Big Game Tilt

Ungoddamedmotherfuckingreal. After building my stack up to around 4,200 after managing to get myself down to around 1,100, I find myself with TT and raise it to 666 from Mungo who had made it 366 (you know how Mungo loves those crazy bets). He calls. Flop is 83T rainbow, he checks, I bet 666, he pushes, I call. The only thing I am really worried about is that he was playing a 97 and hit an OESD. He shows 88 to my TT and I’m sitting pretty. 4 hits the turn and I’m getting ready to move into 2^nd place, if not 1^st in this, my first Big Game. River brings an 8 and I watch all my chips get shipped to Mungo. My jaw dropped as my brain processes what just happened. That damn Canuck must have had some pretty fucking huge horseshoe up his ass as he hit his one outer to send me to the rail.

Ah well, cant really complain about the way we played it. I’m sure when he bet he put me on a pocket pair or an AT and was happy to see me bet into his set. I was just as happy to see him push into my set so was I happy to make the call. I was near euphoric to see him show a set of 8’s as the whole table pretty much saw the pot shipping my way. The whole hand played out just the way you would want it to, except of course that part about him hitting his quads on river. It was nice to see that he took pretty good care of those chips, as he made 3^rd place and got himself a nice little payday there.

And now for the obligatory tourney pimpage:

Monday: Monday’s at the Hoy (MATH)
Where: PokerStars
Buy-in: $20+2
Time: 22:00 ET
Password: hammer

Tuesday: WWdN (Name) Invitational (the Name changes, bust out the host; Wil Wheaton, and the next one is named after you).
Where: PokerStars
Buy-in: $10+1
Time: 20:30 ET
Password: monkey

Wednesday: The Mookie
Where: Full Tilt
Buy-in: $20+2
Time: 22:00 ET
Password: vegas1

Thursday: WWdN: Not the (Name) Invitational (the Name changes to the 2^nd place finisher, ie, Not quite good enough!)
Where: PokerStars
Buy-in: $10+1
Time: 23:00 ET
Password: monkey

32...Not So Good

Learned a valuable lesson at the WWdN Blogger game last night. When you find yourself having trouble focusing on the screen, it takes you most of your time to decide your action, when you want bet 3.5x BB and you bang in 350 (at 25/50), when you call down bets as your holding 66 on a board A9J with a flush to boot, you then realize that it’s way past time to check your blood sugar.

To start, the drive home, which normally takes about 1:15, took over 2:30 due to an accident involving a couple of semi’s about ½ way home. When I got home, I had to do some repair to the ferret cage, it seems the pig had been sleeping in front of it and his one of his tusks seems to had hook through and he seriously messed it up trying to get himself away. So I popped in real quick and got myself signed up, late, but there. By now, my food/insulin shot times are way off.

The game got going and I managed to more than double up by mid way through the 20/40 level, but that was when (looking back) I started to have some problems due to the low blood sugar. One unfortunate thing about low blood sugars (for me anyways) is that when you get yourself involved in something, it becomes difficult to notice that you are running low. In fact, at the live games people have asked me if I am doing all right once or twice as they notice before I do.

Anyways, shortly before break and just after donking off about 2/3 of my stack, mostly in that 66 hand mentioned above, I realized all was not well and checked the Sit Out box. Broke out the kit, checked the sugar and saw that it was 32. For reference, normal is 70-110 so I was pretty damn low. By the time I got the sugar back up, the game was going again and I sat down to around 835ish in chips with 75/150 blinds and the BB about to hit me again. Checked my Q high pocket, checked the flop and pushed the turn when it had been checked earlier—there was a Q on the flop. Sadly that turn was a K, which New just happened to have and with that, IGH.

After that miserable play what’s a boy to do? That’s right, fire up Tilt and play a SnG (non-token). At least I got to pad my roll there!

