Saturday, May 28, 2011

Sci Fi

I am a little bit of a science fiction lover. I like just about anything out of the ordinary. Paranormal to space, I like it all. I recently started watching the new Battlestar Galactica. I had caught a few episodes when it first aired, but resisted liking it due to my love of the first series. As a seven year old, the original was the absolute best. I tend to do that a lot. Mostly for the same reason that no one can do a better cover of a Beatles song. Unless of course it was sung by Ringo. And don't get me started on that turd Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory remains the far superior film to this day IMHO. But I digress.

I love it when I miss out of series like this. I did it with True Blood. Missed the first two years before I discovered my vampire addiction. My wife and I would engorge ourselves in hours of it for weeks. Instant gratification, is there anything better. BG has five seasons. And they are all nearly twenty episodes long. Sweet.

In my young mind, knowing no back story to BG, I always envisioned them finding Earth,the 13th colony, and finding Star Trek. I thought it would be cool that the lost colony started the Federation and turned around and kicked some Cylon ass. Transporter technology alone would ruin the Cylons, to say nothing of shields.

The other scenario I daydreamed about during school involved all three major space dramas. Who would win in a war between BG, Star Trek and Star Wars. I think Battlestar Galactica is toast no matter what. But, who wins between Star Trek and Star Wars. Think about it.

Friday, May 27, 2011

Blah Blah Blue?

Played my home game this week. Dropped $100. First hand I got TT and won a small pot. From then on I was in a cold seat. I even moved and it followed me there. I did get QQ one hand and open raised it to $5. .25/.50 game. I get one caller and then the big blind, Carl, thinks and calls. This is the only hand I have or will raise that evening. Flop is 9c7c3c. Carl checks. I check and the other dude checks. Normally I would bet out there, especially if I had the Qc (I did not). Something in the way Carl responded made me think I was in trouble. The turn is the 7d. Carl lead out for $12. I call. The other guy leaves. The turn is the 9c. Carl slows down. I check behind. He flips over J6 of clubs. I start laughing. He looks at me and says "Well the fourth club came". I look at my neighbor and he says "He just does not get it". I asked Carl if he realized it was the only hand I had raised all night. I asked him how much I would have to raise there to get him to fold J6 suited. Carl just does not understand that there is zero value for him getting into hands with me. I am good enough to lay down big pairs. He made a whopping $22.25 on his $5 investment. Horrible. He is why I like his game so much. He is not a poker player. He is a gambler. He often gets big chip stacks and then just gives them away and goes on tilt. I average $100 profit in this .25/.50 game. He is also the guy that likes to play Omaha hi low no limit. Gambling at its best.

Decided to skip Harrahs this week and drive 5 minutes down the road to Ameristar. The guys in my home game have been saying how soft the 1/2 game is there. On top of that the bad beat is 345k. Second bad beat 320k. Third bad beat 305k. I know, I know. I have a better shot at getting in a car wreck but I have been at the table before when the bad beat hit.

Anyhoo. I get AQ in early position on my third hand. I raise it to $11 and get four callers, great. The last caller had limped right next to me on my right and was the last one to come along. He nearly folded. The flop is 3Q3. I like my hand here okay because none of the blinds came along. I bet half the pot. One caller and folds around to guy on my right. He min check raises. I call, Other dude calls. Turn is a 7. Guy on right makes same bet. I tank. I have played with this guy before. He could be making a move with a strong ace. I just could not put him on the 3. I think for three minutes and fold. It was early and you know never go broke with a queen in you hand. The other guy moves all in for $11 more. The guy on my right says good fold. He flopped quads. Other guy had A6. I like that guy. I asked quads dude if he almost folded. He said yeah but there were too many in the pot. Duh. Set mine baby, set mine. Or quad mine. He hit a set with 3's later. His cards.

I was down to $120 then. I dwindle down to $50. I look down at 77. I limp and we see a flop 5 ways. A T 7 rainbow. Cha Ching. I lead out almost the pot, $9. I get min raised by the tightest guy at the table. I put it all in heads up. If he has a set of T's so be it. AT or higher is more likely. He says I guess I call. That is a good sign. I sweat a bit when an ace peals on the river. He flips AJ and I am near $100. I go on to flop sets with T's K's A's and J's. I cash out for almost $300. $250 up from my low point. not bad. The set of Aces was sick. I raise in the big blind and get one caller. Guy's first hand. Flop is AQ4 two hearts. I bet half the pot. He calls blank on turn. I bet half the pot and he moves in. I call. He has AQ. Sick for him.

