Saturday, May 21, 2005

Random Spewage

The song/post titles are not mandatory on the weekends, though if Dep Leppard had a song title approximating "Random Spewage," I'd certainly have used it.

Played my first live tournament last night, a 12-table affair at a casino that looks like it might not be able to hold 12 tables. Not a badly run gig. Walked out of there thinking it was about my level and could beat it with a little luck. Buy a "little luck" I mean actualy getting some fucking cards for the first hour and/or the last hour I lasted.

The first hour was a re-buy and I took the double off the top (1000 chips for $20 added to starting stack of 300). Needn't have bothered. Those chips did nothing but gather dust. Best hand during the re-buy period was A7o. Dropped T150 or so in blinds and took the double add-on, another T1000 for $20.

Finally got some cards in the next 45 minutes, dragging pots with KK, and two Big Slicks. Was up to T5000 when the antes kicked in. And I again went dead. Actually saw a couple flops with medium suited connectors, but no love. No Ace-big. No pocket pairs. By the time the break rolled around, I'd been blinded/anted down to T2700 and staring at one orbit to make a move (500/1000; 100 ante). Folded three hands until I took a stand with KQc. A minimum raise in front and the guy wasn't happy I pushed, even though it was only 300 for him to (obviously) call. He was stealin' with K2s. Natuarally, he flopped a deuce. So rigged.

I think I accomplished what I wanted. I focused on every hand, got the rhythm of the game, tried reading players/counting the pot even when not in the pot, focused on my body language. There weren't any plays/players against whom I felt over-matched. In fact, I felt I could out-play a majority of them if given the chance. I'm also a better dealer than half the ones we had, as I not only helped out with the math on side pots, but once saved a player from taking a premature walk. Two nimrods were all in with shit (Q8o vs. J4o; seriously) and the board read 979A7. J4 got up to leave, the dealer pushed the pot to Q8 and started to muck the cards, when I slammed my hand on the board saying, "The board plays!"

As I said, I think I could take these guys. I was at least a little more observant. On a related note, it was a solid time. Some good-natured players and conversation.

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Haven't played any online poker since Tuesday (though that'll change in 45 minutes). The Boy and I spent this exceptionally hot May day out and about, an afternoon that included the following exchange:

AJ: (Crossing his arms) Daddy, I want to be grown up.
Me: Don't be in such a hurry, buddy. Being a kid is much better than being a grown up.
AJ: But I want to be like you.
Me: That's sweet. But you should enjoy being a kid.
AJ: Yeah, but if I'm like you I can smoke cigarettes.

On a scale of 1-10, with 10 signifying feeling like the biggest asshole in the world, I spent about a half-hour at 20. Guess I will have to quit. After Vegas. I'm feeling better about it now. A cig always calms me down.

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Went to the bookstore today and picked up "Harrington on Hold 'Em." I'm only 30 pages in and I'm already digging it. I'm gonna read it a couple times in the next 11 days. Also picked up "Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs" by Chuck Klosterman. Been wanting to pick this up for a while, but kept forgetting. Suffice to say, Chuck's the guy I want documenting my generation, not Douglas Fucking Coupland. Best way to get on my bad side is to say "Gen X." Don't even think it!

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An open letter to the California Department of Transportation:

Dear assholes,

I don't mind you closing down an entire freeway. I'm aware it must be done. And midnight is the right time to do it. But, there are A LOT of people who aren't exactly familiar with the Pedley area. In fact, I would suggest that anyone who doesn't live in Pedley would fall into that category. As such, herding us off the freeway, closing all the freeway on-ramps within a five mile radius AND NOT GIVING US DETOUR SIGNS is bad manners. That's 45 minutes of my life I will never recover. And if I sustain irrepearable kidney damage because a a crucial urination was delayed for said 45 minutes, I'm gonna have your asses.

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What to do now? What to do, what to do...

12-pack of Newcastle. Check.
Fresh Pack of Cigs. Check.
Crazy $11 Re-Buy on Stars. Check.

Giddyup.

3 Comments:

At 9:29 PM, Blogger poker_ghost said...

congrats on reaching 10K hits on this blog, multiply that by 1000 if you make it the final table at the WSOP.

And remember, Caltrans workers are the hardest working individuals on the planet (with the exception of maybe mimes and obituarians), so lets cut them some slack.

 
At 10:43 PM, Blogger April said...

What if I say "Shampoo Planet"?

;)

 
At 9:59 PM, Blogger StudioGlyphic said...

Dude, are you a man or what? If you gotta go, just pull over and do it.

Funny stuff about AJ and the cigs. Don't let your wife know.

 

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