Don’t forget, tonight is the Mookie and we are still looking to cross that 80 player threshold so get over there and sign up!! Sadly I will not be there as I will be playing a live game tonight at the bar simply ‘cause it’s my birthday and they have a wonderful tradition. As the b-day boy, I will start double stacked. That nice little advantage will not last long cause as soon as we are all sitting, the TD will announce that I am the b-day boy and for the first two hours of play, everyone who buys me a drink will get a 500 chip. And Wednesdays typically have 40-60 players, methinks I will be in need of a new liver tomorrow! Dial-a-shot anyone?

6 Fucking Times!!!!

Six goddamed motherfucking times some ass caught runner-runner straights and fucking busted me out of my fucking tourneys!!! Un.Fucking.Real.

A Few Notes from Last Night

I don’t know about you, but I am freaking exhausted. Played one of the 100 FPP games on Stars for their WPT Caribbean Adventure. Game started at 9:00ish my time and I played until 2:30 am, and yes, I made it to the 10,000 FPP round two game!! Less than four hours later, time to get up and go to work.

I’m quite excited about this, as this will be the first time I have managed to win a seat to a second round game, bonus that it was a ‘free roll.’ Only handed out one major suckout all night. It was getting rather late; I was tired and had already lost about ½ my stack when I made a bad call. I was dealt ATo in the blind and called an EP min-raise. Flop gave me a ten so I bet the pot, got an all-in from EP and I called, after all, I would at least get my 100 FPP back and get to go to be. He showed Hiltons, but an A on the river sent him packing and pretty much put me back in the top 5.

One guy got me to chuckle when he called me a donkey for calling his 4x BB bet with an AKs and I hit 2 pair on the flop. This from the joker with a 76.3% VPIP. Crippled him on that hand and took him out the next orbit when he pushed with a 74o.

The one who irritated me was when there were three limpers and I had AQ s on the button so I raised it. Short stack pushed (only about 200 or 300 more) and everyone called. When the flop hit it missed me but the first to act pot bet and everyone folded. Ya know what he bet with? A flush DRAW! A J high flush Draw! What kind of a moron pushes people out of a pot with an all-in if they haven’t even made a hand yet!?! Well he missed his flush, neither his J nor his 4 hit, and shorty with 33 quadrupled up. Gotta love the morons with no concept of basic poker strategy in tourneys.

PCA round Two!!

5 handed fuckin table and I get 88 vs KK.  Un.Fucking.Real. Moved me from 2nd to fucking 7th. And only 6 move on….

Made the final table, now 2nd….

And I made it!! Whoo hoo, never made a freeroll before, wish me luck to the PCA!!!

Farewell Chipster...Octobers Suck

I’m beginning to wonder about October’s. This past week on Thursday one of my cats, Chip, passed away. You may or may not remember that just about this time last year my dog, Moto, passed away.

Chip was fairly young for a cat, she was around 12ish. Quite often, she would be on my lap as I donked away in our blogger games, sng’s or other games online. I cant recall off the top of my head what it was she had, but it slowly caused her to get thinner and thinner, slowly wasting away. The meds we got from the vet pretty much just took the spark from her, so we took her off the meds. Keeping her on the meds would have prolonged her existence, but not her life. It would have just been prolonging her death rather than increasing her life, so we let her live out the rest of her life as she had, only with a bunch of canned food (we usually only serve dry food for the cats, with the canned stuff as a special treat now and again).

During the last week, she spent much more time on my lap while I played online. She would usually just spend some quality time with me, around 45 minutes or so and then go off and do cat things, but up till the end she would usually say with me for hours, just laying there and purring. On Thursday, she got up a bit early and hopped off my lap, and with a slight wobble, walked off and went to where she likes to sleep behind the bed, and there she passed away. After not seeing her on Friday or all day Saturday, we suspected the worst, so we opened a couple cans of cat food that would normally bring her running, but when she did not show we started our search and found her where she likes to sleep (not an easy spot to get to mind you).

So now if I could ask you all to indulge me for a moment, won’t you all join me in a chant for all those who have passed.