All in all I played well. I did donk off $55 with AQ. I should have raised pre flop. Flop is 8Q8. I bet and one guy min raises me. I call and the turn is an Ace. I call all the way down and of course he had the 8. He would have folded if I just had given him a reason. I learned how he played though. Use it next time.

This gentleman in the one seat kept talking at me the whole time. I was in the 4 seat. He gave a play by play of every hand and acted like we knew each other. He was a jack ass. He exposed his hand (KK) while there were still two people in the hand. I know sir. Aces always come when you have kings. He then asked to see a losing hand that mucked. He was not even in the hand. That is when I knew he was a douche. Luckily he got the vibe from the table and soon left.

Sunday, May 22, 2011


Now I laughed at the dude who used SCIENCE on the Bible to figure out the end of days. It really is brilliant if you think about it. He gets all of us to buy in if he gets the geeks involved. Anyway, I went to church yesterday afternoon just to be sure. Priest said every day could be your individual rapture day. Just take it one day at a time. This is it. Your own. Personal. Rapture. Anywhoo we went home and upon leaving Gods bunker, I noticed big thunderstorms to our west. Living in Kansas, one gets used to Wizard of Oz weather. I know people from SOCO that absolutely shit when a thunderstorm comes through. They get in their car and go to the basement of a parking garage. Ironically the exact opposite of where one should go during a earthquake. Real Kansans go outside when there is a tornado near. Gotta see that thing. Though I have lived in Kansas all my life and have yet to see one in person. And to be fair I would probably shit if I ever experienced an earthquake.

So we drive home and it is around 5:00. I read a report that the Rapture would begin at 6:00 central. It's bright and sunny but looking ominous. We drive home, I crack open a beer and have a snack. Around 5:30 it clouds up. 5:45 we get reports from Topeka television stations of tennis ball sized hail. I am starting to believe. Who knew ground zero for the end of days is Topeka Kansas? Stephen King maybe? Hell on Earth actually is Topeka. Or possibly Pierre South Dakota. 5:59 the tornado sirens go off. Shit. So much I wanted to do. See Ireland. Win a bad beat jackpot. Junk punch Howard Lederer. Finally talk my wife into the forbidden love. You know. Sex with the lights on.

We enact our Zombie plan. I usher the family into the attic. Zombies can't jump. Then the wife says "What about the Tornado". Fuck. We rush downstairs. We can only hope the Tornado gets rid of the Zombies. I go outside and nothing is happening. It is 6:05 and so I let the whole family join me in the cul de sac. Turns out The Rapture consists of sprinkles and six more Sam Adams 48 IPA. Delicious. We get another tornado warning at 10:00. Rapture aftershock? Still nothing. We go to bed an hour later. Lights off.

As I sit here writing this today, it is absolutely gorgeous outside. We have all the windows open. It is sunny. I have had a doughnut and two cups of coffee. I am going to serve at the soup kitchen in an hour. Softball after that. Steak for dinner and Trivia tonight. The Royals are at .500. It might me the end of the world. Oh well. This is not bad at all. There could be worse endings.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Just one hand.

Played in my home game Monday night. Bought in for $70. Cashed out $310. Nice night. One of two big hands. Got into it with the two biggest donks at the game. Donk one was sitting nest to me on my left. Donk two was across the table in the big blind. I limp after two others with king jack of diamond in the cut off. Donk one raises on the button. He had been doing this a lot light. Donk number two calls and I call as we see the flop three ways. KQ3. Two spades. One diamond. Checks to donk one and makes a weak bet. Donk two flats and I push all in. 1 thinks and then calls. 2 thinks for a second and calls. Turn 9d. Meh. River 3c. I turn over my hand and it holds. Donk one had some kind of crappy flush draw. No where near the odds to call. Donk 2 had K8. Thanks you all.

We then decide to play Omaha for an orbit. Last week I got beat up pretty good in Omaha. I had AAQ5 double suited. Nice hand right? I make a pre flop raise to $5. It is a .25/.50 game. I get called in two spots. Fucking gamblers. Flop is JsTs3d. Carl bets. Biggest fucking gambler there. I raise my flush draw, gutty, pair of aces hand. All in. He thinks for a while and says he has two pair. Really? And you are going to call? He does. We ran it twice and I lost both times. I was %70 after the flop. I lose to J3.

