I don't know if anyone really cares about this, but here it goes.
Nebraska vs. Kansas
Jayhawks lost 31-17. Blow out, right? Not really. KU lead with ten minutes to go 17-16. They pooched kicked and got the return stuffed down their throats. NU scores a TD and two point conversion to go up by seven. Okay. Kansas gets the ball back with a few ticks over six minutes left. They had all three time outs. KU starts passing like there is only 2 minutes left. They go three and out and have to punt.
Pissed. Pissed because the previous go ahead drive KU had was a result of running the ball. Opuram was getting four yards a pop (at least) on the vaunted Nebraska defense. And guess what? The passing game blew wide open. KU's coaching staff needs their heads examined. Six minutes is an eternity. Especially with all three time outs left. RUN THE BALL.
Don't fucking panic and stick with what fucking works. FUCK. Win a damn game please. Coach please. Take responsibility please.
I have said it before. You give Bill Snyder the talent that Kansas has and he wins at minimum 10 games. EASY. Probably 11. Only loss at Texas. KU has at least four players on the roster that will play on Sunday's. K-State has maybe one.
No excuse for the train wreck this season has become. KUAC built state of the art football facilities. Mangino and staff are in the top ten highest paid staffs in all NCAA football.
Stop blaming the players and do something to earn you millions.
FUCK.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Convert
Well this guy has been espousing the virtues of the mighty 2-4. I had been a reluctant convert to the cult of the 2-4. Well not anymore. Thanks to the Poker Grump, and a great hand last night, I will never doubt it again.
I have been running poorly at my home game as of late. Getting beat when I "think" I should win. Therefore leading to my poor play. Cause dang it, I'm due. Well last night was poker night. It started off OK but then turned into a grind. Hitting no hands. Even the hands I folded were not hitting. Then it happened. The 2-4 hand.
I am in the cutoff. Nine handed table. 4 limpers to me I call. Button calls. Blinds calls. The big blind makes it three more to go. I should tell you it is a .25/.50 game. Calls all the way around to me I call, you know, pot odds. Button calls and the small blind folds. Lots of money in there. I start chanting in my head, "come on 2/4. Come on 2/4." Over and over. The flop answers me with 3 5 8 with two hearts. Not bad, but predictably annoying. You know. Poker. I am resolved to paying a high price to draw because it is getting late and dang it, I'm due. Then the greatest thing happens, I get a walk. I was dancing in my head. That's where I am with this game. A free draw feels like a win. I know, I know. It's all one long excruciating session. Well it should not be. It is just not fair.
Turn.
ACE OF DIAMONDS. Can you say money card. I have soiled myself. Heart pounding like a..oh I don't know...like a jack rabbit caught in a bug zapper. Anyway. It is checked to me. I bet 3/4 the pot. Original raiser flat calls. Everyone else scatters like a recently liberated jack rabbit running from a bug zapper.
River
ACE OF SPADES, Bleh. Really fun card. Right? Only card that would have been better is the ace of hearts. Small miracle. Well I would like to tell you that I bet $10 at the pot. I only had $11 left after that. I would like to tell you that I got check raised all in. And that I called and he showed AK for a really pretty second best hand. Yay me right?. Well I will then, because that is what happened. He never saw it coming. No way he puts me on that hand. It was awesome. He thought it was a kicker race. No sir that was just a good old fashioned 2/4 butt kicking.
Thanks Poker Gods.
And thank you Poker Grump.
I believe.
I have been running poorly at my home game as of late. Getting beat when I "think" I should win. Therefore leading to my poor play. Cause dang it, I'm due. Well last night was poker night. It started off OK but then turned into a grind. Hitting no hands. Even the hands I folded were not hitting. Then it happened. The 2-4 hand.
I am in the cutoff. Nine handed table. 4 limpers to me I call. Button calls. Blinds calls. The big blind makes it three more to go. I should tell you it is a .25/.50 game. Calls all the way around to me I call, you know, pot odds. Button calls and the small blind folds. Lots of money in there. I start chanting in my head, "come on 2/4. Come on 2/4." Over and over. The flop answers me with 3 5 8 with two hearts. Not bad, but predictably annoying. You know. Poker. I am resolved to paying a high price to draw because it is getting late and dang it, I'm due. Then the greatest thing happens, I get a walk. I was dancing in my head. That's where I am with this game. A free draw feels like a win. I know, I know. It's all one long excruciating session. Well it should not be. It is just not fair.
Turn.
