Donk @ Life

Unfiltered

noreply@blogger.com (Predator314) — Fri, 07 Sep 2012 15:00:00 +0000

This blog is as unfiltered as I get. Unfortunately, it's a dead space on the internet lately as I have neglected it. It seems like any post I do put up here promises more frequent posting with failed results. I'm not going to make such promises today. I just have some shit to get off my chest.

First things first. I'm working at becoming a better person. Not only am I trying to treat myself better (2.5 weeks nicotine free, and 21+ lbs lighter), but I'm trying to do my best to help others. Shit hit home for me last week and really drove a wedge into my brain about what I'm doing with my life and which direction I want to go. Let me tell you a story:

I have a friend. His nickname is Spook. I'm not sure how he got the nickname. It was just in place way before I came along as his friend. Spook is one of the most talented and funniest people on the planet. Put a musical instrument (especially a guitar) in this man's hand and he turns into a God. The sheer talent flowing through this man's body is uncanny. Unfortunately, Spook has your typical rock star mentality. Party hard, worry about other shit later.

I was Spook's #1 fan until his drinking got out of hand. I used to follow him around to all the bars as he played his shows. I watched his fan base grow from a few measly people to several hundred. Towards the end of my run of hanging with him, the bars were packed to hear him and his band-mates. However, during this time, I transformed from a fan to more of a babysitter. His drinking got out of hand. I spent most of my time making sure he got home safe at night than anything. It wasn't fun for me and became a chore. Finally I felt like someone that just enabled Spook to drink and cut ties with him. We were still friends, I just quit following the band around from bar to bar.

Fast forward to a couple Tuesday night's ago. Spook was coming home....drunk... and driving. He went into oncoming traffic and ended up hitting a car head-on. 2 women died as a result. Apparently one of them was pregnant. Spook came out without a scratch. He's looking at considerable jail time as a result.

I can't explain to you the range of emotions this experience has caused. There's some anger, a lot of guilt, and so many other emotions all rolled into one. Not once did I think about other people's safety when I would take a drunken Spook home. Not once did I offer to help Spook with his apparent drinking problem. For that I felt guilty. I cried a lot after this incident. To see a friend go down like this is tough. In the eyes of any person not connected to Spook, he's a dirtbag. Maybe he is in my book. I'm getting over any guilt I feel over the death of these 2 women. In the end, it was Spook that chose to drink and drive. It was Spook that had been charged with DUI several times before and only once convicted because he bought/bribed his way out of them.

So cheers to you Spook. I still consider you my friend. You definitely deserve any jail time you will receive. Hopefully this is a wake-up call. Get your shit together. You have at least 2 deaths on your hands. It may not have be premeditated, but you are a murderer. Take your time and get your shit together. Hopefully you will help others when you get out of prison. I also hope you take that talent of yours and become a rock star after this is all said and done.

Limitless

noreply@blogger.com (Predator314) — Thu, 17 May 2012 17:14:00 +0000

To add some life to this blog, I've decided to just start watching random movies on Netflix and blogging about them. I'm just picking movies at random, usually from what Netflix recommends to me. The only criteria is that is has to be a movie I have never seen before.

First up: Limitless. It stars some Bradley Cooper dude and some Abbie Cornish chick with some Robert De Niro thrown in to give the flick some credibility I guess.

The gist of the movie is that this bum writer finds this designer drug that enables you to use 100% of your brain capacity. Through the use of the drug, he has an epic rise in his career and life, making millions trading on the stock market and just totally killing life while on the drug.

Predictably there are side effects to the drug. Evidently once you stop taking it, it kills you. Also predictably there is a limited supply and everyone who knows about the drug wants it.

I watched this movie like 2 hours ago and I've already forgotten most of it. Except this one cool part where this chick was running from this dude. She took the drug to help escape. During her escape, she used a kid on ice skates as a weapon. Originality! That's the only bit of it you'll get from this flick.

So would I watch this movie again? I doubt it. Do I recommend it? Sure, if you have 100 minutes of your life you'd like to kill, you could watch this movie. Personally I'd save that 100 minutes for something more important... like masturbating.

Is it baseball season yet?

noreply@blogger.com (Predator314) — Fri, 02 Mar 2012 16:53:00 +0000

Maybe it's because I watch Sportscenter approximately 8 times a day, but I am so sick of basketball right now. The NASCAR season is here... And I'm over it. I try to enjoy hockey and I do, but coverage of hockey games is so crappy on this area, it's tough to follow hockey closely. Add in the fact that Sidney Crosby is in no hurry to make his way back on to the ice. I'm pretty much a hockey fan without a team!

Now baseball. That's a sport I can get in to. I played as a kid. I still collect baseball cards. I'm in a sick fantasy league too. Most people give me shot for loving baseball but I just tell the to eat a dick. It's a great sport. I just hate the off season.

We have our annual fantasy draft this weekend. 8 guys spread across the USA have been doing this league for several years now. It's not your typical league either. We have keepers, a farm system, and 2 amateur drafts. I have won the league once. Came in 2nd twice.

To kick off the fantasy baseball draft weekend, we are doing a group break live on blogtv tonight. My buddy, Jim has a fresh 6 box case of Topps Tier One. I will be heading over to his house after work to kick off the festivities. The break will be $34/spot for 2 teams. There are 13 spots left. PayPal only please. It will be a blast! And a perfect way to kick off the baseball season.

Is this thing on?

noreply@blogger.com (Predator314) — Sat, 25 Feb 2012 13:38:00 +0000

I pretty much forgot I had a blog. It's been a few months since my last post. Not a whole lot of new or exciting stuff in my world right now. I haven't played poker in months. I've pretty much devoted all my spare time and money to collecting/trading/buying/selling baseball cards. The rest of my time I spend working. I'm still looking for a new job, but times are tough in this area right now.

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My family had a tough loss a few weeks ago. My nephew, Alex, died in a car crash. He was such a good kid and way too young. He was only 18 years old. I thought of him more as little brother rather than a nephew. The whole family has had a difficult time dealing with his death. Even now, a month after his accident, I can't type this paragraph without tears coming to my eyes.

But I'm not here to talk about the sadness of Alex's death. I just wanted to mention what a good kid he really was. Most 18 year old kids I know are pretty much jerks. I was 18 once and I remember how much of an ass I was. It's just human nature. Alex was a little different. Sure he had all the same things going on that any normal 18 year old did. However, he was also a family oriented person. He took time out to help his family rather than being embarrassed to be around them like most teenagers. He was constantly helping me with repairs and maintenance on my house. I felt like an idiot when it came to handy-man type stuff and he was just a natural at it.

Alex was just born mechanically inclined. His first fascination in life was vacuum cleaners. He was obsessed with them and how they worked. That obsession quickly turned to cars, trucks, tractors, go-carts, ATVs, motorcycles, or any other vehicle you could drive. He was pretty much always driving or riding something from the age of 3. I remember he used to love to come over to my house and play Grand Theft Auto 3. He would spend HOURS playing that game. My mother would get concerned about letting him play that game because it was so violent. But I had her watch him play for a bit. All he did in the game was acquire vehicles and drive them around. He would get a big truck and parallel park it in front of the house, or back all his cars up in a line across the screen. It was pretty funny. He just wanted to drive and play with cars.

I'm not a religious person. I don't believe any just God would have taken Alex from this earth. I believe life just sucks sometimes and you have to move on. I really miss Alex. If there's one thing I've learned (or have been re-taught) from his death, it is that life is too short and can be cut even shorter. I'm trying to better myself. Sometimes I go into a "funk" where I actually sabotage my self improvement. I'm 16 years older than Alex and he was more of a grown-up than me. Not that I have or want to be a model grown-up. However, I do need to be more mature about some decisions I make in life. And hopefully I can use Alex's death as a means to be more mature about such decisions.