Great Dharani

shin-myo jang-gu dae-da-ra-ni
na-mo-ra da-na da-ra ya-ya
na-mak ar-ya ba-ro-gi-je sae-ba-ra-ya
mo-ji sa-da-ba-ya ma-ha sa-da-ba-ya
ma-ha ga-ro-ni-ga-ya

om sal-ba-ba-ye su da-ra-na
ga-ra-ya da-sa-myong
na-mak-ka-ri-da-ba
i-mam ar-ya ba-ro-gi-je
sae-ba-ra da-ba i-ra gan-ta
na-mak ha-ri-na-ya ma-bal-ta
i-sa-mi sal-bal-ta sa-da-nam
su-ban a-ye-yom sal-ba bo-da-nam
ba-ba-mar-a mi-su-da-gam da-nya-ta

om a-ro-gye a-ro-ga
ma-ji-ro-ga ji-ga-ran-je
hye-hye-ha-rye ma-ha mo-ji
sa-da-ba sa-ma-ra sa-ma-ra ha-ri-na-ya
gu-ro-gu-ro gal-ma sa-da-ya sa-da-ya
do-ro-do-ro mi-yon-je
ma-ha mi-yon-je da-ra da-ra
da-rin na-rye sae-ba-ra ja-ra-ja-ra
ma-ra-mi-ma-ra a-ma-ra
mol-che-ye hye-hye ro-gye sae-ba-ra
ra-a mi-sa-mi na-sa-ya
na-bye sa-mi sa-mi na-sa-ya

mo-ha ja-ra mi-sa-mi
na-sa-ya ho-ro-ho-ro ma-ra-ho-ro
ha-rye ba na-ma-na-ba
sa-ra sa-ra shi-ri shi-ri
so-ro so-ro mot-cha mot-cha
mo-da-ya mo-da-ya
mae-da-ri-ya ni-ra-gan-ta
ga-ma-sa nal-sa-nam
ba-ra-ha-ra-na-ya

ma-nak-sa-ba-ha
shit-ta-ya sa-ba-ha
ma-ha-shit-ta-ya sa-ba-ha
shit-ta-yu-ye sae-ba-ra-ya sa-ba-ha
ni-ra-gan-ta-ya sa-ba-ha
ba-ra-ha mok-ka shing-ha
mok-ka-ya sa-ba-ha

ba-na-ma ha-ta-ya sa-ba-ha
ja-ga-ra yok-ta-ya sa-ba-ha
sang-ka som-na-nye mo-da-na-ya sa-ba-ha
ma-ha-ra gu-ta da-ra-ya sa-ba-ha
ba-ma-sa gan-ta i-sa-shi che da
ga-rin-na i-na-ya sa-ba-ha

mya-ga-ra jal-ma ni-ba
sa-na-ya sa-ba-ha na-mo-ra
da-na-da-ra ya-ya na-mak ar-ya
ba-ro gi-je sae-ba-ra-ya
sa-ba-ha

For a short amount of poker content, on Sunday I got into a $3 MTT on Stars. It was quite the rollercoaster ride, but of the 2,423 people in it, I went out in a miserable 20th. It was rather odd, but during my last 45 min or so in the tourney, I went up against the same big stack in six pots. Of them, I was way ahead in five of them, but nun-the-less, that bastard took the pot. Every.single.time. Lost over 250K to him in the six hands I played. Naturally I went out with pocket Aces. He bet enough to put me all in, I happily called as did the guy next to me. Me AA, the guy next to me, AK, Mr. Big Stack, QJ. Flop was J4Q, followed up with an A then a Q. I felt a rage losing to this guy six times, especially when I was ahead nearly every time and lost my entire stack to him. I damn near put my fist through the monitor. Then I realized something, I missed not having my cat with me.

Live and Learn

Well, by and large, I got raped at the tables last night. It seemed I was always fucking out kicked. The only positive note, I finally won myself a token in one of the marshmallow peep sex tourneys on Full Tilt. It’s about fracking time with one of those, I’ve been trying for a bit an never seemed to catch one. It just seems as if I didn’t have my Full Tilt groove on or something like that. I think the main thing is, I forgot about the Pot Bet button, I was always wondering about the size of some of those raises. Oh well, live and learn, and then show those mother frackers what you’ve got!!