Wednesday, July 26, 2006

You too can be an all around player....

Went to E's game on Friday. Its kind of a spinoff games for the local folks who want to play different versions of Poker. Omaha Hi/Lo w/half kill, and Stud Hi/Lo were the games of choice for the night. Pretty good action the entire evening, well atleast the two hours I got to play. I know now the biggest thing that killed me quickly for the night, those kill pots, you really have to lay your hand down when its only marginal. I let myself play a small two pair, not thinking Keenan had a set on the flop, I fill up on the river, but so does Keenan, I end up with 8's full, he ends up with Queens full. Oh well, not so bad, I still had about 40 left at that point. Yeah, like thats gonna happen, a few hands later in Omaha, I get pocket K/K/9/2, two clubs, Launts raises it to 10, I reraise to 15, he calls. I flop a set,with a flush draw, its a five bet to me from Launtz, I reraise to 10 again, he just calls. Turn brings an Ace, Launtz bets, I just call, river brings the case ace, Launts bets 10, I push my last 13 in, Launtz calls, and says, if you can beat quad aces you win. Nope, I muck my cards, Launtz beats me on a hand I win 92% of the time. Thats it for the night.

Ive been itching real bad to play lately, but the home life is making that difficult. The wife has really been on me about how much I play, considering I play alot less than I used to when I started out, I dont understand it. But, I have bills to catch up on, so I tell her Im gonna take some time off, I need to center myself. After starting the year off hot, Ive cooled lately. I think its because Ive been playing above my means, and thats hurting me, so I need to get back to normal, and then get back into playing, where I can play to win, instead of playing to protect my small profit.

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

A little friendly poker....

Got an IM on AOL from E last night around seven asking if I wanted in on a 1/1 game he was holding with some friends to donk around and have a good time. I have my cousin with me, so I decide to bring him along because hes been asking about playing some poker to learn and have a good time.

We get to E's around 9, sit down a little later and get down to business. I brought 100 for myself, and my cousin bought in small for 35. He lasted a little over an hour and a half, called alot of hands only to fold after the flop. He did admit he was there for a good time, not to make money.

I was roller coasting between 40-80 most of the might after I lost most of my initial buy in of 60 to Kenny when he flopped a set of 8's. Played off and on most of the night. I cant seem to find any rythm lately, I think I need to have a good buyin of 300 to have a good game anytime soon.

Cant really remember too many hands from the other night. Sure as hell dont want to get into hand histories considering my brain is fried from working in a 105 degree heat today. I finished the night up 100, made a comeback, and cashed out with a profit for the night.

Saturday, July 15, 2006

Is this something bad?...

My children love poker, absolutely love it.

My wife bought our kids some oversized bicycle cards awhile back, so I could play poker with my girls, because every time I would go out to play poker, they would ask to play with me, and I would have to tell them that they couldnt. So, she bought them some, and at first, I was reluctant to open them and let the kids play. I still had a part of me that said poker was bad, and its the kind of game you dont want your kids growing up and attempting to play.

So what was I to do? I love playing with my kids, and this seemed like a good way to teach them math,numbers, facecards,and competition. After much consideration, I decided to teach my children how to play poker.

Now, we dont play in the normal sense of the game, we have no chips, and no betting occurs. We simply deal out the cards, flip em over, and run the board. Whomever wins, wins.

The first time we played, my second daughter, in the course of 10 hands, had 2 straights, 3 sets, and one hand of quad aces. Needless to say, I think her luck factor is high. Ive gotten my youngest child into it, hes only 1, but talks well for his age. I love watching them when I tell them they won, throwing their hands into the air, screaming, I win! I win!. My oldest daughter loves pointing out the face cards. She would say, look Daddy, I have a Queen, or a Jack, or a King. Shes picking up the suits too, shes learned what a club and spade are, after she already knew hearts and diamonds from school. My second one is a copycat, when my oldest says she has a certain suit, like clubs, my second one will blurt out that she has a club too, even though she doesnt have one in her hand. Children say the darndest things.

I have personally come to terms that teaching them poker is fun, and someday they might, just might, make something out of what they learn. But right now, its just another fun way to spend time with Daddy. I think sometimes Im the one having the most fun, especially when they give me a bad beat.

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Yes, I teach...I teach, donkiness...

As usual I play the Thursday night game with some friends. It started out as a poker school, even though someone of my poker knowledge should not be teaching begineers how to play, but, due to the fact that my knowledge of poker makes me look like Howard Lederer compared to them, they decided to call it a "school", leaving me to be the teacher.

It all started out innocently enough, four of five guys getting together to shoot the breeze and throw a little cash around for the hell of it. I was hoping for a decent turnout each time, six of seven players would bring in enough cash to make it worthwhile to play.

Its been over three months, in those three months, the largest table we have seen is 6 people, with a grand total of 200 dollars on the table. I got most of the money that night, but not all of it. For some time I was leaving with a decent profit for 3 hours of play, and coast into the weekend looking forward to the 1/2 games to make more, or lose all my money.