So I met this chick...

noreply@blogger.com (Predator314) — Sun, 27 Nov 2011 20:21:00 +0000

Went out with some friends bar hopping the other night. I actually met this girl before, but this was my first time actually having a conversation with her. I knew she was a computer geek like myself. However after a couple hours of chit chat I realized this chick has her shit together.

She has graduated from Berklee College of Music, has worked for MTV, knows way too much about artificial intelligence, has lived in Boston, New York, and now San Francisco. Hands down one of the most interesting people I've met in a long time.

Anyway after a fun time the other night I realized this chick is basically the person I'd love to be. She's a free spirit and loves life. She doesn't just talk about things she wants to do. She just does them. I need to be more like her. I have all these things I'd like to do in life but usually I get in my comfort zone and just plant my ass there. It's really a handicap.

I'm going to use my new friend as a model for my own self improvement. I even let her know that. She was flattered and even offered to help me out any way she could. Including putting me up in San Francisco if I ever got the balls to move out there.

A couple other friends told me they felt dumb after talking to her. I told them I'm in love :). Not really though (even though I'd tap that without thinking twice). I just felt intrigued and motivated to continue my self improvement.

Easy game

noreply@blogger.com (Predator314) — Sat, 20 Aug 2011 18:32:00 +0000

$1400 and some change in that stack (front left stack which you can't see is a stack of $25 green chips). I went on a rampage at the $1/2 tables yesterday. I also hit quad jacks which won me a high hand bonus for the room. This was a free entry into the $20K tournament next weekend ($235 entry). I sold the entry for $200.

The live-game bankroll is getting pretty flush these days. It won't be long before I'm ripping up the $2/5 games.

Do what you love.

noreply@blogger.com (Predator314) — Thu, 18 Aug 2011 20:39:00 +0000

Mark Cuban is pretty much a nut, but he's a rich nut. So I read his blog. The other day he reposted this article. Being unemployed and a lot less wealthy than I used to be, I took it to heart. I want to do what I love. But what is it that I love to do? Well, I like to gamble. So why not look for something in the gambling industry...even if it was a piss poor job on the ground floor.

So I just landed a job in the gambling industry...not quite on the ground floor, but I'll be making about 1/2 what I made at my old job. I'll be managing a video slot machine parlor. I'll have 4 employees under me. I get to make my own schedule, but I can be called out at times to pay big winners when there isn't enough money in the safe to cover the hit. Basically these machines are multi-game slot machines that are hooked up through the WV Lottery. On my days off, I still have to show up at some point and empty the machines and make the safe drops, depending on how much money is in the safe.

My main objective in looking for a job such as this is to gain as much knowledge as possible to open my own establishment. It's the perfect opportunity to get an idea of what all needs to be done to make one of these things successful. This one handles about $700K/month in bets and probably nets $50-60K a month after payouts. The state gets 52% of that money and some of the machines belong to a vending company that gets 24%. The store gets the remaining 24%, but there are 2 machines where they get 48% because they own those machines. Despite everyone seeming to have a hand on the profit, there's still decent money in the businesses because of the low overhead to run them. Multiply that by 5 locations and the owners are doing well. I want to be an owner one day soon and this is my ticket to learn the business.

Given that I'm the manager, I get to make my own schedule. I'm supposed to schedule myself for about 36 hours and then with being called in to pay big winners, I will end up with about 40 hours a week. I plan to work this job and still play poker a couple days a week to supplement my income. I can work around my poker schedule as needed. Or play poker around my work schedule.

I'm excited about the job even though it doesn't pay all that much. I'll be doing something new and being around gambling gets my blood pumping (even though I avoid slots like the plague). The job is easy, so much of my "work" time will be just keeping the place clean, keeping the gamblers happy (hopefully happy enough to tip me when they win), and keeping my Kindle charged to help pass the slow times. With my expenses being at an all-time low right now, I can save some money and get set to move up in the industry. The next step is to open my own location, then another, and another, etc. The more I learn, the easier it will be for that to happen.

I get started on Sunday.. depending on how the schedule is set for next week, I might not begin my full-time shifts until the next week. We'll figure that out on Sunday. I'll probably sneak a trip to the casino tomorrow and maybe even spend the night and play some Saturday as well to get some extra hours in.

Revenge Poker!

noreply@blogger.com (Predator314) — Wed, 17 Aug 2011 13:55:00 +0000

After a week and a half off for a fishing vacation, I was back in action at the Mardi Gras Casino yesterday. After about 20 minutes on the waiting list, I get called for a new table. Seat #8...let's do work!

After a couple hours of folding and winning like zero pots, it was time for a piss. Enough of the urinals were being used that I couldn't abide by the "one urinal space between you and the man pissing next to you" rule, so I opted for the big handicap stall. After releasing a nice stream and feeling relieved, I exit the stall to see several people still in the bathroom. I felt awkward for using the handicap stall, so I faked a limp and exited the restroom.

When I came back to my seat, I saw him. That bright red hair with a big shiny bald spot on top can't be missed. Immediately I had flashbacks to elementary school, then my run-ins with this prick during junior high, and then, worst of all, high school.

Let's flashback 18 years (FFS I'm old!). I was actually a good baseball player when I was a kid. I made the all-star teams every single year from the time I was 6 until I was 15. I was a very good hitter. Not a big power guy, although I did have a few home runs (including 2 grand slams). When I was 15, I faced 2 different guys that could touch 90mph on the radar gun. One was a coach and another was a guy playing college ball. Neither were able to strike me out in the few at bats I got with those guys. Add an above average glove in the field, a love for the game, and a thirst to improve and learn about the game, and you had a hell of a ball player... not to brag or anything ;P

Now it's time for high school and I'm so stoked. I'm getting up at 5 a.m. every morning to hit the gym before school... even going to aerobics classes. I'm doing all this months prior to the baseball season. When it's time for practices to start, I'm ready to do whatever it takes to get a starting position. Even more exciting, 90% of this team was on my all-star team the prior season and we finished 2nd in the state 13-16 year old division. And we should have won the state too. The team that beat us, we had just blown out the day before. We just blew up mentally, thinking we were going to cruise to a state title. Anyway this was going to be a great season!

Then practices started. We ran and ran and ran some more. Miles each day. Through the school, up the stairs, past the lockers, down the stairs, through the cafeteria, past the lockers and vending machines, back up the stairs. Rinse. Repeat. This went on for weeks. Our gloves gathered dust in our lockers. Nobody had even seen a glimpse of a bat. As a matter of fact, we hadn't even stepped foot outdoors. Every day, running up and down those fucking steps. Then into the gym for suicides, with mandatory push-ups for the guy that finished last.

So yea, now we have a game in a couple days and have yet to even pick up a baseball. We don't even know who's on the varsity team. I never got to prove myself and try to win a starting spot on the team. The day before the game, we got our uniforms and a list was posted. It was who made varsity and who made junior varsity. I was worried at this point. He hadn't even seen me play. I could outplay most of the guys on this team and he might not even know it. And my worries became reality when I saw my name on the junior varsity list. I was pretty crushed.

I went to speak with him and plead my case. When I first entered his office the next day, I had envisioned an epic fight breaking out where I try to drag him across his desk. In reality, I told him I think he made a mistake putting me on the JV squad when I was one of the best players on his team. I was speaking on deaf ears. After another day of consideration, game day... a game which I wasn't even going to be dressed for, I told him I quit. I had one more season of eligibility on 13-16 little league team and was guaranteed to play there. He asked me to return my spikes, so I sit them on the hood of his car as I was leaving school that day. I wanted to cry.

I ended up playing my last season of baseball that year. My head wasn't really into the game anymore. That prick had spoiled my love for the game. What's worse, he took that awesome team, full of talent and managed to win exactly 1 single game. Yes he not only fucked up a wet dream, but he shit the bed in the process. I've hated him ever since.

