Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Did you ever have one of those nights...

I'd already played in two 18 player SNGs on Tilt, and done crappy in both. Combination of not getting good cards, getting good cards and crappy flops, and overplaying both situations. But while I was in the 18 players, the 90 player that I first signed up for finally kick started. And it was great. I got cards. I flopped sets, turned flushes, rivered boats, it was going great. Right before the break, I was sitting at 4 of 47 remaining, and blinds were somewhere around 500/1000. 1st place had somewhere around T27000, and I had around T19000. I was UTG and got dealt a couple of rags. I folded, and the whole table folded. As soon as the chips were swept to the BB, I got moved and literally dropped into the break with 4 min remaining. OK, I kinda got screwed out of a minute of the break, but not a major deal. But when we started up, the wheels fell off. The antes kicked in, and I went pretty card dead. T6off. Snowman Taterlegs. 25off. At one point I found T9off and followed 2 limpers, only to have BB pop a 3x raise. I was bleeding chips like a hemophiliac. A couple of times I woke up to real hands that actually held up. Once, I got AJd, flopped TPTK, and wound up doubling up when I rivered the flush. Very next hand, I got QQ on the button, raised it up 4x, and got one caller. Ace on the flop, and he shoves. 2 hands later, my AToff flops TPTK that I'm betting hard, until the J falls on the river. I bet out, and sure enough the lemur who'd been feeding the chip stack with nothing more than 2 overs (he was nice enough to show his KJoff, the jackoff) gets paid off on the river. Finally, we're down to 11 left, the top 9 pay, I've barely got 2 BB, and I wake up to s00ted Big Slick. Big Stack Bully in the SB calls with his K6 off, flops trips, and IGH steaming and out of the money. Das poker.

Last five songs to shuffle up in Media Player:

Slayer - War Ensemble
Erykah Badu - Sometimes
Fighting Gravity - Land of Ska
Sergio Mendez & Brazil 66 - Mas Que Nada
The Blues Brothers - Gimme Some Lovin'

See ya out there.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Creepiest. Thing. Evar. (Non-poker content, slightly NSFW)

Ok. I'm extremely straight, and secure in my masculinity. Still, sometimes you come across something you really didn't wish that you'd seen. The problem with working out at a gym is that inevitably you'll come across the ever-present "naked dude." If you're going to change out of your sweaty workout clothes, shower, and get into clean street clothes, you'll have to be nekkid at some point. Generally, it's not a major issue. Guys all know this...keep your eyes pointed straight ahead and odds are you'll never see more than some guy's pecs or moobs, which you'll see at the beach anyway. Not a big deal. Sunday morning, though, I was needing to pour bleach into my eyes to try and erase what I saw. I'd finished my workout (last five songs - Five Finger Death Punch - The Bleeding, Megadeth - Holy Wars, Atreyu - Becoming the Bull, Pantera - Fucking Hostile, Suicidal Tendencies - You Can't Bring Me Down) and had just finished changing out of my workout clothes so that I could go home. I walked around the corner of the lockers, and standing there with his back to me was Naked Guy. Oh, but this wasn't any old Naked Guy. Nope. This one was special, and with the acknowledgement that my eyes never got below waist level, that should definitely say something. This guy had seemingly manscaped all the hair off of his back, except for one bit. You know the hot girls that you find on the porno websites, with the little wedge pie or landing strip pubes? This guy left a little triangle patch of back hair just above and pointing to his ass crack! First of all, who would think of this? Second, who was the brave soul who was drafted to perform said manscaping? A fucking little landing strip pointing at his asscrack!?!? Definitely not the way I really needed to start the day.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Success is where you find it...

Played in a 90 on FT tonight, and it was one of those nights where it seemed like everything was working. 59off in the BB. 5 limp and I check. Flop comes down 595, and I double through the lemur who limped with cowboys. I call a raise with snowmen on the button, and the flop comes down all rags. EP raiser checks, and I bet. He calls. Turn is another brick, check, bet, call. River brings an 8, check, bet, raise, reraise, shove, I call, and double up through another lemur playing rockets. It was that kind of night, until the final table, where JJ was not OK. I'm in first place, and get JJ in MP. It folds to me, so I open for a 4x raise and get one caller. Flop comes down T-high, and the caller, who was one of the shorter stacks, shoved. Having a pair of overs, I called, figuring this guy for either AK or TPTK. I figured if he had QQ - AA, he would've reraised me PF, so I figured he was just making a move. Oops. He had a set of tens, and doubled through me. I fought my way back into first, and then third place doubled through 2nd place, to be way ahead of me. So we get down to five handed, and blinds are at 1500-3000. UTG, who is in first opens for 12000, and I wake up to JJ in the SB. I call, and see a flop of AJx, with two spades. I lead out with a pot bet, not wanting to make it easy for someone to chase the frush. UTG reraises and I shove. He calls, and flips over the spade Big Slick, for TPTK and 4 to the nut frush. The turn is a brick, but the river brings him his flushie, and IGH in 5th, with a $70 payout on a $12 buy-in. I was hoping for more, but positive money is positive money.

Last five songs heard at the gym tonight:

Pantera - Mouth for War
Joe Satriani - Summer Song
Cinderella - Somebody Save Me
Queensryche - Breaking the Silence
Quiet Riot - Slick Black Cadillac

What can I say? Hair metal is an awesome soundtrack for picking up heavy shit and putting it back down. See ya out there, peeps!

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Still breathing, barely

Well, I'm not sure what it's like in your part of the world, but here in San Diego, we've got a wicked cold going around. This has honestly been the worst cold I think I've ever had. 102 degree fever, that all-over body ache, sore joints, and I could barely muster the energy to sleep. You know it's bad when the fact that your throat-tearing cough is finally producing phlegm is seen as a good thing. My doctor actually put me on Vicodin just so I could sleep through the night. Crazy stuff. And it's kept me off the felt. Which, based on this little gem, is probably a good thing.

PLO/8. 9 player, I'm sitting comfortably in 2nd. I raise preflop, and UTG, who had limped and had me covered, comes along. I flop the Royal draw, so there's no way I'm leaving, but UTG got enough to justify staying in, regardless of what I bet. I wasn't completely doomed until the river, but sure enough the river boat sinks my turned nut flush, and IGH in 5th. Big pile of meh. Still, the b/r is positive for 2009, so I'll keep grinding. Stay dry and stay healthy. See ya out there.