Took a shot at the Mookie....

Oh well it was fun...But being 70% to win isn't enough for me on Pokerstars...but hey when someone puts me all in whats a guy to do?

Text results appended to pokerstove.txt

990 games 0.062 secs 15,967 games/sec

Board: 6d 7h 5c
Dead:

equity (%) win (%) tie (%)
Hand 1: 70.1010 % 69.09% 01.01% { 4d3d }
Hand 2: 29.8990 % 28.89% 01.01% { Ah8h }


Off to the Peg for the weekend, should be alright even though the reason I am going is only because I already paid for my hotel. (yeah I know damn those special rates).

All I have to say is the Canes better pull of game 7 on our home turf. Game 6 was a joke for the refs but I won't go into my whining routine of how we got screwed you can watch the replays for yourself.

Finally a live result...Donkfest at the local casino

The entrance fee was steep at 50 bones but took a chance on a Saturday afternoon and took my seat. Got little action with my aces against donkfest cheater (at least I think anyways) who put me on pocket 8's as he said aloud. Yeah pocket eights you moran, well seeing as tho you folded I guess you couldn't even beat that. Later as well I had aces against the same moran who said the same thing again and I'm thinking...well I didnt' have them last time and even if I had them this time if you can't beat pocket eights what the fuck are you doing in the hand?

I couldn't figure this out tho, first the guy ends just before the break all in but somehow his cards get mucked. He says they were pocket aces so they are dug out...ok so he wins the hand and has a fair amount of chips. After the break he was losing hand over fist (mainly because he blows..all in with deuces on a QT8 board yeah ok) but somehow never lost any chips. When he got to the final table or would come back from a smoke break he would seem to have more chips, something funny going on there for sure. I don't think any amount of chips he could steal would have any effect on who was going to win.

Going into the top 3 I had my one major suckout of the tourney. I was getting low and the blinds were huge I moved in with A5s and my buddy Tim called my all in with A7. Flop A25. There it is, little Timmy didn't improve and I doubled up. I think I eliminated him later with the fish hooks.

Heads up I had a huge chip lead, I thought I was a sure thing but the poker gods would have none of that giving my opponent the right cards and the right suckouts to take me down. I had KJ in the sb and put him all in and he turns over KQ. The blinds at this point were way too large and he barely had enough to cover a raise so putting him all in is a moot point. I don't catch and he doubles up. Again I pickup A5 in the bb and he picks up A9. However he doesn't raise outta the sb so I again move to put him all in. He calls and again doubles up.

I'm thinking what the hell do I gotta do here? I picked up pocket jacks and he called with Ax and hit his ace I believe knocking my ass to the curb. Oh well not a bad day 2nd place and some extra spending money. Its hard to know you are the better player and just are getting "outplayed" by the luck of the cards.

There were two girls enamoured by my win..one I'm sure weighed over 4hund the other I'm sure was old enough to be my granny with no teeth of course. I bought them a couple drinks to shut them up and keep them at bay. I think Granny no teeth may have given me an aunt sofie kiss on the neck. That was not what I needed.

However the dealer was another dish entirely. She wasn't real hot (but had that vibe and a hot bod to boot) but I could tell she was diggin' me, laughed at every joke I laid down on the felt as by this time I had out my A+ material after six beer. Yeah I still got it...(haha)

So off to eat with the losers aka my friends and then off to the local casino to take in some 3/6. If you ever need a sure thing and can play patient for a few hours you need to visit our casino. Home of the worst players this side of Canada for sure. Just a taste of what you can expect....

I pick up AKh in MP, I just call as I know how the action goes, it gets around to wheelchair man and he raises it. Now there are four others already limped in this pot, one folds so I pop it again. Wheelchair man caps it and everyone and their dog call. Ok I'm thinking QQ or KK for sure here so I am ready to slow down.
Flop comes QT8. Since I am first to act I just check, Here the pot is so huge that I pretty much have to hope for running hearts or a J. But what have we here a bet from EP, I call MP+1 raises, he calls, I call. Ok this is interesting. I don't catch my J or running hearts and fold on the river. But I get to see what wheelchair man is holding...84o...The others Q8 and Q7 respectively. Hey if you can cap with those hands you are the better man than me.
Nice hand sir.
He did lose to 2 pair I believe so it came with some satisfaction but its nice to see my tax dollars going to a good cause.
Basically at this casino the rule is call with any 2 and when you hit call it down or raise if you hit big (2 pair). I did break even when my K9h hit 2 pair off the flop and the donkinator across from me called me down with A high (and to think I was worried when that third spade hit).
It's so hard for me to play in that casino and remain patient with those donkeys, especially when I'm pretty hammered.
We ended the night meeting up with a bunch of friends at a local pub...oh yeah and a 3am stop at IHOP type of place to end the night even though after the huge meal earlier I think I maybe ate two bites.