We still run into each other from time to time. Usually on the golf course... he's a member of the local Elks club where I frequently golf. The cocksucker hit into us one time and I've been driving golf balls at his head ever since. He once was playing solo (nobody likes this prick) and caught up to us on the final hole. My buddy and I had a cart. He was walking. The last hole is a pretty steep incline and about 400 yards long. He asked if he could go ahead and tee off and catch a lift up the hill on our cart. "It won't hurt you to wait a couple minutes." I calmly stated as I pressed the accelerator and sent the cart up the mountain.

Back to yesterday. I sit down with the intention of making this dude's life a living hell. He was sitting directly to my right. "How are you Wes?" he asked as I sit down.

"Same as always" I said.

On my first hand back to the table, he limped, I raised without even seeing my cards . 110 callers later, I whiff the flop and fold to a bet.

Next hand, I'm dealt QQ. He makes it $5 straight, I 3 bet to $20. 4 callers! Flop is KQx with 2 clubs. He checks, I bet $100, just under pot size. Both the other guys hem and haw for a long time before folding. Dick Coach, insta shoves for $59 more. I call. The board ran out, but a 9 came on the river, scaring me a little. I turn over my flopped set and he mucked. Later he claimed to have KQ. I did a mental fist pump. $179 worth of revenge...better than nothing.

Whenever I was in middle position or late position, if he limped, I raised. My goal was to make him rage quit before the day was over. Unfortunately he was called for his tournament before that happened.

He left a loser.... he's always been a loser and I got $179 worth of revenge from that fuck.

It rubs the lotion on it's skin...

noreply@blogger.com (Predator314) — Fri, 22 Jul 2011 20:02:00 +0000

I'm back into playing poker these days. Live poker #FML. The good thing about live poker is that it's easy. I've been taking the 2 hour drive to Mardi Gras Casino & Resort in Crosslanes, WV a couple times a week and playing for about 8 hours at a time. After booking a solid win yesterday, I'm getting dangerously close to a comfortable live bankroll where I can fling around chips like I'm used to doing and play my usual more aggressive style. So far, I've been doing a lot of nut peddling to build my bankroll. It's been working, but I've also been pushed around a bit by some of the LAGgier guys on the tables. However, as my bankroll grows, so do my balls and I am starting to push back. Yesterday was a day that I stood my ground, pushed back, and just flat-out conquered.

I've been to the casino twice this week. Both times I've been seated next to the same transsexual woman*. Now this is West Virginia mind you. I think we just got our first gay less than 5 years ago. So this entire transgender ordeal is new to us mountain folk. This dude-looks-like a lady has some gamble to her too. But she also has the tenancy to go to the felt light and bluff in bad spots. The first day, I was a little confused by the woman*. I knew she was a man...not a lot of guess work involved to figure that out. However, she has a striking resemblance to the dude from Silence of the Lambs that tucked his junk between his legs and wanted the fat chick to rub lotion on herself. Even their voices were similar.

Yesterday, I was in the mood to play, but the day was soured for me early. I was able to get a fairly juicy table early. It was a $1/2 game, but played more like a $2/5 game with some of the stacks and a little extra aggression coming from the 2 drunk dudes at the end of the table. In seat 1 was wheelchair guy. He's always at my table, always in seat 1...this guy would rise from his wheelchair and run to chase down a flush. Seat 2 was a "business man" I see there all the time. He never seems to be doing business, just drinking beer and playing cards (my kind of business) Seat 3 was a LAGgy, semi-tilted/semi-drunk dude about 50 years old. He showed shades of brilliance in his play, but then followed that up with a few WTF moments. Seat 4 was someone whom I can't remember and then later changed to an older guy who never raises preflop and will play any 2 cards for cheap. Seat 5 stayed vacant most of the time, although one chick sit down and busted out in 3 hands. Seat 6 was the FISH. Really this guy had no clue. He was also downing Jim Beam and Diet Cokes like it was his job. Seat 7 was Captain Ohio. He had some pre-flop knowledge, but then just got completely lost in the hand once the flop came. Seat 8 was your hero, ME. Seat 9 was Marla..the transsexual woman*. The table lineup stayed consistent throughout the day

As I mentioned, my desire to play was soured early on. On my first significant hand, I look down to find QQ from UTG. I raise to $8. It seems like the entire table called the raise (and it seemed a few guys from the next table threw their $8 into the pot for good measure), then I get 3 bet to $35 from the BB. I hemmed and hawed about the 3 bet. Normally a 3 bet in these games screams AA or KK. However, this table was a little more loose and aggressive than I was used to seeing during the daytime hours. I stacked up chips for a 4 bet shove... then I took a 2nd look at my cards and my muscles twitched as I started to muck the cards, but I never let go. I put the cards back on the table and flat called the 3 bet since I had position on the guy and knew I had a better idea of what was going on post-flop than he would. Semi-tilted/semi-drunk dude decided to come along and play with us. The flop came 8,4,4 with 2 spades. Now I've been paying dead attention to the BB the entire time. I pretty much stared him down the entire time. He seemed pretty uncomfortable with getting 2 callers. I pretty much had a dead on read of his hand by the time he put in a weak $25 flop bet. I gladly shipped my remaining chips into the middle. However, I felt sick when the button insta-called. I knew I was dead when the BB also called. I told the BB "You have tens or jacks right?". He sheepishly turned over his 2 red jacks. By this time the dealer had dealt the turn and river and the button proudly displayed his 94s for the flopped trips and $600+ pot. REBUY!

That hand stirred an annoying conversation that began with bad beat stories. The FISH in seat 6 even threw in a couple Acey Duecey bad beats for good measure (wtf?), then transformed into a contest about who could tell the worst joke.

"Why is 77 better than 69?" asked the tranny to my left.

"?"

"Because you get eight (ate) more! HAH HAH HA" she* belted out in her creepy baritone voice.

I felt dirty and wanted to go home. But I put the entire Foo Fighters discography on shuffle on my iPod and drowned out the fool talk around me.

I bought in short for $100 after that.. a little on tilt..not because monkey on the button cold called a 3 bet with 94s, but because I didn't have the nads to ship it pre-flop and go with my read. If I was going to play like a vagina, I might as well buy in short so it won't cost so much. My $100 dwindled to $51 after a AK, AQ type hands that completely whiffed in multi-way pots. Then the floor guy came by and told it was time to "Splash the Pot". This is where they randomly splash and extra $50-300 into the pot before the hand even starts. He placed 4 green chips in the middle ... $100. There was a live straddle and every called until it came to me. I looked down to see an ace. I didn't even look at my 2nd card. I just shipped my remaining $51 into the middle as I fiddled around for another buyin in my pocket. A couple guys cold called. I think there were 5 of us going to the flop. The flop came rag rag 10. One of the temporary fixtures in seat 5 shoved for a little over $100 and much to my surprise only got 1 caller. They flipped over their cards. I kept mine concealed and clutched the bills in my pocket I had set aside for my rebuy. I saw a pair of tens was winning. Then I saw the sexiest ace ever hit the turn. I faded any disaster on the river and raked in a $400ish pot with only a $51 investment. Well played sir :P

2 hands later, I flopped a set of 8's and let out $10 into a $12 pot. There were 2 diamonds on the board. Seat 1 min raised me to $20. Someone else called. I 3 bet to $95 when the action returned to me and the wheelchair guy called as did the 3rd guy, but it put him all in. I knew exactly what wheelchair guy had when he called the extra $75 with little thought. I've seen him do the min raise on his flush draws before ... it's almost automatic....as is the inevitable 3rd diamond that hit the turn. I cursed to the poker gods under my breath and checked to the cripple in seat 1. I then wondered if that's how he lost the use of his legs...in some back room poker game, chasing flush draws and hitting them with ease until one day, some tilted drunk had enough and bashed his fucking kneecaps into oblivion. That's what I felt like doing anyway when he bet out a measley $50. He pretty much priced me into seeing a river card. "Pair the fucking board for me one time!" I thought to myself. It always seems to pair when I'm the one holding the flush. Obviously it didn't. I checked and had visions of showing my flopped set as I folded to wheel chair guys bet. However, he checked behind for some fucking reason and then showed me the king high flush. Weak. It was starting to look that this was not going to be my day despite my fortunate turn card in the splashed pot.

