and received), and a few U LUKY FOOKER OMFG U SUK comments I received a grand total of 376 VPPs (the barometer used to acquire such lofty status). Let’s do some fuzzy math:
You need one milllllllion (cue Dr. Evil) VPPs to get to SuperPokerGeek status and open the gates to the Valhalla of online poker.
Say you get an average of 400 points per hour at the lower levels (this goes up for those who play at higher tiers and 6-max games) but my figures are for the bottom feeders like me who picked every single NFL wrong this weekend and need to rebuild.
X = hours needed
400x = 1,000,000
X = a big fuckin number of hours that only cyborgs like those in the Supernova clubhouse will obtain (look for Otis to report the first Supernova Elite next month while standing next to the kid who looks like the space people from Cocoon).
At least I can still save up for a cool t-shirt, right?
Thanks for dropping by, now hop on over to PokerStars blog for more up to the nanosecond PokerStars Caribbean Adventure coverage by Otis.
Also, Pauly is already chasing losses down under while covering the Aussie Millions for Pokernews. Check out the cool video replay of a major hand during the tourney.
And just an fyi… Peppermint lotion does not soothe the effects of shaving.
Enjoy your breakfast!
Friday, January 05, 2007
Four for Four Special
"If I get six pizzas how much is it?"
"Regular price, then four bucks four bucks four bucks four bucks four bucks"
Four hours of poker spanning a PLO8 SnG, PLO MTT, some deep stack micro-NLHE with people trying to take my precious pennies (I'M LOOKING AT YOU SOXLOVER!!!). :)
And three tables of PLO8 $100, for four hours and what did I get?
Four bucks.
See you at Pizza Hut.
Thanks for dropping by, now my pimp post is up at Keep Your Poker Face for Pauly and Otis as they tackle the major tourneys happening in places that are not covered in snow.
"Regular price, then four bucks four bucks four bucks four bucks four bucks"
Four hours of poker spanning a PLO8 SnG, PLO MTT, some deep stack micro-NLHE with people trying to take my precious pennies (I'M LOOKING AT YOU SOXLOVER!!!). :)
And three tables of PLO8 $100, for four hours and what did I get?
Four bucks.
See you at Pizza Hut.
Thanks for dropping by, now my pimp post is up at Keep Your Poker Face for Pauly and Otis as they tackle the major tourneys happening in places that are not covered in snow.
Thursday, January 04, 2007
Those Who Can't Do, Teach
This doesn't help my wrap draws come in, or keep the flocks of groupies away while chanting for more peppermint lotion. (Can I say I hate Moveable Type, can't figure out the pictures or how to set a proper link).
But it was a nice ego boost that someone felt I had a little poker knowledge to share.
And for those who need real entertainment, the latest collection of Truckin' scribes from Dr. Pauly:
Truckin' - January 2007, Vol. 7, Issue 1
Welcome back to the first issue of the new year!
1. Merry Ethan by Paul McGuire When I was done with my public display of urination, The Rooster stood in front of the bar with Ethan Hawke who smoked a cigarette. That's when I yelled out, "Yo Ethan, who's better in the sack? Winona or Uma?"... More
2. By Mennen by Otis I can't remember where I read it, but for some reason I believe that Adolf Hitler was so concerned about potential body odor that he went to extreme measures (I think it was surgery) to alleviate perspiration. Of course, I may be making this all up... More
3. Pulling a Dawn by Dawn Summers She cleaned up the spill with paper towels and soap-soaked sponges and carefully picked up every piece of broken glass. Well, almost every piece. She apparently missed a shard that had slid near the fridge, but her bare heel stepped up to the plate and snatched it right up when Dawn went to get some butter. Dawn said some bad words as she left bloody heel prints from the kitchen to the bathroom... More
4. Reunion by Doog For the first time, Sean noticed the evidence of years' passage on her face the small wrinkles around her eyes and mouth, the youthful freshness lost from her skin. She was no longer the perfect girl he remembered from ten years ago, but she was certainly a very beautiful woman... More
5. The Tulsa Incident by Sean A. Donahue I had to alert the authorities, I had to let them know that something shady was going on here, something wasn't right. I slowly started back toward my car, careful not to make any noise as I passed the men's room... More
6. Shadow Boxing by Nick Cantwell We met in a Deli. I'd just finished training.I spilt her coffee as I squeezed my big ass past her table.I bought her another one. She asked me what I did. Punchbag. Boxer I told her... More
But it was a nice ego boost that someone felt I had a little poker knowledge to share.