One more victory and my Canes are cup-bound. Here's hoping they pull it off. After last night like I said if there ever was a man I could love it would be STILLMAN!!!

Ode to Bobby Bracelet....

Ok I'm not a morning person. At one time when I was in college I was a morning person, I don't have any idea when it all came unravelled. I used to blare music at 6:30am so I could hear it in the shower, much to the chagrin of my parents. All types of music from Nirvana to 2 Live Crew was heard coming out of my basement dwelling.

Now however I hate the mornings, the only time this subsided was fishing up north when I could open a can of beer at 7:00 am and not feel guilty about it. Now this fact in hand I hate conversations in the morning, I would rather take a meat hook and gouge out your eyes than have a conversation that requires any amount of thinking.

I get enough sleep...I workout regularly...I drink very rarely during the weekdays. Not sure what my issue is but I am a morning grouch. I have serious road rage issues in the morning driving to hell work. Is it that hard to get your Honda civic all the way in the turning lane before halting to a complete stop before making a slow crawl into a right turn? Yeah I know you want to avoid either a) hitting the curb because you suck at driving when sleeping and b) flipping your huge civic while going around corners at the high speeds of 10mph and c) putting me into a fit of rage as you block off my lane so that I have to wait at the next four hour red light.

Don't worry that finger you saw I got five of them ready to shove down your throat at a moments notice.

Why are morning people attracted to us non-morningites? What part of the scowl and scrunched up forehead don't you understand? Would it be easier if I just wear a t-shirt of me giving you the finger that would keep you away? Is it my one word answers that are barely audible which encourage more conversation?

Die morning people die.

Maybe I should just drink more coffee...oh yeah I didn't have any today.

Looks like a cool event

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Just be yourself for fk sakes

Ok this post is hard to do.

When your own flesh and blood decides out of the blue that they don't like what they are doing and to change it all and quit without even a conversation about it. Seriously I thought I wouldn't have a hard time with it but I am. I just can't understand how you dedicate 15 years of your life to a dream, something that you have achieved and then throw it all away like nothing. I mean it is not my decision, far from it, but to go from a career ending injury working hard all offseason, being faster and stronger and more excited than before to prove to the world you belong and then to quit? I'm sorry I just don't understand...I'm trying to but I don't.

I'm not speaking for selfish reasons, nor the fact that I get more satisfaction seeing you on the field than I would myself. I'm speaking for you, five years from now....thinking what could have been as you work the meaningless graveyard beat pounding pavement and handing out speeding tickets. Or worse, like myself, waking up to a meaningless job working with people that could care less whether you quit or stay on as a dedicated employee for 10 years.

I know most of you won't understand this post but for my bro, this was his life. If he didn't want to do it anymore why not quit 10 years ago? When your body hadn't already paid a heavy price for working in this industry for free? Its like a 10 year internship where you work your ass off for 10 years for the promise of someday making money doing what you love.

If its not what you love why the hell are you doing it? Do you honestly think that others close to you care what you do? They are just happy to see you happy and nothing else...if your happy pushing a broom then I'm happy...if your happy playing Peter North in the next feature xxx well I'm happy (just don't expect me to watch it lol).

I know relationships come and go...you can't build a relationship on a lie. If a relationship is why you are giving up a dream then that is the wrong reason. Your partner will pay for this in years to come and more likely get fed up with you and find some weak ass poet (sorry Joe Speaker) to kick your as to the curb too. And then what? You gave up your dreams for this girl and she gave up your dreams to some douchebag who reads a lot of Hallmark.

If the reasons are true, I guess I just have to learn to accept the fact. Don't get me wrong, I'm ok with it, I was simply just trying to support my flesh and blood in what I thought was making them extremely happy. I was there when you broke your collarbone in your sophmore year, I was there when you broke your arm in your junior year and I was there for the great senior year when you took the team on your shoulders and made it a one man show.

I was there when you barely made the Junior team...I was there when you were a standout and were battling for respect when you were clearly more talented than anyone else in your position. I was there when you were the best player in the championship game on your home field. How can I not be broken up about the situation, I really only wanted to see you succeed at something I thought you loved doing. You were living a dream, everyone's dream...most of us would give our left and right nut for even a piece of that pie. But its a pie that I guess you did not want.