Then something happened. I started to run over the table and accumulate chips. The losing pots are so much easier to remember than the winning hands, but here are a couple I remember. The first I had just come back from the shitter when I looked down my first hand and saw 2 beautiful black aces. It was my big blind, so the tranny on my left started the action with a raise. A few callers later, it was up to me. I bumped it to $35 and weeded it out to just her* and me. The flop came K,7,7. I bet about 1/2 the pot and she* called. A 3 fell on the turn. I had put her* on a weak king at this point, but hadn't ruled out the possibility of a flush draw (2 spades on the board). At this point I was willing to go to the felt with my aces assuming a safe river. I examined her* stack. I forget the details , but I bet enough on the turn to allow me to be able to shove a safe river and expect a call. I was really happy when the 3rd 7 fell. I knew I would have the he/she's entire stack (I may have had her covered by $40-50) if she had the king. I thought about shoving the river, but I wanted to make sure I got full value. I knew she* was aggressive enough to bet a busted flush draw on that river, however she wouldn't call my shove if she missed. I also knew she would call my shove if she had the king, but she would also bet the king if I checked to her. Either way, I felt there was more value in check-raising than just shoving. I checked and she casually bet $150. I thought for a minute and then just put my remaining $300 or so in the middle as I talked to myself aloud and mentioned the word "chopped pot" to maybe make her think I had the king. She* insta-folded face up and showed her* 2 spades. I got an extra $150 out of her* just by pausing and thinking about the hand and whom I was up against.

This is getting way too long, so I'll stop now. Long story short, I continued to win pots. I varied my style of play as I grew more comfortable with the mountain of chips in front of me. At one point some dude said I was playing very tight aloud to the entire table. 30 minutes later, I raised 7 of 10 hands pre-flop and my image changed along with those plays.

I'll probably go back 2-3 days next week before I go on vacation for a week in Front Royal VA with most of my close friends. I'm going to try to post a little more too. I've noticed most of the poker blogs in my google reader are dead these days, so I'm going to search for some new ones to read and hopefully add my name to the list of blogs that update semi-regularly.

In the meantime while you're eagerly awaiting my next post, give my good friend Rob Bishop's new book a read. It is called The Underlings. It's sort of a Back to the Future meets Goodfellas type novel and a fun read. In the past few weeks I've read The Underlings, Jack Tripper Stole my Dog, A Game of Thrones, and I'm about 20% through A Clash of Kings.

More Live Poker

noreply@blogger.com (Predator314) — Fri, 08 Jul 2011 12:04:00 +0000

So f'ing rigged...

An overview of how my day went.

- Fold fold fold

- yay a playable hand!

- flop the nuts on that playable hand, throw money into the pot

- rebuy!

WWJD (The Casino Version)

noreply@blogger.com (Predator314) — Fri, 01 Jul 2011 12:16:00 +0000

I went back to the casino yesterday for some grinding. I won a big pot on like my 3rd or 4th hand when I flopped trips, and turned a boat. Lost a big pot a bit later when I turned the nut flush and my opponent rivered a boat.... even though she thought she lost. So did the dealer that started pushing the chips my direction and her cards into the muck. Long story short, the cunt got her chips and then donked them off to some other douche. All in all, I still made a decent profit, but it was a grind.

The real reason for this post is something I witnessed while at the casino. Evidently they have an early morning tournament or something that was finishing up as I was just getting settled into my seat. The last 3 guys chopped it up. Now I've never played a tournament at this casino, so I'm not exactly sure how they handle chops (or how any other casino handles them for that matter). All I can tell you is they really FUCKED THIS ONE UP! Bad.

I'm not sure if they actually played out the tournament or what, but all I know is that the "first place" dude went to the cage and was given roughly $700. He then left the casino. The other 2 dudes were given roughly $400 each and we due another $100 each from the first place guy... who is probably 5 miles down the road by the time ANY CASINO EMPLOYEE REALIZES WHAT HAPPENED!?!!

Now we're not talking about huge money here. The casino has the $700 guy's players club card info. They know his name and number and I'm sure will get that money back. My gut feeling is that the dude probably expected the casino to handle the chop and just figured what he was paid was the same thing everyone else was paid. Evidently he's a regular in the room, so nobody seemed to be too concerned about getting the money back...except for the 2 poor guys standing their with their dicks in their hand waiting on the rest of their money.

The discussion got heated...then LOUD. Then the cops came. All in all, this went on for a couple hours. There was talk of felony charges and blah blah fucking blah. First of all, no felony was committed. And I'm pretty sure any crime committed was purely accidental. Secondly, during the 2 hours or so it took to even calm this boiling issue down to a simmer, the casino probably made tens of thousands of dollars. Give the 2 guys their $100 and recoup your money when the other dude comes back. Worst case scenario, you're out $200, but with 2 happy customers.

What would Jesus do if he owned a casino?

Actual poker content!

noreply@blogger.com (Predator314) — Tue, 28 Jun 2011 23:43:00 +0000

I went to the casino Sunday for a little slot machine fun. My parents play the slots enough to get some pretty good deals from the casino including monthly free play money. This weekend was my mother's last shot to play off her money and since my Dad was working, I took his players card with me and had $80 free to play slots! Time to win big!

I loaded up in the car with my mother and set off to do what every functional family should be doing...gambling. Now my mother is your typical lady that is mesmerized by slots. You put her in a room full of video slot machines and she loses all sense of time. Her idea of a successful day of playing slots is not necessarily winning big or even winning at all. She's had a good day if her allotted gambling money lasts a long time.... and believe me, she's like a fucking Iron Man when it comes to playing those fool machines.

So about an hour into our casino adventure, and I've spent $70 of the $80 free play and the only thing I have to show for it is a $10 winning slip in my pocket. It's exhausting to me just playing those silly machines. They make my head hurt with their stupid sound and stupid ways of taking all my money. So I give up and hand my mother my Dad's players card with the remaining $10 and told her "If you need me, I'll be sitting at a poker table back there". And off I went. $200 to the cashier. "$160 in red, $40 in white please" (my lucky starting chip distribution).

I'm 5th on the waiting list, but it doesn't take but 10-15 minutes for enough people to start a new table. And it was a good one. I'm not one to remember the details of every hand, even the important ones. All I know is that I started out with a bang which gave me a pretty reckless image that got me paid off time and time again.

I call a small raise in position and it's heads up between me and another guy directly on my right. The flop comes K,T,8 or something like that. The other guy checks and I fire out $25 hoping to take the pot uncontested. Instead he insta-check raises all-in, but it was only $11 more to call (I totally wasn't paying attention to his stack size), so I donated $11 to the pot knowing I was crushed. My opponent turned over his Aces and I sheepishly hide my pocket 7's.... until the 7 hit the turn. "Nice call dickhead" my opponent gasped as he exited stage right.

From that point for the next 90 minutes or so, I folded... garbage garbage garbage. I woke up with A5s in the SB once and you would have thought I had 2 jokers. I called a small raise with the suited ace in a multiway pot. The flop 3,4,7 with 2 spades. Double gutter and a nut flush draw, I'm gambling here after 90 minutes of folding. I check and then it the guy to my left bets something like $30 and 19 other people flat call. I shoved and NOBODY called! I had huge equity in the pot and it wouldn't have hurt my feelings if 1 or 90 people called my shove. But I was happy to take it uncontested...well because I never get there.