Fast forward this week. They wanted to play Omaha again. I said I would but would complain. I limp with QQJT. Flop is Q34 rainbow. Hammer lock. I bet and donk one call. Ten on turn puts 2 clubs out there. I still have the nuts. I move all in to just take the pot. He calls. River T. I win. He had the nut flush draw again. It is a nice game.

Harrahs yesterday. Bust out of the tourney again. Guy made a sick call. I limp in the cut off with 3d5d. Small blind 3x raises. I call and we are heads up. Flop is J94 two diamonds. He makes a weak c bet. I read it right and move all in. He thinks for a while and calls. He had KQ. I guess the gutty put him over the edge. No diamonds and IGHN. He thought he was behind. He told me. I made the right read and move. I needed those chips for the super turbo that the Tuesday afternoon tourney at Harrahs is.

I sit down at a cash game. Only one regular there. They are all over at Ameristar chasing the Bad Beat. It is over 300k. There is over a million including the reserves. Anyway, this is the best table I have sat at in a while whilst at Harrahs. Passive. Easy to read. I double my stack in about half an hour. Should have left. But. There always is a but. The guy directly to my right in the 2 seat is throwing away money. I got into a hand with him early on. I had AK he had A9. Ace on the flop and he called me down. If I had known I would have moved all in . He would have called. Or better yet let him drive the action. That is how bad he was. I watched him drop over $1400 in three hours. The people that were there before me said he had dropped at least $600 more. I stayed. I donked off $150 trying to get in a hand with him. Never happened. Funny thing is he told me he moved out of my seat because he was losing so much money. Was not the seat sir.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Well HI

Went up to Harrahs yesterday to try my luck at old guy sit n go tourney. I was card dead except for one hand. It is early in the tourney and I get 33. The black ones. I limp in late position and we see a flop five handed. The flop comes the Ten of clubs and the two red 3's. TBQB's. It is funny how unaffected I(and I assume others get) when my quads are flopped. Check like you got nothing. There is no racing heart. No sweating. Just sit back and hope someone makes a full house. No such luck for me here. I won a little from a guy with a small pocket pair.

I bust out in the small blind with 64. We see a limped pot 3 ways. K63 flop. Check Check Check. The turn is a 6. I only have about 1000T left and the pot is 600T. I bet 500. Big blind folds and the other dude smooths. The river is another K and I have to push. Of course he has the K and I go home. I still do not know why he checked that. Almost cost him 1000T. He tried to give me his money.

Went to play cash and immediately was seated at a brand new table. My buddy Cliffy just happened to be there as well. I was up and down $30 either side of my $200 buy in for about an hour. I am a little bit above dead even when I get JJ in early position. I like to limp with jacks a lot. It is a strong enough hand that I can re raise the loose player but weak enough that if I can't re raise, I do not feel like I have made too big of a mistake seeing a flop five handed. We see a flop 5 handed. Bingo Ac Jd 7c. Blinds check to me and I bet a little less than the pot. Fold Fold and the small blind, Cliffy, min raises me. The big blind folds. I think for a bit now. Cliffy is a straight forward player. I never see him get out of line. I know he has a hand, but which one. AA is not really a possibility. He would have definitely raised with that in the small blind. AJ? Maybe, but that is unlikely knowing my holding. A7. Real possibility. KQ clubs. Maybe, but the min raise is a move I would expect in position, trying to get two free cards. 77? Most likely here. I am pretty sure that is what he has. But he could have two pair, flush draw, or the dreaded AA. Probability in that order. I decide to raise it $50 and find out. I want the flush draw gone and I think two pair still calls and 77 is not going anywhere for sure. He calls. The turn was a ten of spades. He immediately bets out $50. KQ clubs? Can't be he would have folded on the flop betting. He never chases. AA is the monster that is creeping out of my mental closet. I can not just call. Fold or push. I am not good enough to fold. I move all in and he calls. He has 77 and my jacks hold. I am not sure what his bet on the turn was all about. He eliminated any chance of folding with it. He later told me he almost folded on the flop, but folding a set is just too hard. He said he thought I had JJ. If so, why lead out at the turn? He must have talked himself into two pair. I do not know.

Anyhoo, I left later that afternoon up $300 on the day. Nice.

See ya