In response to my last post:
7. Jesus - Honestly, what does this guy have going for him? I know he disappeared for like 20 years even in his own holy text, and perhaps he spent that time traveling the world looking for juicy home games, but I sincerely doubt it. His commandments, such as "Thou Shalt Not Lie" and "Thou Shalt Not Covet" suggest that he was a calling station. Sorry Jesus, but you just don't have much game.
6. Mohammed - This is a default ranking. I don't know a freakin' thing about Mohammed beyond what I picked up from Malcolm X. If Mohammed had the foresight to send, say, Samuel L. Jackson, in his stead, then perhaps he could have cracked the top 5.
5. Poseidon - I once tried to play cards in a hot tub. It was practically impossible. They stick together something fierce and you're always dropping them off whatever ghetto-ass object you've got floating in the middle pretending to be a table. Poseidon just couldn't put in enough hours to hone his skills.
4. Buddha - Now we're getting up to the deities that actually have some game. Buddha, while unassuming in appearance, has one quality that would allow him to crush mid-stakes limit hold'em. He is, without a doubt, completely and utterly tiltless. Beat after beat could rain down on this guy, and he'd just keep on smiling that dopey grin. Couple that with the fact that every Asian guy at the table would soft-play him and you've got yourself a potential long-term winner on your hands.
3. The Flying Spaghetti Monster - You'd think that a completely nonsensical glob of pasta, lacking a brain, limbs, and even a mouth, that was created in just this past decade, couldn't possibly hold his own in a group of this standing. You'd be wrong, though. TFSM strength lies exactly in the qualities one might think were his weaknesses. Nobody has a clue what cards he holds, and he's not afraid to throw the book out the window and make plays based on his gut instinct alone. While he's not exactly fundamentally sound, he'll always keep you guessing, and could snap off your bluff with king high at any time. In other words, he's the WTK of this group.
2. Cal Ripken - The consumate professional. This guy shows up day after day, grinding out a small edge in countless hands, hour after hour, week after week, year after year. I mean, have you ever done anything, other than breathing, 2632 times in a row? This guy will eventually have all the chips. If I'm picking up teams and Cal Ripken is in the room, my first question is "Is Cal available?" My second question is, "What game are we playing?"
1. Zeus - Honestly, this competition wasn't really fair from the beginning. Zeus is a freaking bad ass. He spends his days prowling around Mount Olympus, smoting mortals with thunderbolts and pumping iron, and his nights drinking wine and hosting orgies. He knows what you have and what you intend to do with it, and you best not forget it.
That about wraps it up. If anyone has suggestions for further posts, feel free to suggest them in the comments section.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
A New Poker Term?
So most people are familiar with the term Jesus Seat, right? The Jesus Seat is the seat with direct position on the biggest fish at the table. For example, if the worst player in the game is in seat 5, the Jesus Seat is seat 6. If there are multiple mega-fish at the table, there can be multiple Jesus (Jeezi?) Seats. The idea is that loose bad players acting right before you do is a very good thing. If someone plays more pots, and you ALWAYS have position on him, your average position is better. I think I coined a new term today in an email. Here's what happened.
Mario, about whom I've written before, was called to the 40/80 game and took his seat. My friend was squarely seated in the 8 seat, which happened to be (non-coincidentally) the Jesus Seat. The player in seat 7 was truly terrible. The open seat, however, was number 9. Now the guy in 7 was bad, but probably only about as bad as Mario. So my friend faced a choice. He could:
1. Be content with the 8 seat. Mario will either end up in 9 (undesirable and highly probable), or perhaps someone would seat change to 9 and Mario would end up somewhere else.
2. Slide into the 9 seat. Mario will either end up in the 8 (very desirable, as now the two biggest fish would be on my friend's immediate right), or someone else will snag the 8 (everyone has priority over Mario...he ends up in whatever seat is left), effectively stealing the Jesus Seat.
Here is what I said in the email:
"The problem with sliding left is that another good player might snag your Jesus seat. If you can guarantee mario gets it, you've upgraded to a Zeus seat and get a thunder stick and bad ass hat."