I busted another guy when he couldn't lay down JJ on a dry King high board facing my big check-raise. I won another huge pot when I turned a nut straight in a community pot. There was a lot of c-bets that won me some uncontested pots as well. I got in a zone for a while and the poker during those couple hours was more of a blur than anything.

I had a fun, lively table (other than the douche that cussed me for sucking out). Everyone was willing to gamble. One guy went through like 5 buyins in a couple hours. When he finally ran out of money, I racked up my chips, cashed in my loot, bought an overpriced/overcooked Kobe Beef Burger and left the casino a happy man. So happy, I kinda got that poker itch again. Me thinks another road trip is on the agenda for tomorrow. I'm going to rage solo and hopefully keep building me a live poker bankroll to toy around with.

Fishing

noreply@blogger.com (Predator314) — Tue, 21 Jun 2011 13:50:00 +0000

I just came back from a short vacation in Surf City, NC. My brother is a charter fishing captain and took us out to try to catch some red drums. The fishing sucked ass, but I had a blast just being out on the water. It was the start of tourist season and the first time I've been there during that time. I saw several hot hippie chicks that will be in the spank bank for a good while.

I also went on a little fishing/scouting expedition yesterday. We 2 awesome rivers in this area that I don't fish enough. We have the New River and Greenbrier River within 30 minutes and both are just full of fish. I don't have a boat suitable for river fishing (yet), so my options are wading and bank fishing at the moment. I love to wade fish. It's my favorite method of fishing. The New River is a bit too dangerous for me to wade in most places. I do have 1 decent spot near the dam, but it gets fished rather heavily. The Greenbrier, on the other hand, is easily waded in most spots. The problem is just finding a spot to be able to park your vehicle and get into the water. My little scouting expedition yesterday help me find a few of those spots. So the missile sirens are wailing for the Smallmouth bass population in West Virginia. I'm about to wage war on some fish.

In other news, I still don't have a job. I have been looking, but there's not a lot to be had around here. I'm about to the point of having to consider relocating, which I really don't want to do. However, before I do that, I'm going to try out giving 110% of working on my own. I have enough people hounding me every day for help with their computers, I might as well try to monetize it. I don't expect to make a killing, but if I keep my costs down and actually give it my all, I feel I can get by. It will be much more rewarding too. I plan on blogging my experience as well if I'm not too overwhelmed with work. I will probably start a new blog for that though.

Peace out homies

Crickets

noreply@blogger.com (Predator314) — Fri, 03 Jun 2011 00:45:00 +0000

Nothing but a bunch of crickets chirping in the corner of the internet lately. It's hard to keep an interesting blog when you lead an uninteresting life. To solidify that statement, I'm already in bed at 8:47 p.m. on a Thursday night. I'm bored to tears and evidently there isn't much I can do about it right now. Someone needs a new hobby!?

So I think to myself "Self, what do you enjoy doing that's cheap and would make a good hobby?". The only thing that came to mind was writing. Even though I'm not as graceful with a pen or keyboard like some people, I still enjoy writing.

I'm not sure which direction I want to take this blog. I do know I don't want it to stay stagnant. I'm working on a few things in life that are kind of fun. So I figure I'll just blog about my adventures in trying to better myself.

I'm still working on losing weight. That has come to a standstill lately as I have quit dipping snuff (another aspect of my self improvement). Tonight will be my 9th consecutive night nicotine free! GO ME! One problem though... I could eat everything in this house and go out and buy some more. Jesus Christ, I can't get full. I'm scared to look at how much weight I've gained over the 9 days I've gone nicotine free. I'm sure it's a scale trainwreck waiting to happen...and it' going to happen. But it's no big deal. Hopefully these nicotine urges I get from time to time that I replace with food will go away in time. Also, I exercised today, so that helps!

Also in the self-improvement category, I'm starting up a new business. What little money I was making playing poker went completely bye bye on April 15th, so I needed to do something to earn some scratch without having to whore myself out on the street corners. I whipped up a new business license, contacted some vendors, and now I'm just a few days away from launching a pretty sexy retail website. I don't expect to make much money from the business, but I do plan on MAKING SOME MONEY. I'm starting from zilch too! A couple drop shipped items sold on ebay funded the website. Now I'm working on the capital to have a beginning inventory. My goal here is to learn the online entrepreneurial game and establish some confidence in playing that game.

I won't bore you any further. Expect more frequent updates...hopefully more entertaining than this garbage.

Is it just me?

noreply@blogger.com (Predator314) — Tue, 25 Jan 2011 09:51:00 +0000

So this has been going on for years and I'm not sure if this phenomenon is exclusive to me or if it's a common occurrence. When I go to take a shit, I sit on the toilet like any other human. Usually before the turds release, I piss and seemingly empty the bladder. Then I commence to shitting. Usually after a turd or 2, the phenomenon occurs. All of the sudden, I'm taking another FULL piss. Where the hell did this piss come from? Did I not just empty my bladder 5 seconds ago? Were my turds blocking off party of my bladder preventing it from being properly emptying? Is this problem exclusive to fat people? These are questions that haunt me at 4:54 a.m. when I'm battling insomnia (and after taking a nice shit).

A New Years Resolution I might stick with...

noreply@blogger.com (Predator314) — Mon, 10 Jan 2011 22:14:00 +0000

When asked what I wanted for Christmas, I really had no idea. Then one day, probably while taking a shit, I decided I watch too much TV. Like 4 out of 5 weekday evenings revolved around television programs. And that's even working the DVR overtime. Something has to give. There really isn't that much quality content on the TV!

So I decided to ask for a Kindle for Christmas. I have to say, I love this thing! I'm addicted to reading again. I started out trying to read Gulliver's Travels since it was free on Amazon's Kindle store. About 1/2 way thru, I gave up. Just plain boring IMO. Then I moved onto another freebie, The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. It was better than Gulliver's Travels, but the tales all felt like they needed a little more meat.

Then, I found a jackpot download on everyone's favorite bay ... where all the pirates hang out. 972 Kindle books in one download. BOOM! Packed full of awesome books. I decided I had avoided the Harry Potter books long enough. So I've dove into that series head first. I'm really enjoying the books. I had avoided them in the past because I thought they were for kids. But then I realized, I'm just an overgrown kid, so it's probably for me.

I'm going to finish off the Potter series (probably sooner than later). Then it's time to decide what's next! In the meantime, I'm suffering zero withdrawals from my lack of TV.

Battling with a Bible thumper...

noreply@blogger.com (Predator314) — Sun, 09 Jan 2011 22:25:00 +0000

IMO, religion is nothing more than entertainment. I am entertained while hoards of people, unable to think for themselves, blindly worship an all-powerful being that can be everywhere at the same time and still have the spare time to listen to your bitching and moaning and grant your wishes. Sounds almost like Santa Claus huh?

Anyway, 95% of the time, when I type something in my Facebook status area, it's my humerous views on life. My language is very unfiltered at times too. It's who I am. If you're really my friend like Facebook says you are, then you should have known this already.

Let's flashback about 10 years. I'm very good friends with this guy who happens to have a twin. I was friends with his twin brother for a time, but over the years, the 2 twins drifted further apart from one another in personality. On one hand, the one I still call my friend is happy-go-lucky, fun to be around, and just an all around good guy. His brother grew into a miserable, annoying fuck. Our personalities clash something fierce. I can tolerate him in small doses though. Which evidently is sufficient enough to be my Facebook friend.

So I hop on Facebook a few mornings ago and type something along the lines of "My shit's so sweet, when I eat toast and eggs, I crap out cupcakes". No reason.. it just popped in my head and I chuckled. My first reply to the status:

"Wes, you need a job. All you do is post of Facebook all the time. Quit using fowl language all the time. It shows your intelligence."

