I haven't been blogging much lately. And for that, I apologize. I've been away on business, and playing a lot of poker, and masturbating like a fiend. Sometimes life gets in the way. No, that's no good. How about: sometimes life FINDS a way. Like in "Jurassic Park." Life finds a way to sneak into the top secret facility by means of getting a job there, and then shuts down the power grid so that all the dinosaurs can run amok and do cool shit like eat people and stomp on cars. Jeff Goldblum was right!
My bankroll is seriously health-ifying, and pretty soon I'm going to be playing real stakes again. I'm excited... it's been a while. I've played at the $50 level on Party off and on recently, but I'm about to move there for good. And hopefully from there it will be a short hop to $100. (The last time I played the $50 level regularly, I crushed it.)
I don't have any really interesting Bad Beat Stories or Tales of Poker or Hand Histories to regale you with, because I tend to just post them in the forums. Maybe this week I'll try to save a few back. The only notable hand I've played recently that I didn't post was this one: crazy maniac guy is clearly drunk and raising every other hand to 2.00 or 3.00, which is hefty with a .25 big blind. He is sitting right in front of me so I am folding a lot. He raises on the button to 3.00, and I push all in with A5s, mainly because I'm tired of his crap and I don't feel like playing post-flop poker against a maniac. Folds around to him and he calls? With A6o? Woot! We split the pot. So nothing was accomplished and now there's blood in the water.
A few hands later, he min-raises. I call with Kd8d, and a guy calls behind me from the blinds as well. The flop is 456 with two diamonds. The first guy bets 2/3 the pot, the maniac calls, and I... push all in? Well, why not. I have overs, a gutshot, and the 2nd nut flush draw. The first guy folds. The maniac... calls? Again?? With 97 off???? And sure enough, he hits a nine (not the nine of diamonds, sadly) and wins a ginormous pot.
Now you would think this barely qualifies as a bad beat, but as I was replaying it in my mind I concluded I was dirtying up (or holding) a lot of his perceived outs, and had to have been a rather large favorite. I ran it and I was right - I was better than 3:1 to win. And that, my friends, is a bad beat. Even though I just had king high.
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Tonight I'm going to see "The Proposition." I love a good western, and hopefully, this is one.
My bankroll is seriously health-ifying, and pretty soon I'm going to be playing real stakes again. I'm excited... it's been a while. I've played at the $50 level on Party off and on recently, but I'm about to move there for good. And hopefully from there it will be a short hop to $100. (The last time I played the $50 level regularly, I crushed it.)
I don't have any really interesting Bad Beat Stories or Tales of Poker or Hand Histories to regale you with, because I tend to just post them in the forums. Maybe this week I'll try to save a few back. The only notable hand I've played recently that I didn't post was this one: crazy maniac guy is clearly drunk and raising every other hand to 2.00 or 3.00, which is hefty with a .25 big blind. He is sitting right in front of me so I am folding a lot. He raises on the button to 3.00, and I push all in with A5s, mainly because I'm tired of his crap and I don't feel like playing post-flop poker against a maniac. Folds around to him and he calls? With A6o? Woot! We split the pot. So nothing was accomplished and now there's blood in the water.
A few hands later, he min-raises. I call with Kd8d, and a guy calls behind me from the blinds as well. The flop is 456 with two diamonds. The first guy bets 2/3 the pot, the maniac calls, and I... push all in? Well, why not. I have overs, a gutshot, and the 2nd nut flush draw. The first guy folds. The maniac... calls? Again?? With 97 off???? And sure enough, he hits a nine (not the nine of diamonds, sadly) and wins a ginormous pot.
Now you would think this barely qualifies as a bad beat, but as I was replaying it in my mind I concluded I was dirtying up (or holding) a lot of his perceived outs, and had to have been a rather large favorite. I ran it and I was right - I was better than 3:1 to win. And that, my friends, is a bad beat. Even though I just had king high.
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Tonight I'm going to see "The Proposition." I love a good western, and hopefully, this is one.