Why live a lie? I thought my lessons in love and life would have taught you that honesty is really the only way to live your life. Be true to yourself, that is the only golden rule in my handbook. I have learned over and over again if you aren't true to yourself you will only regret what is around the corner.

All that I hope is that you are happy, nothing more nothing less. Although I'm not sure I would believe you if you say that you are because all the facts contradict that statement.

Sometimes I guess I just don't understand but then again its your life live it as you see fit.

Weekend memories...

As some of the weekend memories begin to creep back in I am reminded of why I live like I do and keep the company that I do. Its simple: Life is short and if you don't spend it doing the things you love and with the people you love whats the point?
Also this line from my best friend who passed away at 21

"Friends are the family you choose for yourself."

Its sad really that people can't just go out and have a good time and let loose. You know the type the one that reserves themselves to planning out the day or weekend and couldn't be bothered whether they were having a good time or digging a trench. So I start my Thursday off and my friend from another city is in town and I definately take it upon myself to ensure she has a good time. I start out with the intention that it will be a relatively calm night but four schooners later I am looking to get loose. Work has really been stressing me lately and sitting on a deck with a large frosty mug was just the medicine I needed. A few phone calls later we are in a pub with reinforcements drinking small rye and cokes and running up a huge tab. The waitress started out the night disinterested but we quickly got her to come around with our quick wit and drunken charm. (more on the waitress later) After watching the hockey game headed on down to the local mega Casino where more drinks were in mind and although I was encouraged to play poker I decided against this and gave some cash to my friend in town to try their luck at BJ. She was doing fine until some jerk decided to criticize her play. We called him on and he backed down (for obvious reasons), seriously I don't know where people get off these days she was just having fun playing blackjack. Who cares that your 15 didn't beat the dealers 6....oh that woulda been a bust card, how about I bust your face?? Uh yeah didn't think so...

Well after that fun it runs into like 3am or so and we drop my friends off at the hotel she is staying at. She obviously takes a liking to one of my single friends and T and I spy on them going into the hotel together. I have nothing against people hooking up but friends doing friends sucks it gives you bad images. It doesn't matter if they are guy/girl or guy/guy (although luckily its guy/girl) its still friends...ewwww

Anyhow was pretty hung over on Friday but of course I am out again like a dirty shoe starting it off easy with some Coronas at a local pub watching EDM vs SJ. I am a little more tame until the night progresses at a local nightclub where I run into the waitress from the night before. My friend who is in town she goes over and talks to her and sends the waitress over to us. Immediately she is onto me like white on rice (conversation wise) although I think she had some interest there (from what the girl who I was with saying). Nothing like pumping the ego of a 30ish former highschool football star...lol. Anyways after buying her a shot and chatty chatty and after a few girls asking to feel my arms (no that doesn't happen everyday just on occassion) I decide our conversation is going downhill as I'm drunk and have run out of funny one-liners to say. So its the "Hope you guys have a good time" (as she was with a girl-friend who had twins and apparently didn't get out very often or so the conversation went) and she comes back with "Yeah I am having a good time"

Damn the loud bar music....

Lets try that again, I turn my attention to my cousin who is a girl that just happened to be at the bar and pretend to be involved in a conversation. They take the hint and move along... man I suck at ending conversations. However through the night I am greeted by her eyes more than once which, if I can remember from my pimpin days, means she is interested in taking this elsewhere. Obviously being a married deadbeat I ignore all advances and get blasted, not normally blasted but sick blasted...either that or someone slipped something into my drink.

All I remember from this point is a lot of dancing by the bar and a lot of funny moves and then black....I wake up in the bathroom as it is the coldest place in the house and it takes me more than 2 days to recover. My friend wasn't too pleased with me leaving (although I didn't remember) at 2am, not sure how I got home but at least I did. (no I didn't drive) I made it up to her next night taking her to a local bikers bar where her friend was playing a gig in some band. Luckily it only lasted 1-2 hours as I'm not sure I coulda made it away from the toilet that long if you catch my drift.

After this weekend I wasn't sure if I could get on the horse again but now that it is Thursday that horse is looking mighty tasty right about now. It definately was a weekend to remember, she had a blast (and got laid although I refuse to discuss this with either parties involved) and I learned to not leave your drink in the vicinity where it might get confused with some 19 year old hottie who's date is attempting to slip her a mickey.

I am SNG man lately.....thats it thats all, 23% ROI thusfar at low buyin level. Not so bad 85 points left to clear bonus at PS.

Bad blogger!!