And for those who need real entertainment, the latest collection of Truckin' scribes from Dr. Pauly:
Truckin' - January 2007, Vol. 7, Issue 1
Welcome back to the first issue of the new year!
1. Merry Ethan by Paul McGuire When I was done with my public display of urination, The Rooster stood in front of the bar with Ethan Hawke who smoked a cigarette. That's when I yelled out, "Yo Ethan, who's better in the sack? Winona or Uma?"... More
2. By Mennen by Otis I can't remember where I read it, but for some reason I believe that Adolf Hitler was so concerned about potential body odor that he went to extreme measures (I think it was surgery) to alleviate perspiration. Of course, I may be making this all up... More
3. Pulling a Dawn by Dawn Summers She cleaned up the spill with paper towels and soap-soaked sponges and carefully picked up every piece of broken glass. Well, almost every piece. She apparently missed a shard that had slid near the fridge, but her bare heel stepped up to the plate and snatched it right up when Dawn went to get some butter. Dawn said some bad words as she left bloody heel prints from the kitchen to the bathroom... More
4. Reunion by Doog For the first time, Sean noticed the evidence of years' passage on her face the small wrinkles around her eyes and mouth, the youthful freshness lost from her skin. She was no longer the perfect girl he remembered from ten years ago, but she was certainly a very beautiful woman... More
5. The Tulsa Incident by Sean A. Donahue I had to alert the authorities, I had to let them know that something shady was going on here, something wasn't right. I slowly started back toward my car, careful not to make any noise as I passed the men's room... More
6. Shadow Boxing by Nick Cantwell We met in a Deli. I'd just finished training.I spilt her coffee as I squeezed my big ass past her table.I bought her another one. She asked me what I did. Punchbag. Boxer I told her... More
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
It Smells Like Teen Dating
Her hair was a feathery blonde that came from a Farrah Fawcett poster and hinted a smell of citrus fruits. The smile, crooked with deviation and playfulness. Her eyes mirrored my own as a deep ocean blue to be gazed into for its vastness and had no end. From playing hockey and soccer she had legs that carried a F.D.A. recommended daily allowance of viewing.
The honest laughs came from her locker adjacent to my pictures of Chris Chelios and Rachel Hunter. Despite my outwards appearance of two or members of “The Breakfast Club” meshed together, she’d spend the two or three minutes talking about last night’s hockey game, or on special occasions a simple note drafted on grayed notebook paper before the bell sounding a warning to run to Civics class.
The first kiss lasted nearly two hours and didn’t stop until the lights came up the driveway, casting a shadow into the porch, signifying my parents were home and we were supposed to be at the Homecoming game. With the trusted multi-colored 85’ Nova parked out front we quickly gathered up articles of clothing that happened to fall to the carpeted floor and took a few minutes to exchange smiles as I dropped her off with Tears for Fears playing in the background.
For the high school years, a cat-and-mouse game would be played, she’d throw a scrap of interest my way and I’d lap it up like a heroin addict looking for a hit. Fuck dignity or any sense of pride, it was her! She calls, and I come a-runnin with my hard-on whipped out of my pants looking for a score that would never happen.
Much like my poker game.
I’ve tried several times over the course of the past two years to move beyond the $100 tables and each attempt has been thwarted by those soft, lavender smelling B-cups. The relatively higher stakes look so attractive, yet I find them so unattainable with my game because of the “bad luck” I get with each attempt. Each new slap carries a bigger scar that doesn't go away easily. Whether it be a flush card, the board pairing, “getting your money in with the best of it”, yadda yadda yadda, the door to her locker seems to close right before her newest boyfriend would walk down the hallway from Trig class and shuttle her off to her next class.
Tenacity or stupidity? I still can’t figure out what keeps me going nightly, weekly, monthly, yearly in the pursuit of something that every curve of body language is pointing out that I’m not in the right place. Each time the black chips slide into the middle, some horrible mole with a hair sticking out of it appears as the fifth card and I’m left with blue balls and scrambled porn on a 13” TV set.
Sure, variance will a shine a light on me one of these days while taking a shot, but in the meantime you’ll find me in the arms of another former soccer player that I get to call my wife.
Thanks for dropping by, now if you have any critique or suggestions for my new pokerific site KeepYourPokerFace, let em rip. I’m trying to find a balance (special thanks to Pauly).
The honest laughs came from her locker adjacent to my pictures of Chris Chelios and Rachel Hunter. Despite my outwards appearance of two or members of “The Breakfast Club” meshed together, she’d spend the two or three minutes talking about last night’s hockey game, or on special occasions a simple note drafted on grayed notebook paper before the bell sounding a warning to run to Civics class.