WHAT!? First of all, this is coming from a dude that has probably said "Fuck" in front of my mother no less than 10 times. But apparently, after an illness, he has found religion. So now it's his duty to censor me. My retort:

"Don't insult my intelligence when you can't spell 'foul'"

I could have busted up his response a little more, but I left it at that.

So today, I'm not sure what I actually typed that offended him so much. I went back through my statuses and the most offending word I could find was "douche". But that was just this morning, he may have seen something from yesterday or before. Anyway, I get a private message (it's getting serious now!) from him that reads:

"Wesley, i love you brother, and I love picking on you. But please be considerate of what my church friends are seeing when you post cus words"

My response:

"Brother, they aren't on my friends list and won't see anything I type. If they do, they are more than welcome to delete me."

I refuse to actually battle with a Bible thumper. It's worse than arguing with a drunk. You can't win an argument when they have an imaginary friend on their side. So I say my peace and unfriend them. In the end I win.. you just have your imaginary friend and one less virtual friend, I have the knowledge of how to actually use the most popular website in the world and cut all virtual ties with you.

Part 2: 'Nuff Said

noreply@blogger.com (Predator314) — Tue, 28 Dec 2010 15:10:00 +0000

So I've been hemming and hawing about what to put in Part 2 of my dismal story. Finally I decided that I've said everything that needs to be said in Part 1. So the bottom line was I took a swing, and I missed. I still have 2 strikes left though! Oh, and poker sucks.

Now that the holidays are almost over, I can get back into my diet and exercise routine and focus on losing weight and getting even healthier. I still have a good ways to go in this aspect.

As for making money, I'm not sure. I'm taking more computer side jobs to help with money. I don't necessarily like it, but it's still way better than being stuck in a cubicle. I like the freedom of being my own boss, but I'll need to come up with a more profitable business fairly soon or it will be back to hanging with the lost souls of humanity in a office building.

Poker? Not the best career choice. TL;DR

noreply@blogger.com (Predator314) — Tue, 14 Dec 2010 18:21:00 +0000

I think it's about that time to sum up my poker career. FAIL.

I took my shot. I don't regret it. I'd do it again. I learned more about myself the past 2 years than any other time in life. But the fact of the matter is ... I'm BUSTO. Bankroll < $100. Savings $0. Any other money I had stashed away: $0. It's not as depressing as you'd think. More embarrassing than anything.

So now I'm one of the guys that will tell you not to go pro when you post a thread in the poker forums asking if you should do it. It's a shitty way to make money. The only way I'd recommend it is if you play higher stakes and are a solid winner over at least a million hands. And then, only if you still love poker after those million hands. By the time I reached my millionth hand, I was ready to vomit at the sight of another flop, turn, or river.

I could have made it with a stricter work ethic. The problem was that I got so totally burnt that I couldn't stand to grind. I'd start every day with good intentions and then by the time I played 1000 hands, I was ready to take a day off. Grinding the low stakes games is great for college students wanting to earn extra beer money. It beats the shit out of a real job. But for someone in the real world, it's not a career.... unless you are one of the few that can bust out $100K months without breaking a sweat. The biggest downfall with grinding low stakes and basically being a rakeback whore (even with a solid winrate) is that your bankroll never grows. There's always something in life that takes that small percentage you were just able to add to your bankroll.

So what did poker do for me as a person? Physically, it almost killed me. I gained a ton of weight, lived mostly off fast food, and I became a hermit. Mentally, it freed me. The one thing in life I really hated prior to starting to play poker as a career was my job. I hated my job so much that it was so difficult to even get out of bed in the morning. I was constantly sick...but most of the sickness was in my mind because I'd stress myself out so much about going to work. This was a completely different stress than what I experienced playing poker. It was much, much worse.

So in a sense, I feel like a free man! I feel good. I've shed a lot of weight in the past couple months. I'm way healthier today than I was 3 months ago...when I was literally on the verge of death. In reality though, I'm in bad shape. I'm still obese and have a long way to go in the weight loss department. I'm also broke as a joke. Really really broke. That debt I worked so hard to shed? Pffft...I'm now dodging creditors because I can't pay my credit card bills...the same credit cards I had to live off of for a couple months just so I could make ends meet. My credit report has to be a mess. I'm too scared to look.

The worst part of this entire situation is that I feel no desire to re-enter the workplace. I love the feeling of freedom I have being "my own boss" and don't want to give that up for anything in the world.

Part 2 coming later...

Why even have police?

noreply@blogger.com (Predator314) — Fri, 20 Aug 2010 16:13:00 +0000

It’s been a hell of a week. I’ve hardly had any time for poker at all. I’ve been dealing with a bunch of bullshit that really isn’t my fault, but is being made out to be my fault.

Tuesday night, I drove my truck around town running some errands. All was fine. Then Wednesday morning, I’m leaving my parents house to go to the drug store. On the way out of my parents subdivision, which is a fairly steep hill going to the main road, my left rear wheel just comes off my truck and proceeds to roll down the hill into traffic, causing an accident. Meanwhile, I’m sitting on the hill with 3 wheels on my vehicle, looking like an ass.

Upon further investigation, my wheel had been tampered with. I found all, but 2 lug nuts laying between my parents house and where the wheel came off. I had to get the truck towed to the service station next door. He said that if those lug nuts had been loose for any period of time, it would have destroyed the threads on the studs. Which hadn’t happened. He also said all the lug nuts would not have come off at the same time.

The police refused to hear this side of my story. I didn’t get a citation or anything. And sure, I know it’s not the other guys fault for a tire running in front of him on the main street. But I want retribution for whomever fucked with my vehicle. That’s a low blow.

I stayed with my parents Tuesday night and I remember the dog barking at one time. The only thing I can figure is that someone was trying to steal my wheels and the barking dog scared them away before they could finish the job.

Also, the officer that responded to the accident, did a piss poor job. He basically had me and the other guy give a statement, had us sign the statement and then sent him on the way. He called the tow truck for me and when it arrived, he was gone with the wind. I didn’t even get a phone number for the guy in the other vehicle or any of his information. So I had to call my insurance company and just plead ignorant on any of the details surrounding the other guys info.

The entire process has left a bad taste in my mouth regarding the way the police handled the situation. Luckily, nobody was injured and there was minimal damage to my vehicle. In fact, I was up and driving it again about an hour later. The other truck just had a bent bumper.

How about some positivity?

noreply@blogger.com (Predator314) — Sat, 07 Aug 2010 01:24:00 +0000

I’m gonna post some fun hands from today. I actually ran quite well today. I dropped down to $25NL yesterday for a little over 1000 hands and pretty much ran over every table I played. It helped my confidence so much. Even with getting my aces cracked AI preflop twice, I managed to win almost 4 buyins in those 1000-1100 hands.

One rakeback payment later and I’m back on the $50NL grind. I did my best to bum hunt. It wasn’t easy this afternoon, but I still did quite well. I’m still down for the week, but today made up for a good portion of what I lost. Hopefully it will continue tomorrow and I can surprise my backer (if he hasn’t read this by that time).