ACE OF DIAMONDS. Can you say money card. I have soiled myself. Heart pounding like a..oh I don't know...like a jack rabbit caught in a bug zapper. Anyway. It is checked to me. I bet 3/4 the pot. Original raiser flat calls. Everyone else scatters like a recently liberated jack rabbit running from a bug zapper.
River
ACE OF SPADES, Bleh. Really fun card. Right? Only card that would have been better is the ace of hearts. Small miracle. Well I would like to tell you that I bet $10 at the pot. I only had $11 left after that. I would like to tell you that I got check raised all in. And that I called and he showed AK for a really pretty second best hand. Yay me right?. Well I will then, because that is what happened. He never saw it coming. No way he puts me on that hand. It was awesome. He thought it was a kicker race. No sir that was just a good old fashioned 2/4 butt kicking.
Thanks Poker Gods.
And thank you Poker Grump.
I believe.
Monday, August 24, 2009
End?
Well it happened.
It is no secret that I like to bitch here about running bad. And it continues. The only thing that had not happened, until just now, is the one outer.
KQ vs QQ. He min raises my BB. Flop comes K high. And the case Q on the river to beat me.
I think this is the end. I had to hit rock bottom. I am the drunk in the gutter that is the micro sit n go's on Full Tilt. I can go no lower.
The winds of change are blowing.
Demons exorcised.
The cards are coming back to me.
They better or I am gonna junk punch Howard Lederer.
MT
It is no secret that I like to bitch here about running bad. And it continues. The only thing that had not happened, until just now, is the one outer.
KQ vs QQ. He min raises my BB. Flop comes K high. And the case Q on the river to beat me.
I think this is the end. I had to hit rock bottom. I am the drunk in the gutter that is the micro sit n go's on Full Tilt. I can go no lower.
The winds of change are blowing.
Demons exorcised.
The cards are coming back to me.
They better or I am gonna junk punch Howard Lederer.
MT
Friday, July 24, 2009
The Best Things in Life
Just Overheard....
Thunder Son and his friend.
Friend, "What if the best things in life were poop?"
Thunder son, "What if you pooped on the best things in life?"
They both are close
Five year olds are AWESOME!!!!
Thunder Son and his friend.
Friend, "What if the best things in life were poop?"
Thunder son, "What if you pooped on the best things in life?"
They both are close
Five year olds are AWESOME!!!!
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Live Poker
Went to Harrah's the other day. Had lunch with the wife and after the meal, my car just sorta found it's way there. I have not been playing well and or running well at this room. I think part of it is because I play during the day. Not much loose money laying around at 1 in the afternoon. So I told myself I would really tighten up. And I did, for a while.
I won a few pots here and there. Mostly folded. Cards dictated that. I get QQ under the gun. It is a 1/2 game. I raise it to $12. Guy to my left had called the $2 before I acted. He said sorry and then called my $12. $2 hand or $12 hand. Funny. Shorter stack thinks for a bit and moves all in. He has KK and I am down to $140 of my original $200.
I get TT later on the button and limp with five others. Flop comes 872 with two clubs. Big blind puts out one red chip. Called in two places. I pop it $25 more and action goes to the big blind after the shortie small blind calls. He had less than my re raise. The big blind just sits there. Thinking. He looked super strong. He started sizing up my stack. He is totally ignoring me. I know he has top set. Just know it. He finally looks at me and says he will put me all in. I insta fold. And tell him he looks like a man who has top set and show him my TT. He turns over 88 and it holds. He said he was frightened by the flush draw. OK.
I was down over a hundred now, but felt good about my play. It felt great to read him like an open book. It represents a pretty big leap in my play. So, I reloaded up to $200 and played on.
Later I flopped a full boat with 55 on a 566 board and got paid off by the same guy with A6. This same guy also bet $5 any time he had a big hand. I hope I play with him again soon.
I was up and down from around even for a couple hours. I had to leave soon so I decided to play to my big blind. The guy to my right liked to straddle utg so when he did I called with 8c9c. Four more joined us around to the small blind who make it $16 to go. The original straddler called. I made the loose call as well. You know, go big or go home. Three others come along. The dealer collects the chips and stars to deal the flop. The small blind moves all in blind. Now this is just silly. He gave up so much info here. He is only getting called by a hand that beats him. Any way. The flop come 979 rainbow. Thank you. Straddler folds. I move in for $200 more and snap him off. He is cranky and says he will be back. I basically hit and run and go from $100 down to $50 up for the day. Went from frustration to elation just like that.