The first kiss lasted nearly two hours and didn’t stop until the lights came up the driveway, casting a shadow into the porch, signifying my parents were home and we were supposed to be at the Homecoming game. With the trusted multi-colored 85’ Nova parked out front we quickly gathered up articles of clothing that happened to fall to the carpeted floor and took a few minutes to exchange smiles as I dropped her off with Tears for Fears playing in the background.
For the high school years, a cat-and-mouse game would be played, she’d throw a scrap of interest my way and I’d lap it up like a heroin addict looking for a hit. Fuck dignity or any sense of pride, it was her! She calls, and I come a-runnin with my hard-on whipped out of my pants looking for a score that would never happen.
Much like my poker game.
I’ve tried several times over the course of the past two years to move beyond the $100 tables and each attempt has been thwarted by those soft, lavender smelling B-cups. The relatively higher stakes look so attractive, yet I find them so unattainable with my game because of the “bad luck” I get with each attempt. Each new slap carries a bigger scar that doesn't go away easily. Whether it be a flush card, the board pairing, “getting your money in with the best of it”, yadda yadda yadda, the door to her locker seems to close right before her newest boyfriend would walk down the hallway from Trig class and shuttle her off to her next class.
Tenacity or stupidity? I still can’t figure out what keeps me going nightly, weekly, monthly, yearly in the pursuit of something that every curve of body language is pointing out that I’m not in the right place. Each time the black chips slide into the middle, some horrible mole with a hair sticking out of it appears as the fifth card and I’m left with blue balls and scrambled porn on a 13” TV set.
Sure, variance will a shine a light on me one of these days while taking a shot, but in the meantime you’ll find me in the arms of another former soccer player that I get to call my wife.
Thanks for dropping by, now if you have any critique or suggestions for my new pokerific site KeepYourPokerFace, let em rip. I’m trying to find a balance (special thanks to Pauly).
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
Tugboat Stuck in a Hurricane
Being around two sick kids for over ten days tends to wear on one’s patience. I’m not sure that my inability to make instant pancakes (with chocolate chips of course) to the exact specification that my loving wife wanted caused her to blow up at me but it still happened.
Now, I’m back in the quiet comforts of work with the number (112) in black bold print on my inbox reminding me that I was gone for several days and people who didn’t get last week off would like some letters and punctuation marks thrown in their general direction. Right after I hit up a couple of points…
Bobby Knight, congrats you chair-throwing basketball genius. I can’t help but feel after watching Sportscenter this morning that you looked like your fly was down while the cheers rang out after victory 880. Maybe it was Dick Vitale’s presence with those four dorks behind him, body painted in crimson red that will probably get laid the next the Vikes are listed in a playing capacity for the Super Bowl. But, I think the real reason was… it wasn’t inside Assembly Hall at IU. You still look like a porn slapper giving out ½ off coupons to Subway or Pamela Anderson accepting an acting award. You deserved to have that moment at your real home General.
Vacations are no longer “resting time” when the second child invades your home. No, it’s a time of running around and doing everything besides getting completely different identities and moving to Canada under the alias Jean-Pierre LeFrenc the professional syrup maker. I manage a couple of nice snoozes, but for the most part I played the role of daddy or verbally beaten husband that just tries to stand out of the way. My wife takes on too much and I get the backlash when the dam breaks and the flood of emotion pours out into Lake GetTheFuckOutOfMyWay. Oh, the joys of marriage! Top it off with Wyatt hanging a temp of 103 and the little one expressing her discomfort of three nasty diapers in three hours and there’s little joy in Mudville.
At least the wings were good and thanks to Boise State’s refusal to die and refusal to go into OT #2… I’m $100 richer thanks to hitting my number board! SKOL BLUE (or whatever they call themselves)!
Thanks for dropping by, now I’ll try tomorrow to come up with last year’s resolutions and make up some for this year that I’ll follow for .438 seconds and just go back to watching Deal or No Deal reruns on CNBC.
Also big props to Joe Speaker at the page formerly known as the Obituarium on his new gig at PokerWorks!!!!
Now, I’m back in the quiet comforts of work with the number (112) in black bold print on my inbox reminding me that I was gone for several days and people who didn’t get last week off would like some letters and punctuation marks thrown in their general direction. Right after I hit up a couple of points…
Bobby Knight, congrats you chair-throwing basketball genius. I can’t help but feel after watching Sportscenter this morning that you looked like your fly was down while the cheers rang out after victory 880. Maybe it was Dick Vitale’s presence with those four dorks behind him, body painted in crimson red that will probably get laid the next the Vikes are listed in a playing capacity for the Super Bowl. But, I think the real reason was… it wasn’t inside Assembly Hall at IU. You still look like a porn slapper giving out ½ off coupons to Subway or Pamela Anderson accepting an acting award. You deserved to have that moment at your real home General.