Hand #1 (Chasing that flush on a paired board is a bitch)
Full Tilt Poker $0.25/$0.50 No Limit Hold'em - 6 players - View hand 843907
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SB: $45.35
BB: $50.00
UTG: $66.35
MP: $50.00
Hero (CO): $50.00
BTN: $158.20

Pre Flop: ($0.75) Hero is CO with A 5
UTG calls $0.50, 1 fold, Hero raises to $2.50, BTN calls $2.50, SB calls $2.25, 1 fold, UTG calls $2

Flop: ($10.50) 5 4 5 (4 players)
SB checks, UTG checks, Hero bets $7.50, BTN calls $7.50, SB folds, UTG folds

Turn: ($25.50) A (2 players)
Hero checks, BTN bets $14, Hero raises to $40 all in, BTN calls $26

River: ($105.50) T (2 players - 1 is all in)

Final Pot: $105.50
Hero shows A 5 (a full house, Fives full of Aces)
BTN shows 6 7 (a flush, Ace high)
Hero wins $102.50
(Rake: $3.00)

Hand #2 (dem’s straight clovers bitch)
Full Tilt Poker $0.25/$0.50 No Limit Hold'em - 6 players - View hand 843908
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SB: $41.20
Hero (BB): $69.90
UTG: $40.45
MP: $65.75
CO: $47.75
BTN: $93.95

Pre Flop: ($0.75) Hero is BB with 3 4
1 fold, MP raises to $1.75, CO calls $1.75, 2 folds, Hero calls $1.25

Flop: ($5.50) J 2 5 (3 players)
Hero checks, MP bets $4, CO calls $4, Hero calls $4

Turn: ($17.50) 6 (3 players)
Hero checks, MP checks, CO bets $14.50, Hero raises to $41, MP folds, CO calls $26.50

River: ($99.50) 5 (2 players)
Hero bets $23.15 all in, CO calls $1 all in

Final Pot: $101.50
Hero shows 3 4 (a straight flush, Six high)
CO mucks A J
Hero wins $98.50
(Rake: $3.00)

Hand #3 (spew much?)
Full Tilt Poker $0.25/$0.50 No Limit Hold'em - 6 players - View hand 843909
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CO: $50.00
BTN: $67.10
SB: $52.35
Hero (BB): $54.10
UTG: $50.00
MP: $91.05

Pre Flop: ($0.75) Hero is BB with A A
UTG raises to $1.75, MP calls $1.75, 3 folds, Hero raises to $7, UTG calls $5.25, 1 fold

Flop: ($16.00) 3 K 7 (2 players)
Hero bets $9, UTG raises to $43 all in, Hero calls $34

Turn: ($102.00) 6 (2 players - 1 is all in)

River: ($102.00) 7 (2 players - 1 is all in)

Final Pot: $102.00
Hero shows A A (two pair, Aces and Sevens)
UTG shows 8 8 (two pair, Eights and Sevens)
Hero wins $99.00
(Rake: $3.00)

Hand #4 (LOL at this dude…dropped 4 buyins in like 6 hands)
Full Tilt Poker $0.25/$0.50 No Limit Hold'em - 6 players - View hand 843910
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SB: $74.05
Hero (BB): $118.65
UTG: $49.50
MP: $91.65
CO: $50.00
BTN: $91.35

Pre Flop: ($0.75) Hero is BB with T Q
UTG calls $0.50, 1 fold, CO raises to $2.25, 2 folds, Hero calls $1.75, 1 fold

Flop: ($5.25) T 7 3 (2 players)
Hero checks, CO bets $4.50, Hero raises to $15, CO raises to $47.75 all in, Hero calls $32.75

Turn: ($100.75) A (2 players - 1 is all in)

River: ($100.75) A (2 players - 1 is all in)

Final Pot: $100.75
Hero shows T Q (a flush, Ace high)
CO shows 8 7 (two pair, Aces and Sevens)
Hero wins $97.75
(Rake: $3.00)

Hand #5 (this happens way to often to me. BUT I WON ONE!)
Full Tilt Poker $0.25/$0.50 No Limit Hold'em - 6 players - View hand 843911
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BTN: $74.10
Hero (SB): $50.00
BB: $87.30
UTG: $77.55
MP: $50.00
CO: $84.60

Pre Flop: ($0.75) Hero is SB with K K
3 folds, BTN raises to $1.75, Hero raises to $5.50, 1 fold, BTN raises to $16, Hero raises to $50 all in, BTN calls $34

Flop: ($100.50) 9 K 6

Turn: ($100.50) 5

River: ($100.50) 2

Final Pot: $100.50
BTN shows A A (a pair of Aces)
Hero shows K K (three of a kind, Kings)
Hero wins $97.50
(Rake: $3.00)

Hand #6 (retard much?)
Full Tilt Poker $0.25/$0.50 No Limit Hold'em - 6 players - View hand 843912
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CO: $41.35
BTN: $50.00
SB: $68.25
BB: $50.00
Hero (UTG): $102.50
MP: $105.20

Pre Flop: ($0.75) Hero is UTG with 7 7
Hero raises to $1.75, 1 fold, CO calls $1.75, 1 fold, SB raises to $3, BB calls $2.50, Hero calls $1.25, CO calls $1.25

Flop: ($12.00) 6 8 9 (4 players)
SB bets $3, BB folds, Hero raises to $9, CO folds, SB calls $6

Turn: ($30.00) 3 (2 players)
SB checks, Hero bets $11.50, SB calls $11.50

River: ($53.00) Q (2 players)
SB checks, Hero checks

Final Pot: $53.00
SB mucks T K
Hero shows 7 7 (a pair of Sevens)
Hero wins $50.35
(Rake: $2.65)

Hooray for winning.

Coolers or just spewing?

noreply@blogger.com (Predator314) — Thu, 05 Aug 2010 20:37:00 +0000

Another day, another crap session. Here are my hands where I got stacked. You decide. Coolers or am I just spewing money?

Hand #1
Full Tilt Poker $0.25/$0.50 No Limit Hold'em - 5 players - View hand 841085
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UTG: $51.35
CO: $59.45
BTN: $91.80
Hero (SB): $51.75
BB: $124.15

Pre Flop: ($0.75) Hero is SB with J J
1 fold, CO raises to $1.75, 1 fold, Hero raises to $5.50, 1 fold, CO calls $3.75

Flop: ($11.50) 2 T 4 (2 players)
Hero bets $6.50, CO calls $6.50

Turn: ($24.50) 6 (2 players)
Hero bets $16.50, CO raises to $47.45 all in, Hero calls $23.25 all in

River: ($104.00) 4 (2 players - 2 are all in)

Final Pot: $104.00
CO shows T T (a full house, Tens full of Fours)
Hero shows J J (two pair, Jacks and Fours)
CO wins $101.00
(Rake: $3.00)

Hand #2
Full Tilt Poker $0.25/$0.50 No Limit Hold'em - 6 players - View hand 841086
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UTG: $53.15
MP: $59.35
CO: $95.30
Hero (BTN): $50.00
SB: $71.65
BB: $95.40

Pre Flop: ($0.75) Hero is BTN with Q K
UTG raises to $1.50, 2 folds, Hero calls $1.50, SB raises to $5, 1 fold, UTG calls $3.50, Hero calls $3.50

Flop: ($15.50) 6 6 J (3 players)
SB checks, UTG checks, Hero bets $8, SB calls $8, UTG folds

Turn: ($31.50) K (2 players)
SB checks, Hero checks

River: ($31.50) T (2 players)
SB bets $58.65 all in, Hero calls $37 all in

Final Pot: $105.50
Hero mucks Q K
SB shows T T (a full house, Tens full of Sixes)
SB wins $102.50
(Rake: $3.00)

Hand #3
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BTN: $49.75
Hero (SB): $50.00
BB: $49.55
UTG: $50.00
MP: $57.00
CO: $16.60

Pre Flop: ($0.75) Hero is SB with A A
1 fold, MP raises to $1.50, CO calls $1.50, 1 fold, Hero raises to $6, 1 fold, MP calls $4.50, CO calls $4.50

Flop: ($18.50) 5 9 6 (3 players)
Hero bets $16, MP calls $16, CO folds

Turn: ($50.50) T (2 players)
Hero bets $28 all in, MP calls $28

River: ($106.50) 2 (2 players - 1 is all in)

Final Pot: $106.50
Hero shows A A (a pair of Aces)
MP shows T T (three of a kind, Tens)
MP wins $103.50
(Rake: $3.00)

Personally, I think an argument can be made either way.

Hand #1 was against a TAG who was seemingly going out of his way to outplay me in every pot. Looking back, it seems like a spew to me.