Long time without an entry here...its been a wild couple of weeks. Its been one of those weeks where you need a break from partying where your body aches and hurts and where no amount of sleep will catch you up to normal. A friend from out of town was in and we really let 'er rip. I would fill you in on the details but its hard when you don't remember many of them. Thursday started out with the addage of a take it easy attitude...well that didn't work out as Schooners (very large beer) on a deck soon turned into little ryes at a neighboring pub and then into debauchery at the casino.

"I want you to come all over my face"

A line my buddy used at the craps table as he watched craps for the first time. Yes it was outtta hand and yes there were a few almost fights but all in all no one got hurt and the night ended peacefully (from what I can remember).

Haven't been playing too much poker lately as after I ran bad at PP kinda got sick of losing, cashed out some of my coin and am rebuilding my bankroll via SNGs at Pokerstars (trying to clear a bonus I have waiting for me). Thats how I first started everything so I re-read up on SNG methods and here I am.

I hope to get back into the WPBT again when my bankroll can support it as I had fun playing in those tourneys even if luck was never on my side. I love the blogger community and hopefully again can rejoin those crazy tourneys that were such a good time.

Almost forgot...
GOOOOO CANES!!!!!!

Bonus time = bad run

Damn! Just when I thought I would cash in on the latest PP bonus I start running bad. We are talking some bad hands here, fh running into bigger fh. Sets falling to drawing flushes, repeatedly!! Damn you party poker doom switch!!! I have to rebuild although I didn't take a huge hit thanks to clearing the bonus it still bothered me some. I decided to take a break for a few days and regroup. I may try my hand at limit again even though NL is obviously my game.

I like to dabble in playing some Golden Tee live
However I ran into this guy a while back that is absolutely killing the game. We are talking -28 to -31 where most would struggle to get -22. I saw the guy skip the damn ball off the water Jesus like! Finally on Friday I was drunk and had to talk to him. He was a low talker so some of the conversation was a bit hard to understand in my state. That and my friends were being way too loud. He was a bit of a strange character and you could tell that not everything was 100% right there. I told him I was amazed he could do this well so he told me a few things like how he has been playing since '91 and got better when he went to a GT convention (didn't know they even had them). He also said he makes a living off of playing GT. I was flabbergasted by this revelation but if you figure it out he finishes first on almost every course I have seen him play. Thats a 6 dollar profit on every game (give or take a few). You add it up after a while and that could turn into some serious coin. I also looked around the net and found some major tournaments with 5-10,000 dollar prize pools...its amazing when your eyes are opened up to something new. Now I know I could never do this because for one I suck ass at this game comparitively but its interesting nonetheless. So hats off to you D. Assman! Even though you are weird and alone at the bar on Friday/Saturday night I admire your fortitude!

Yes that means I tried to pull a double header this weekend. Silly old man I am. Friday was a blast most of which I don't remember but included me lifting a pool table that weighed a ton (coin op) just to prove that I could when someone else couldn't. Also promising someone I know that I would come and pick them up to work out in my gym when I know with gas prices as they are right now is not a possibility. Although it would be nice to have a workout partner but they gotta get there on their own. Saturday went out with a wimper as the morning was DRAFT DAY!!! We gorged ourselves with food watching the NFL Draft and watched my team (49ers) have what I think was the best draft in years (Vernon Davis and Manny Lawson, etc). However by the time 6:00 rolled around it was time to go out to a steak night where I ran into D. Assman again. Yep playing the same game all night although I did see him talk to a couple people even though I don't think he was with any of them. I decided not to talk to him as I didn't want to be some weird stalker gay guy even though I am enamoured by his skill. I attempted to get drunk but the attempt proved fruitful as rye would not do the trick. Ended up going home by 11....
This leads me to last night, I decided to catch the Canes game on tv at a local pub. After many double ryes we managed to pull a victory off a deflected shot (take it any where we can) and moved on to round two in the playoffs! I am pumped as Cam Ward looked awesome coming off the bench to save the season. Honourable mention goes out to Eric Stahl, Brindy and Justin Williams. For those that don't know I used to be a Hartford Whaler fan and when my team moved I moved with them. I started cheering for the Whale in 1990 when I was a young lad and just started to watch hockey. Don't ask why it was just because I admired the underdog and the Whale were always that, I admired Ronny Francis for shedding the Jagr "image" (that Jagr made him the player he is) and coming into his own as a player and a leader. I also admired many of the players we had and continue to do so (Chris Pronger, Marek Malik, Adam Burt, Pat Verbeek, etc, etc). The one player I admired who did not pan out was Andrei Nikolishin, I really thought he would be the next superstar. Alas I was wrong but goddamn he was good in NHL '96!