Vacations are no longer “resting time” when the second child invades your home. No, it’s a time of running around and doing everything besides getting completely different identities and moving to Canada under the alias Jean-Pierre LeFrenc the professional syrup maker. I manage a couple of nice snoozes, but for the most part I played the role of daddy or verbally beaten husband that just tries to stand out of the way. My wife takes on too much and I get the backlash when the dam breaks and the flood of emotion pours out into Lake GetTheFuckOutOfMyWay. Oh, the joys of marriage! Top it off with Wyatt hanging a temp of 103 and the little one expressing her discomfort of three nasty diapers in three hours and there’s little joy in Mudville.
At least the wings were good and thanks to Boise State’s refusal to die and refusal to go into OT #2… I’m $100 richer thanks to hitting my number board! SKOL BLUE (or whatever they call themselves)!
Thanks for dropping by, now I’ll try tomorrow to come up with last year’s resolutions and make up some for this year that I’ll follow for .438 seconds and just go back to watching Deal or No Deal reruns on CNBC.
Also big props to Joe Speaker at the page formerly known as the Obituarium on his new gig at PokerWorks!!!!
Edit: Jeepers... guess a few more congrats are in order... Change100, Amy, and Maudie all join the PokerWorks team!!! Congrats ladies!!!
StB... you played the hand just fine. Good strat, bad call by the idiot.
Monday, January 01, 2007
Wing and a Prayer
After some well wishes by ya'll I decided to accept the position of poker blogger over at Creative Weblogging.
Most of my poker-y content will be found here at Keep Your Poker Face. Personal knick-nacks, rants about muther f'in Eagles, Saints, Cleveland and the other 40 NFL teams that managed to lose for me yesterday will still be found here (I feel dirty about betting big on the Packers though...)
My voice there will be a drier, more conservative one as I'll be passing along links of the going on's in the poker world rather then explaining how quantum physics relate to the Swede in the five seat at my PLO8 table that forgot his fold button as I would here. Or how I pondered on life while risking frostbite last night in my buddy's garage holding a Private Stock Cap'n Coke and gurkha cigar.
A post perhaps for tomorrow. Wish me luck.
Thanks for dropping by, now its time for some college bowl games that matter! Well, if you have a numbers board or attended one of the school they do.
Most of my poker-y content will be found here at Keep Your Poker Face. Personal knick-nacks, rants about muther f'in Eagles, Saints, Cleveland and the other 40 NFL teams that managed to lose for me yesterday will still be found here (I feel dirty about betting big on the Packers though...)
My voice there will be a drier, more conservative one as I'll be passing along links of the going on's in the poker world rather then explaining how quantum physics relate to the Swede in the five seat at my PLO8 table that forgot his fold button as I would here. Or how I pondered on life while risking frostbite last night in my buddy's garage holding a Private Stock Cap'n Coke and gurkha cigar.
A post perhaps for tomorrow. Wish me luck.
Thanks for dropping by, now its time for some college bowl games that matter! Well, if you have a numbers board or attended one of the school they do.
Sunday, December 31, 2006
Fuck You Andy Reid
Takes out Garcia when I'm playing for 2nd in my fantasy football pool.
Takes out Garcia after I place a bet on the Eagles.
Fuck you sir (second prize goes to Tony "Floam" Romo for the outstanding performance against Detroit Rock City causing this Eagles/Falcons game to become junk).
Eight hours till the ball drop, and I'm getting on my holiday cheer before seeing the guys tonight for some cigars, some drinks, and some stories about past parties at the townhouse while slacking off Econ 101 again. Its funny how a group of guys that used to play Euchre while downing a liter of Tanqueray while counting the hours till McDonald's opened for breakfast could be mixing up Oatmeal cereal while making sure they brought some Desitin for their baby's raw ass.
Have a great New Years everyone, I hope that any tilt you may have going on in your life exits as liquor flows at least for one night.
Takes out Garcia after I place a bet on the Eagles.
Fuck you sir (second prize goes to Tony "Floam" Romo for the outstanding performance against Detroit Rock City causing this Eagles/Falcons game to become junk).