Hand #2 might seem like a fold pre-flop type of hand, but I had a specific read on the SB and he was 3 betting like a monkey. I had position and a hand that plays well in multi-way pots. I guess I could have folded that river though. Again, the villain was very aggressive. Probably a spew though.

Hand #3 was obvious that the villain had an overpair when he called the flop. He just happened to have the overpair that nailed the turn. I had his range as 88-QQ, AQs+. 99 would/should have raised a drawy flop like that. So really the only thing in his range that beat me was TT. I chalk that up to a cool deck. Your thoughts?

Demoralizing

noreply@blogger.com (Predator314) — Thu, 05 Aug 2010 05:48:00 +0000

I’m not sure what it takes to win at poker anymore. It’s not that I’m taking bad beat after bad beat, although I have taken my share over the past 3 weeks. Coolers? Plenty of them. But it just seems like the past few days I can’t win a hand. It feels like everyone is playing back at me:

I’m missing every flop. When I C-Bet, I get floated or raised. Every 3 bet gets flatted or 4 bet. I get QQ, they have KK. I have KK, they have AA. It’s getting a bit demoralizing.

I got a stake for $50NL from a 2+2’er and it started off so well. In just a few days I was up several buyins and all was looking hunky dory! Then Monday came along. I was feeling good and BAM, Doomswitch. I keep my cool in such situations. It’s not like I’m tilting it away. I make sure I’m in a good state of mind and have a positive outlook on the game before I ever start a session. When I feel myself starting to get stressed, I quit and come back later. It’s getting hard to put in my normal amount of hands these days though. I’ve lost 11 buyins since Monday.

Typical Hands:

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UTG: $42.80
MP: $65.75
Hero (CO): $74.00
BTN: $50.00
SB: $58.80
BB: $50.00

Pre Flop: ($0.75) Hero is CO with 8 Q
UTG calls $0.50, 1 fold, Hero raises to $2.50, 3 folds, UTG calls $2

Flop: ($5.75) 4 9 T (2 players)
UTG checks, Hero bets $4, UTG calls $4

Turn: ($13.75) K (2 players)
UTG checks, Hero bets $9, UTG calls $9

River: ($31.75) 9 (2 players)
UTG bets $9.50, Hero raises to $58.50 all in, UTG calls $17.80 all in

Final Pot: $86.35
UTG shows 9 K (a full house, Nines full of Kings)
Hero shows 8 Q (a flush, King high)
UTG wins $83.35
(Rake: $3.00)

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CO: $50.00
Hero (BTN): $50.70
SB: $60.35
BB: $71.90
UTG: $50.25
MP: $50.55

Pre Flop: ($0.75) Hero is BTN with 3 A
3 folds, Hero raises to $1.50, 1 fold, BB calls $1

Flop: ($3.25) 9 9 A (2 players)
BB checks, Hero bets $2.50, BB calls $2.50

Turn: ($8.25) 2 (2 players)
BB bets $3.50, Hero calls $3.50

River: ($15.25) 9 (2 players)
BB bets $6.50, Hero raises to $20, BB raises to $33.50, Hero calls $13.50

Final Pot: $82.25
Hero mucks 3 A
BB shows Q 9 (four of a kind, Nines)
BB wins $79.25
(Rake: $3.00)

Full Tilt Poker $0.25/$0.50 No Limit Hold'em - 6 players - View hand 840215
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Hero (BTN): $50.00
SB: $62.35
BB: $143.60
UTG: $188.70
MP: $50.75
CO: $55.40

Pre Flop: ($0.75) Hero is BTN with 6 7
3 folds, Hero raises to $1.50, SB calls $1.25, BB calls $1

Flop: ($4.50) 9 4 3 (3 players)
SB checks, BB checks, Hero checks

Turn: ($4.50) T (3 players)
SB bets $3, BB folds, Hero calls $3

River: ($10.50) 8 (2 players)
SB bets $7, Hero requests TIME, Hero calls $7

Final Pot: $24.50
Hero mucks 6 7
SB shows J Q (a straight, Queen high)
SB wins $23.30
(Rake: $1.20)

Bah. I’m going to watch some Cardrunners videos and try to plug some leaks. I’ve been posting some hands on 2+2 trying to help. I know I can beat the games. I’ve done it before. I’m still doing it in the long run. But for the love of Christ, even the worst of fish run hot sometimes. Where is my rungood?!

I was going through my photobucket and found a graph that I had from $50NL last year. I’m printing this one out to remind myself that I ran good one time.

[X] Fish on a heater:

Morgan Spurlock is a Pussy

noreply@blogger.com (Predator314) — Thu, 05 Aug 2010 02:57:00 +0000

In Super Size Me, Morgan Spurlock ate nothing but McDonalds for 30 days. It had drastic effects on his health and well-being. I say he’s a pussy. I’m pretty sure I went way longer than that. It wasn’t just McDonalds, but an array of every fast food restaurant and delivery spot in my area. Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner… 6-7 days a week.

Today I went back to the doctor. I knew I had lost weight, but hadn’t actually weighed until the day before yesterday. When I saw the number, I thought my scales were broke. So I really didn’t know what to expect when I went to see the Doc today. When I stepped on the scales, the number read 3 more pounds than what my scaled showed… But I was fully hydrated and fully clothed. Total weight lost in 15 days: 49 lbs.

SUCK IT JILLIAN MICHAELS!

Table Selection Table Selection Table Selection

noreply@blogger.com (Predator314) — Thu, 29 Jul 2010 05:32:00 +0000

I found myself addicted to Rush Poker on FTP. Sometimes there are quite a few donkeys on there, but it’s also overrun with rakeback whores, solid TAGs, and TAGFish. It seems like the majority of the time, when the money goes in the middle, it’s due to some cooler. I’ve made tons of money against TAGfish living off my non-showdown winnings. They just fold too much.

It seems like in the midst of my downswing, my non-showdown winnings have suffered. I’m running into the top of opponents ranges or just getting outplayed by some more solid players. And when it comes to coolers and beats, well I’ve just been on the bad side of those more than the good side.

So I ditched the whole RUSH Poker thing so I could control my table selection and it worked out quite well. I’ve had 2 winning sessions in a row. Today I was down more about 4 buyins before the bad run finally ended and I actually came out ahead a couple buyins. So far so good for my staking deal.

A couple fun hands from today:

How not to play in a 3 bet pot
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BB: $51.40
UTG: $55.50
MP: $26.70
CO: $48.30
BTN: $53.85
Hero (SB): $77.50

Pre Flop: ($0.75) Hero is SB with Q A
3 folds, BTN raises to $1.50, Hero raises to $5.50, 1 fold, BTN calls $4

Flop: ($11.50) Q 8 7 (2 players)
Hero bets $7.50, BTN calls $7.50

Turn: ($26.50) K (2 players)
Hero bets $14, BTN calls $14

River: ($54.50) 2 (2 players)
Hero bets $50.50 all in, BTN calls $26.85 all in

Final Pot: $108.20
BTN mucks Q T
Hero shows Q A (a pair of Queens)
Hero wins $105.20
(Rake: $3.00)

Soul read or just a crying spew call?
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Hero (BTN): $50.00
SB: $51.05
BB: $80.55
UTG: $132.35
MP: $79.00
CO: $85.85

Pre Flop: ($0.75) Hero is BTN with T 7
UTG raises to $1.50, 2 folds, Hero calls $1.50, 2 folds

Flop: ($3.75) 5 4 3 (2 players)
UTG bets $2.50, Hero raises to $7, UTG calls $4.50

Turn: ($17.75) K (2 players)
UTG checks, Hero bets $11, UTG calls $11

River: ($39.75) Q (2 players)
UTG bets $39.75, Hero calls $30.50 all in

Final Pot: $100.75
Hero shows T 7 (a flush, King high)
UTG shows T T (a pair of Tens)
Hero wins $97.75
(Rake: $3.00)

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