Lately though, Ive been so behind on the bills that I always look to Thursday as a time to get a break from the "grind" of poker. Ive been playing horribly bad at my regular 1/2 homegames, desperate to make some money so I can catch up on bills, when in reality Im simply using the money I could have sent towards one of those bills that needs to be caught up on, this is doing nothing but making me completely frustrated with my play, then angry with my play, then retarded with my play.

Let me proceed with this by saying I am not hurting my life, family, standard of life, in any way by using this money for poker instead of bills. Everything gets payed, it just takes me a month or two longer to get it all back to square one. If I took one month off of poker, one month, I would be back in the black, and pissing all my extra money away to the donkies I play with.

Ok, back to the story. I let myself get to the point where every decision I make I second guess, that it turn just puts me on a tilt I dont need to be on. I let people play me, Ive talked with a few friends and they all agree, if I could control my temper better, I could play more solidly. I would love to listen to them, I just dont remember it when Im watching someone scoop a pot with a horrible flush, when I slow played my set, knowing they were drawing to a flush. Or flopping a flush, and letting someone get cheap cards to fill up on a boat. My play was getting better, and now, it just seems like Im regressing back to the fish I started out as.

Anyways, back to the friendly game on Thursdays. Thursdays work for me because, one, Fridays are relatively easy at my work, two, its the closest game in town for me, and three, its a bunch of predictable players, who I can usually get a little cash off of, while having fun.

Guess where this is going? Yes, all these Thursday night players used to be predictable. Not any longer. I have given a few pointers here and there, they have picked up a few things here and there, and now, here and there, they win with some insanely bad hands that I let myself get drawn out on.

The past two games I havent made one damn penny. This was supposed to be fun. Well, Jay isnt making any money, so its not fun anymore. I feel some good come from the fact that these guys are trusting their own instincts more, and calling where they would normally fold, or pushing where they normally wouldnt, or calling because of pot odds, and decent draws. And thats taken me back to all the other games I play, where I see a horrible hand win, and I start to let my temper flare, then I let the retardedness follow.

Where do I go from here? Get back to ABC poker? Take a month or two off like I want to? What? Learn how to play all over again? How do you do that? Everyone has slumps, everyone goes through low times. When am I going to get back on that high? Only time will tell. I know one thing for sure though, these past few months have been really frustrating after starting off the year on a great run.

Thursday, July 06, 2006

Bodog isnt bad...

Spent the day at work doing the office thing for once. After almost a month of working in a mudput in Southern Maryland, its good to be able to lump around the office answering phones and doing paperwork. Found out today that the longest tenured employee in the company above me has finally called it quits and decided to retire. It doesnt mean a pay raise or anything, but it does mean I only have one person above me, well technically three, but two of them are out of state.

Sitting at the computer doing some internet maintenance, my boss tells me hes been playing a ton of 10 and 20 dollar heads up matches, and has probably won 75-80 percent of them. I watch him for a little while, hes one of those grinder types, slow plays the aces or nuts, and just slowly dwindles players away. I myself probably act like a maniac most of the time heads up, but I have been known to become a rock against players more aggresive than me.

Anyways, my boss informed me that the minimum buy in for bodog is a nice little 20 dollars, and you always get a 10% bonus no matter what amount you put in. Not bad. I decide to jump in and play a little Omaha H, dink around in the pot limit room for a bit, only to leave 5 dollars up. Finally decide to go back to one of my money makers, the 10 dollar SnG's. Just played in three of them, and finished in the money each time, taking third in the first one, second in the second one, and first in the last one I just played. Turned twenty dollars, plus two for the 10% bonus, to a little over 60 dollars. I like the format in bodog, I think I might regular this site for a bit.

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

Really, happy fourth of July...

I hope everyone reading this has/had a beautiful day of fun, family, and fireworks.
Now let me leave you with a few wonderful stories that a friend of mine posted. I know it sounds cliche, but put yourself into the shoes of these Americans, and stop taking for granted what youve been given as a privilege by someone elses sacrifice. Could you do the same? Enjoy...

RAGGED OLD FLAG
I walked through a country court house square
On a park bench an old man was sitting there
I said, "Your court house is kinda run down"
He said, "Naw, it'll do for our little town"
I said, "Your flag pole has a leaned a little bit
And that's a Ragged Old Flag you got hanging on it
"He said, "Have a seat" and I sat down"
Is this the first time you've been in our little town?"
I said, "I think it is," he said "I don't like to brag
But we're kinda proud of that Ragged Old Flag
You see, we got a little hole in that flag there
When Washington took it across the Delaware
And it got powder burned the night Francis Scott Key
Sat watchin' it writing 'Say Can You See'
And it got a bad rip in New Orleans
With Packinham and Jackson tuggin' at its seams
And it almost fell at the Alamo
Beside the Texas flag but she waved on through
She got cut with a sword at Chancellorsville
And she got cut again at Shiloh Hill
There was Robert E. Lee, Beauregard and Bragg
And the south wind blew hard on that Ragged Old Flag
On Flanders Field in World War I
She got a big hole from a Bertha Gun
She turned blood red in World War II
She hung limp and low by the time it was through
She was in Korea and Vietnam
She went where she was sent by her Uncle Sam
Native Americans, brown, yellow and white
All shed red blood for the Stars and Stripes
In her own good land here she's been abused
She's been burned, dishonored, denied and refused
And the government for which she stands
Has been scandalized throughout the land
And she's getting threadbare and wearing thin
But she's in good shape for the shape she's in
Cause she's been through the fire before
And I believe she can take a whole lot more
So we raise her up every morning, take her down every night
We don't let her touch the ground and fold her up right
On second thought I do like to brag
Cause I'm mighty proud of that Ragged Old Flag."

