Sunday, September 14, 2008

I'd like to report a crime, and other assorted thoughts

So me and a group of degenerate friends (hell, they're all degenerates...that's why they're my friends!) went out to Viejas Casino to get some live poker on last night. And it just wasn't. my. night. It was insane how pathetic my evening was. The 1/2 and 1/3 NL games had heavy lists, so we signed up for 3/6 limit kill. My cards were generally junk...J-2 off, 4-7 s00ted, 9-T off 3 hands in a row, T-3 off, etc. And you know how when you fold rags like 7-3 and the flop comes down 3-7-3? Yeah, that wasn't even happening. I was just getting nowhere near the flops. One hand I admit that I should've gotten away from was about an hour in. I got dealt A-T spades in MP, and joined 2 other limpers. Both blinds were calling stations and came along. The flop came down K-J-x with two spades. So I've got a draw to Broadway, the nut flush draw, and a backdoor Royal draw. A round of betting and the turn brings an ace. Betting gets capped, and I could've gotten away from an obviously made straight, but TP and all my draws kept me in. River was a ten, giving me two pair. This is where I totally should've gotten away from it, but I couldn't. Fortunately the betting didn't get capped, and I lost to someone who was playing Q-T. Beyond that, I think my play was fairly solid. I just was getting unlucky. I lost set over set, I was outkicked on sets twice (my J-T vs J-Q and K-6 s00ted vs. A-6), had K-K cracked by the SB calling station's 2 pair with 9-5 off, and so on. Still, it was good to get out and play some live pokah.

I had to get the taste of last night out of my mouth, so while watching football (DAPGF was out to a movie with friends) I jumped into an 18 player SNG on Stars. Unlike last night, things did go my way. One series of 6 hands saw me get AA, AK, QQ, and AK again. All held up for decent pots. We got down to HU, with my having about a 9:1 chip advantage. And then the wheels started to fall off.

Seat 6: iamhoff (22868 in chips)
Seat 9: duncin mac (4132 in chips)
iamhoff: posts the ante 50
duncin mac: posts the ante 50
duncin mac: posts small blind 300
iamhoff: posts big blind 600
*** HOLE CARDS ***
Dealt to iamhoff [Qd Qs]
duncin mac: raises 1200 to 1800
iamhoff: raises 3000 to 4800
duncin mac: calls 2282 and is all-in
Uncalled bet (718) returned to iamhoff
*** FLOP *** [4h 2h 9s]
*** TURN *** [4h 2h 9s] [3c]
*** RIVER *** [4h 2h 9s 3c] [Ac]
*** SHOW DOWN ***
iamhoff: shows [Qd Qs] (a pair of Queens)
duncin mac: shows [Jd Ad] (a pair of Aces)
duncin mac collected 8264 from pot

Yep. Rivered an ace. But I'm still in the chip lead. And then the very next hand.

Seat 6: iamhoff (18736 in chips)
Seat 9: duncin mac (8264 in chips)
iamhoff: posts the ante 50
duncin mac: posts the ante 50
iamhoff: posts small blind 300
duncin mac: posts big blind 600
*** HOLE CARDS ***
Dealt to iamhoff [8d Kd]
iamhoff: calls 300
duncin mac: raises 1200 to 1800
iamhoff: calls 1200
*** FLOP *** [6d 5s 2s]
duncin mac: bets 1200
iamhoff: calls 1200
*** TURN *** [6d 5s 2s] [Kc]
duncin mac: bets 5214 and is all-in
iamhoff: calls 5214
*** RIVER *** [6d 5s 2s Kc] [9c]
*** SHOW DOWN ***
duncin mac: shows [9s 9h] (three of a kind, Nines)
iamhoff: shows [8d Kd] (a pair of Kings)
duncin mac collected 16528 from pot

Again, the river cracks my hand, and now I'm down about 3 to 1 in chips. But I wasn't going to be denied. I picked up some blinds and minor pots, and then this gem of a hand hit.