One funny story. A 20 something guy sat down next to me half way through the session. He was talkative and soon announced to our end of the table that he was tightening up this session. I asked him what he meant. He said top five hands only with a twinkle in his eye. Fast forward. He ends up wining an hand with 78os. I ask him where in the top five that hand falls. He just chuckled and said #5. Fast forward again. He is leading out at a pot the whole way. Guy at the other end of table is calling the whole way. Now the other guy is a huge stack. Everything is working for him. His bluffs turn into made hands. Kickers always just one above the others. Anyhoo, my neighbor is betting into him through the river. The other end guy then bumps it up. My neighbor agonizes and finally calls. The other end guy flips over the 78os for rivered gut shot straight. Two pair no good. Disgusted, my neighbor mucks. I turn to him and tell him tongue in cheek that he can not be mad because 78os is a top five hand. He laughed.
I won a few pots here and there. Mostly folded. Cards dictated that. I get QQ under the gun. It is a 1/2 game. I raise it to $12. Guy to my left had called the $2 before I acted. He said sorry and then called my $12. $2 hand or $12 hand. Funny. Shorter stack thinks for a bit and moves all in. He has KK and I am down to $140 of my original $200.
I get TT later on the button and limp with five others. Flop comes 872 with two clubs. Big blind puts out one red chip. Called in two places. I pop it $25 more and action goes to the big blind after the shortie small blind calls. He had less than my re raise. The big blind just sits there. Thinking. He looked super strong. He started sizing up my stack. He is totally ignoring me. I know he has top set. Just know it. He finally looks at me and says he will put me all in. I insta fold. And tell him he looks like a man who has top set and show him my TT. He turns over 88 and it holds. He said he was frightened by the flush draw. OK.
I was down over a hundred now, but felt good about my play. It felt great to read him like an open book. It represents a pretty big leap in my play. So, I reloaded up to $200 and played on.
Later I flopped a full boat with 55 on a 566 board and got paid off by the same guy with A6. This same guy also bet $5 any time he had a big hand. I hope I play with him again soon.
I was up and down from around even for a couple hours. I had to leave soon so I decided to play to my big blind. The guy to my right liked to straddle utg so when he did I called with 8c9c. Four more joined us around to the small blind who make it $16 to go. The original straddler called. I made the loose call as well. You know, go big or go home. Three others come along. The dealer collects the chips and stars to deal the flop. The small blind moves all in blind. Now this is just silly. He gave up so much info here. He is only getting called by a hand that beats him. Any way. The flop come 979 rainbow. Thank you. Straddler folds. I move in for $200 more and snap him off. He is cranky and says he will be back. I basically hit and run and go from $100 down to $50 up for the day. Went from frustration to elation just like that.
One funny story. A 20 something guy sat down next to me half way through the session. He was talkative and soon announced to our end of the table that he was tightening up this session. I asked him what he meant. He said top five hands only with a twinkle in his eye. Fast forward. He ends up wining an hand with 78os. I ask him where in the top five that hand falls. He just chuckled and said #5. Fast forward again. He is leading out at a pot the whole way. Guy at the other end of table is calling the whole way. Now the other guy is a huge stack. Everything is working for him. His bluffs turn into made hands. Kickers always just one above the others. Anyhoo, my neighbor is betting into him through the river. The other end guy then bumps it up. My neighbor agonizes and finally calls. The other end guy flips over the 78os for rivered gut shot straight. Two pair no good. Disgusted, my neighbor mucks. I turn to him and tell him tongue in cheek that he can not be mad because 78os is a top five hand. He laughed.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Jinxed James
James is a friend. James is a friend who lives next door. James loves poker. James is just not very good. He's not bad. He;s not good. This my friends, is James' biggest problem. His mediocre ability costs him money all the time. Call it luck or variance, either one just kicks him squarely in the junk.
I would venture to guess that all thing being equal, James would be about a break even player. That would be true, I am sure, but you see, James is jinxed.
James has occasional flashes of brilliance. He has huge brain farts. Most of these are attributed to alcohol and bong hits. But James' biggest problem has nothing to do with staring hands, pot odds, implied odds, reverse pot odds, percentages, or even gut feeling. He is just plain unlucky.
I have seen him in one session get AK in against AQ and lose. Get one outed on the river. Get AA cracked by 22.
The funny part for me is that every time he gets it in a head, I get that all too familiar feeling that he is gonna get sucked out on. It's like a wave of doom sweeps over the basement that we play in, as if to say, "here we go again".
Well it happened again last night. It was James' announced last hand of the night. James has this quirky thing he likes to do. He min raises. Usually doesn't mean a thing accept he is probably drunk. Well, he min raised under the gun. We were five handed. John, immediately to his left, raised. It folded around to James who then min raised John. John pushed all in. He was the big stack and had James covered. James insta calls and shows AA. John moans "cooler" and flops over KK. Doom began to creep over the room. I swear the light got a little dimmer. Faint deep drum beats floated in through the screen door. The music seemed to muffle. A black bird hit the sliding glass door. It was twelve a.m., but I swear it happened.