By Johnny Cash


THE PRICE THEY PAID

Have you ever wondered what happened to the 56 men who signed the Declaration of Independence?

Five signers were captured by the British as traitors and tortured before they died.

Twelve had their homes ransacked and burned.

Two lost their sons serving in the Revolutionary Army, another had two sons captured.

Nine of the 56 fought and died from wounds or hardships of the Revolutionary War.

They signed and they pledged their lives, their fortunes, and their sacred honor.

What kind of men were they?

Twenty-four were lawyers and jurists. Eleven were merchants, nine were farmers and large plantation owners; men of means, well educated.

But they signed the Declaration of Independence knowing full well that the penalty would be death if they were captured.

Carter Braxton of Virginia, a wealthy planter and trader, saw his ships swept from the seas by the British Navy. He sold his home and properties to pay his debts, and died in rags.

Thomas McKeam was so hounded by the British that he was forced to move his family almost constantly. He served in the Congress without pay, and his family was kept in hiding. His possessions were taken from him, and poverty was his reward.

Vandals or soldiers looted the properties of Dillery, Hall, Clymer, Walton, Gwinnett, Heyward, Ruttledge, and Middleton.

At the battle of Yorktown, Thomas Nelson, Jr., noted that the British General Cornwallis had taken over the Nelson home for his headquarters. He quietly urged General George Washington to open fire. The home was destroyed, and Nelson died bankrupt.

Francis Lewis had his home and properties destroyed. The enemy jailed his wife, and she died within a few months. John Hart was driven from his wife's bedside as she was dying. Their 13 children fled for their lives. His fields and his gristmill were laid to waste. For more than a year, he lived in forests and caves, returning home to find his wife dead and his children vanished. A few weeks later, he died from exhaustion and a broken heart.

Norris and Livingston suffered similar fates.

Such were the stories and sacrifices of the American Revolution.

These were not wild-eyed, rabble-rousing ruffians. They were soft-spoken men of means and education. They had security, but they valued liberty more.

Standing talk straight, and unwavering, they pledged: "For the support of this declaration, with firm reliance on the protection of the divine providence, we mutually pledge to each other, our lives, our fortunes, and our sacred honor."

They gave you and me a free and independent America.

The history books never told you a lot about what happened in the Revolutionary War. We didn't fight just the British. We were British subjects at that time and we fought our own government!

Some of us take these liberties so much for granted, but we shouldn't. So, take a few minutes while enjoying your 4th of July Holiday and silently thank these patriots.

It's not much to ask for the price they paid. Remember: Freedom is never free! I hope you will show your support by please sending this to as many people as you can.

It's time we get the word out that patriotism is NOT a sin, and the Fourth of July has more to it than beer, picnics, and baseball games.

GOD BLESS AMERICA!

I love Saunas at the shop...

I lost again at Pops, and now, I think Im starting to understand why I might have a problem playing there. I told E that I am very superstitious about playing at Pops house, I walk in with the complete intention to become unlucky and get outdrawn, and outflopped on. This happened a few times last night, I also caught alot of good flops last night too. But the one thing Im starting to wonder about is my tilt factor multiplied by the sauna that is the shop.

Pops house gets unberably hot when atleast 9 people are that the table, with one or two people sitting around to play. And you can tell the difference when you walk towards his setup area for food and drinks compared to the actual playing arena. Its like a fucking sauna. Now, Im sure its god awful for even skinny people, but Im a big man, so when I get hot, I get hot. And I cannot help but get hot and sweat at Pops house no matter what. I had a fan behind me the whole time, and all was good when it was directly on me. It was decided to put it on oscelate(I know Im spelling that wrong), and I had random moments of heat coming at me. Somehow I just dont think that helps me. I get hot, I get sucked out on, I try to prevent myself from going on tilt, and I cant. So I start playing insanely bad, and lose my money.

For those that actually read this far, Im not blaming it solely on the heat, Im simply saying it doesnt help any of us.

Most memorable hand of the night saw me push 130 something into a 20 dollar pot with A/Qoff, Trav decides to call me with pocket 4's, his hand holds up, and I get to sit out the rest of the night. Drove E home, almost got into a road rage incident with some little idiot punk and his girlfriend, he wouldnt pull over so I could teach him some manners, dropped E off, came home, slept till 1 something, had my wife bitch at me for losing 200 bucks. HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY YALL!!!