Seat 6: iamhoff (13322 in chips)
Seat 9: duncin mac (13678 in chips)
iamhoff: posts the ante 50
duncin mac: posts the ante 50
iamhoff: posts small blind 400
duncin mac: posts big blind 800
*** HOLE CARDS ***
Dealt to iamhoff [As 8s]
iamhoff: calls 400
duncin mac: checks
*** FLOP *** [4s 2h 5s]
duncin mac: bets 800
iamhoff: calls 800
*** TURN *** [4s 2h 5s] [9s]
duncin mac: bets 12028 and is all-in
iamhoff: calls 11672 and is all-in
Uncalled bet (356) returned to duncin mac
*** RIVER *** [4s 2h 5s 9s] [8h]
*** SHOW DOWN ***
duncin mac: shows [4c 3s] (a pair of Fours)
iamhoff: shows [As 8s] (a flush, Ace high)
iamhoff collected 26644 from pot

Two hands later I closed it out, and victory was mine. Didn't quite win back enough to cover last night's losses, but the victory nonetheless felt good.

Ran some errands in the Jeep on Saturday, so I got to listen to some Sirius Hair Nation (don't have satellite in the BMW yet). Last five songs to come up on Hair Nation:

Britny Fox - Girl School
Great White - Lady Red Light
Dokken - Breaking the Chains
Ratt - You Think You're Tough
Queensryche - Eyes of a Stranger

While I was out running errands, I came across the Car of the Week. Due to the fact that we were actually in traffic, and the fact that Lamborghini's are somewhat speedy vehicles, even the older ones, I was only able to get one good shot of it.

You will be forgiven if you can't tell what this is. For the record, it is this. Lamborghini 400GT. Probably my favorite Lambo. Hell, I like 'em all, but this one just looks so sweet. In particular the gray metallic paint, Hallibrand wire wheels, and the original black and gold license plates. It looked absolutely pristine, and the V-12's exhaust wail raised the hair on the back of my may as well have been an opera, it sounded so incredible. I wish I'd been able to get more pictures, but as I stated, the combo of traffic plus speedy target was difficult to overcome. So here's a couple of photos off of the interwebs.

Absolutely effin' gorgeous, and with that the Lamborghini 400GT is our Car of the Week.

It is spider season here in San Diego. When I walk the doggie, she doesn't do nice things like staying on sidewalks and such. Nope, she walks along bushes, fences, and such, looking for bunnies, raccoons, possums and such. So I have to watch out for these:
I have no idea what type of spider this is, but this is the second one that I've seen that is this big. For the record, the body of this thing is almost as long as my thumb. I must say, it is somewhat unnerving to be walking along in the dark and come face to face with one of these.

Picked up Death Magnetic by Metallica. Absolutely awesome! Who the hell cares about St. Anger? This album stylistically seems to fit between ...And Justice For All and The Black Album, with some tones of Load. The tunes are great, the music is great, the lyrics are deep and dark. About the only problems I've noticed are related to Rick Rubin's production. There are some areas where the guitars are overdriven to the point of speaker distortion, regardless of volume. Distortion is fine, to a certain extent, but not to the point where it screws up the rest of the music. The other problem relates to drum production. The drum production on AJFA (think "One") is nice and deep, and the drum production on TBA ("Enter Sandman" and "Nothing Else Matters") and Load is tightened up but still full and deep. On Death Magnetic, the kick drum seems clipped, as though the lowest registers below 100 hz were zeroed out during the final mix and production. Some bands and songs sound ok that way, as though the instruments were tuned specifically for that range (think the drumming on Great White's Psycho City, specifically "Step on You"), but it sounds like the playing was meant to include it and it was clipped out during production. It's nothing major and it doesn't detract from the enjoyment of the disc, but as both a Metallica fan and someone who is into the sonic experience of the music (metal, some modern country like Gretchen Wilson or Rascal Flatts, jazz fusion like The Rippingtons or Marc Antoine, acid/house like Zero7 and Massive Attack), I like my music to sound good pure. Existential, I know, but so it goes. Regardless of that, I give Death Magnetic a 4.5 out of 5 thrown goats. \m/

And while finishing up this post, the Chargers gave another one away in the last minutes, with some help from Ed Hochuli and the other stupid zebras. The Chargers didn't deserve to win until near the end, and Ed blew a play dead that would've been a fumble recovery by the Bolts. Instead it simply made it easier for the Broncos to score a touchdown in the last 30 seconds of the game. And then the Chargers who can't seem to stop the passing game gave up a go ahead 2 point conversion!?! What in the holy hell is this about?!? But the Bolts tried, and almost got half way down the field to try to set up a game winning field goal, but they just couldn't pull it off and lost their second game in a row, in the final seconds. It isn't looking good for the boys in blue.