Eight hours till the ball drop, and I'm getting on my holiday cheer before seeing the guys tonight for some cigars, some drinks, and some stories about past parties at the townhouse while slacking off Econ 101 again. Its funny how a group of guys that used to play Euchre while downing a liter of Tanqueray while counting the hours till McDonald's opened for breakfast could be mixing up Oatmeal cereal while making sure they brought some Desitin for their baby's raw ass.
Have a great New Years everyone, I hope that any tilt you may have going on in your life exits as liquor flows at least for one night.
Friday, December 29, 2006
Bloggers Made Me Buy It
Turtle: I thought he quit
Johnny Drama: He quit cigarettes, not pussy (as Eric exits with Ari's new hot assistant)
Why O why don't I have HBO?!?!?!
I know I'm like 15 years behind, but watching Entourage season 1 has been awesome, can't wait for season 2... which will start around 3:00pm CST.
Johnny Drama: He quit cigarettes, not pussy (as Eric exits with Ari's new hot assistant)
Why O why don't I have HBO?!?!?!
I know I'm like 15 years behind, but watching Entourage season 1 has been awesome, can't wait for season 2... which will start around 3:00pm CST.
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
Math Is Hard
Win $170 at $3/$6 Hold Em' over 5 hours - earn $2.50 in comps
Lose *cough* $XXX.XX *cough* playing slots - earn $10.40 in comps
Equals "Why-the-fuck-do-I continue-to-play-those-damn-slots"
At the poker was fun, especially chatting it up with a regular to the game for most of the time and dragging a couple of big pots with junk cards when the odds were there.
And a side note... people playing blackjack in the high limit area are in one of three catagories:
1) Egotistical frat boy with hanger ons with fake tits, fake personalities, or fake sense of style
2) Grumpy old gambler that took a shower when it was stylish to crimp your hair while wearing leggings singing "What A Feeeeeeeeeling" and calling everyone "gnarly"
3) Asian players with no regards to the denomination of the chips or the 50 different languages they speak away from the table
Lose *cough* $XXX.XX *cough* playing slots - earn $10.40 in comps
Equals "Why-the-fuck-do-I continue-to-play-those-damn-slots"
At the poker was fun, especially chatting it up with a regular to the game for most of the time and dragging a couple of big pots with junk cards when the odds were there.
And a side note... people playing blackjack in the high limit area are in one of three catagories:
1) Egotistical frat boy with hanger ons with fake tits, fake personalities, or fake sense of style
2) Grumpy old gambler that took a shower when it was stylish to crimp your hair while wearing leggings singing "What A Feeeeeeeeeling" and calling everyone "gnarly"
3) Asian players with no regards to the denomination of the chips or the 50 different languages they speak away from the table
Monday, December 25, 2006
Merry Christmas To All
Full Tilt was kind enough to ship over ten buck thru their 12 Days of Christmas deal-o. Never won in the past but I figure I gave enough away yesterday to catch the attention of their RNG.
Merry Christmas everyone, and hope you and your families have a safe holidays with lots of monies bet on the Cowboys today...
Did I jinx them enough? :)
Be back on Wednesday as the wife was kind enough to let me use a comped room up at Grand Casino Hinckley tomorrow.
Merry Christmas everyone, and hope you and your families have a safe holidays with lots of monies bet on the Cowboys today...
Did I jinx them enough? :)
Be back on Wednesday as the wife was kind enough to let me use a comped room up at Grand Casino Hinckley tomorrow.
Friday, December 22, 2006
Things That Make Your French Toast Come Up
Want to make a Vikes fan violently ill?
Stuff him full of shots or...
Go on a Brett Farve wank-fest like the kind folks at ESPN, after an unimpressive win over the purple last night. Green Bay vs. the Vikes used to be a $150 bar tab complete with sore throat from taunting that guy in the torn Reggie White jersey.
Last night I fell asleep to Collinsworth's droning by halftime.
At least Williamson didn't disappoint as he switched from granite to marble hands for Lambeau Field last night. Way to earn that 1st round draft pick pay check kiddo.
Having a 6-9 record is one thing... losing both games to Green Bay? Unacceptable.
Stuff him full of shots or...
Go on a Brett Farve wank-fest like the kind folks at ESPN, after an unimpressive win over the purple last night. Green Bay vs. the Vikes used to be a $150 bar tab complete with sore throat from taunting that guy in the torn Reggie White jersey.
Last night I fell asleep to Collinsworth's droning by halftime.
At least Williamson didn't disappoint as he switched from granite to marble hands for Lambeau Field last night. Way to earn that 1st round draft pick pay check kiddo.
Having a 6-9 record is one thing... losing both games to Green Bay? Unacceptable.
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