Flop
JT4 rainbow.
Turn.
Q
River
A
Q falls and I would have bet my stack that the straight was coming. The worst part is James started to stack the chips. We had to inform him of the straight. John started to talk as he does sometimes. Rationalizing the outcome. I told him to just be quiet and drag the pot. The hand spoke for itself. It was gonna happen no matter how it went down. James, to his credit, laughed it off and went out to smoke. That is just how he rolls. And that is just how his cards run. James would have gone home up $50 for the night. He was counting it in his head. You could see him doing it. Instead, he had to go home and tell his wife he lost again.
She is another story.
I would venture to guess that all thing being equal, James would be about a break even player. That would be true, I am sure, but you see, James is jinxed.
James has occasional flashes of brilliance. He has huge brain farts. Most of these are attributed to alcohol and bong hits. But James' biggest problem has nothing to do with staring hands, pot odds, implied odds, reverse pot odds, percentages, or even gut feeling. He is just plain unlucky.
I have seen him in one session get AK in against AQ and lose. Get one outed on the river. Get AA cracked by 22.
The funny part for me is that every time he gets it in a head, I get that all too familiar feeling that he is gonna get sucked out on. It's like a wave of doom sweeps over the basement that we play in, as if to say, "here we go again".
Well it happened again last night. It was James' announced last hand of the night. James has this quirky thing he likes to do. He min raises. Usually doesn't mean a thing accept he is probably drunk. Well, he min raised under the gun. We were five handed. John, immediately to his left, raised. It folded around to James who then min raised John. John pushed all in. He was the big stack and had James covered. James insta calls and shows AA. John moans "cooler" and flops over KK. Doom began to creep over the room. I swear the light got a little dimmer. Faint deep drum beats floated in through the screen door. The music seemed to muffle. A black bird hit the sliding glass door. It was twelve a.m., but I swear it happened.
Flop
JT4 rainbow.
Turn.
Q
River
A
Q falls and I would have bet my stack that the straight was coming. The worst part is James started to stack the chips. We had to inform him of the straight. John started to talk as he does sometimes. Rationalizing the outcome. I told him to just be quiet and drag the pot. The hand spoke for itself. It was gonna happen no matter how it went down. James, to his credit, laughed it off and went out to smoke. That is just how he rolls. And that is just how his cards run. James would have gone home up $50 for the night. He was counting it in his head. You could see him doing it. Instead, he had to go home and tell his wife he lost again.
She is another story.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Teach me how to play KK
Super Turbo's.....Blah!
Busted out the last two with KK. Got it all in pre-flop against AJos and ATs. The hand against the AJ came 555...4...5. So sick. Spike an Ace like a real player.
The AT hand just came club club diamond club club. At least the board paired on the turn for some hope.
Just busted again AT vs QJ. No justice.
Live Blog Update
88 vs ? A2h flop 234 of course, turn J river 3.
Safety dance is happening right now. I won when I got in ahead.
I'll stay right here and let you know how it goes
32 fold
QTos fold to raise
83 fold
J9d fold to raise
63 fold
AA limp AJ limps AT puses 86 super shortie calls AJ call
Board
4957Q shorties doubles his 10 chips up and I win monster.
If that didn't hold....
Heads up
Karma gets me back
57d > K9
KT > KQ
Then
KJ < Q8 for the win and he flops two pair
No cards for me after that and I take second.
If you read this far you deserve a treat today.
Free Blizzards at DQ if you can find me hehe.
Busted out the last two with KK. Got it all in pre-flop against AJos and ATs. The hand against the AJ came 555...4...5. So sick. Spike an Ace like a real player.
The AT hand just came club club diamond club club. At least the board paired on the turn for some hope.
Just busted again AT vs QJ. No justice.
Live Blog Update
88 vs ? A2h flop 234 of course, turn J river 3.
Safety dance is happening right now. I won when I got in ahead.
I'll stay right here and let you know how it goes
32 fold
QTos fold to raise
83 fold
J9d fold to raise
63 fold
AA limp AJ limps AT puses 86 super shortie calls AJ call
Board
4957Q shorties doubles his 10 chips up and I win monster.
If that didn't hold....
Heads up
Karma gets me back
57d > K9
KT > KQ
Then
KJ < Q8 for the win and he flops two pair
No cards for me after that and I take second.
If you read this far you deserve a treat today.
Free Blizzards at DQ if you can find me hehe.
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