So long, peeps, and I'll see ya out there.

Wednesday, September 03, 2008

Actual Poker Content! Plus Bonus Non Poker Content!

Why I live in San Diego: Saturday morning, approximately 10 a.m. I'm in the Pacific Ocean near Blacks Beach, waiting for the next wave. I duck under a wave, surface, and as I'm clearing water off my face I hear the unmistakable wail of a high performance car engine. I glance at the Coast Highway bridge that heads southbound from Del Mar up to Torrey Pines Golf Course. Traveling across the bridge is a procession of three Lamborghinis (looked like Gallardos), two Ferraris (a 360 Modena and an F430), an Aston Martin (probably a DB9), and an older Lotus Esprit. Absolutely beautiful, and they all obliged for the people on the beach by revving the engines so that we could hear the wailing. Total car porn, and I was lucky I was in chest-deep water, so as to hide the monster woodie I was now sporting.

Played a 9 player SNG on FT tonight. Had one sequence of hands that was absolutely sick. The first hand was this:
Pretty standard fare. All-in preflop, QQ vs TT. The only really unusual thing here is that my bitches held up. Who knew? That's one I knocked out.

The second hand was kind of funn-ay. After the last hand, I was the big stack. So when it folded around to me in the cutoff, I look down and find AT s000ted. So I pop a 4x raise. The BB shoved on me. I figured him for a tilt-steal, after watching me take out a player just the hand before, plus a call only cost me another 1000 out of my 5k stack. So I called and groaned when BB flipped over rockets. "C'mon, let's see some diamonds!" And here's how the flop looked:
Sick! Flopping the nuts and just knowing how my table mates must be both hating me and fearing me. A second player knocked out by yours truly.

The third hand was even crazier. A leak in my game is I sometimes loosen up too much when I get a big stack, and play hands I really have no business playing. So I look down and find K5 s000ted. Before the deal I thought about just mucking whatever cards I got, because I figured after those last two hands people would either fold to me or come at me with guns blazing. But UTG and UTG+1 both limped, so I felt completely compelled to join the lemurs and limp. The button decides to make Baby Jebus cry and min-raises. There was no SB because I knocked him out, but all limpers called. The flop came down 3 6 5. I figure there's no way it hit anybody, and it checks around to me. I fire out a 3/4 pot-sized raise with my 2nd pair 2nd kicker. Button raises me 3x my bet. Something about it smells like unpaired paint, so I reraise to put him all in. He calls and here's what happened:
I was right! And my simple pair of 5s would've held up, but the dealer saw fit to make sure I was covered by giving me 2 pair. And the third player is gone.

Sadly, though, I didn't win. HU with the lead, I ran KJ into KQ, and then AQ into AK. End result, second place. Some cash is better than nothing, I suppose.

Last 5 songs heard at the gym on the mp3 player:

Babylon A.D. - Hammer Swings Down
Scorpions - Big City Nights (off of World Wide Live, of course)
High Voltage - AC/DC
High 'n' Dry (Saturday Night) - Def Leppard
Blackened - Metallica

Have I mentioned how much I love my gym? Who doesn't love a gym that is the closest "big" gym to a college campus. Oddly enough, not many college dudes come by, some, but not many. The co-eds on the other hand, sweet jumping Jesus they are freaking hot! Crazy stuff.

DAPGF is teaching, dog is sleeping, You Can't Stop Rock and Roll by Twisted Sister just finished and Eat the Rich by Krokus just shuffled on, and I've got a Captain & Coke sitting on the desk. Life ain't too bad, right now. Guess I'll test my luck and find a SNG to jump into. Good luck out there, peeps!