So, my new term, is the Zeus Seat. You can transform a Jesus Seat into a Zeus Seat if:
1. You currently have the Jesus Seat.
2. The incoming player is the new biggest fish.
3. The empty seat is on your left.
4. You successfully slide into it and the new player sits in your old seat.
Tommy Angelo, eat your heart out :)
Mario, about whom I've written before, was called to the 40/80 game and took his seat. My friend was squarely seated in the 8 seat, which happened to be (non-coincidentally) the Jesus Seat. The player in seat 7 was truly terrible. The open seat, however, was number 9. Now the guy in 7 was bad, but probably only about as bad as Mario. So my friend faced a choice. He could:
1. Be content with the 8 seat. Mario will either end up in 9 (undesirable and highly probable), or perhaps someone would seat change to 9 and Mario would end up somewhere else.
2. Slide into the 9 seat. Mario will either end up in the 8 (very desirable, as now the two biggest fish would be on my friend's immediate right), or someone else will snag the 8 (everyone has priority over Mario...he ends up in whatever seat is left), effectively stealing the Jesus Seat.
Here is what I said in the email:
"The problem with sliding left is that another good player might snag your Jesus seat. If you can guarantee mario gets it, you've upgraded to a Zeus seat and get a thunder stick and bad ass hat."
So, my new term, is the Zeus Seat. You can transform a Jesus Seat into a Zeus Seat if:
1. You currently have the Jesus Seat.
2. The incoming player is the new biggest fish.
3. The empty seat is on your left.
4. You successfully slide into it and the new player sits in your old seat.
Tommy Angelo, eat your heart out :)
Monday, February 16, 2009
Not Much To Report
I don't really have a whole lot of interest to talk about, sadly. I've actually only played 1 of the last 3 days (I took Valentine's Day off, and also ended up taking today off). It's curious how this career change has changed the way I operate on a day to day basis. I used to have no trouble at all "doing stuff" that required a computer. For example, I'm considering going to New Orleans for a wedding, and I need to look into:
1. Flights
2. Where to stay
3. If I can play poker there
All of these just require a little tooling on the internet, but I haven't made time to do them in the past 3 weeks. Today I'm working on getting as many of those types of things done as possible, which I think has been good for me.
One good story that is related to my last post...On Friday night my 20/40 game got short handed, specifically down to 5 people. The woman whose turn it was for the big blind refused to take it, and I was about to throw out my four chips when I realized "wait a second...." and asked if the other 3 players were willing to play four handed. None of them were, so I said I wasn't taking the blind for obvious reasons. So we broke the game and the 5 of us drew for 2 seat, and I deftly drew the 2 of clubs and ended up 3rd on the list. After 15 minutes of waiting (during which time 6 20/40 players entered the high stakes area and Rhea gave me shit for 14 minutes about not sucking it up and playing short handed), I got a seat and played my 7 free hands (you can enter a game without posting if your game breaks), which in actuality cost me $100, then went home.
1. Flights
2. Where to stay
3. If I can play poker there
All of these just require a little tooling on the internet, but I haven't made time to do them in the past 3 weeks. Today I'm working on getting as many of those types of things done as possible, which I think has been good for me.
One good story that is related to my last post...On Friday night my 20/40 game got short handed, specifically down to 5 people. The woman whose turn it was for the big blind refused to take it, and I was about to throw out my four chips when I realized "wait a second...." and asked if the other 3 players were willing to play four handed. None of them were, so I said I wasn't taking the blind for obvious reasons. So we broke the game and the 5 of us drew for 2 seat, and I deftly drew the 2 of clubs and ended up 3rd on the list. After 15 minutes of waiting (during which time 6 20/40 players entered the high stakes area and Rhea gave me shit for 14 minutes about not sucking it up and playing short handed), I got a seat and played my 7 free hands (you can enter a game without posting if your game breaks), which in actuality cost me $100, then went home.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
A Brief Update and an Old Story
The last two days have been pretty trying, but successful. Yesterday I played so bad for a few hours early in the day that I punished myself by taking a break and staying until 10:15pm. I played for almost 11 hours and happened to break even right at the end. After about the 7th hour, though, I did manage to make the best of it and had a lot of fun. The night ended with me making Aces Full in the 40/80 game, which actually gave me that "rush" that I used to get all the time but now seldom feel. Today I let myself off the hook early, playing 5 hours and posting an ~$860 dollar win. Basically I rivered a full house against a flopped straight (when you flop two pair in the big blind, what exactly else can you do) and rivered a straight in a blind steal against my old buddy JS. Those two pots accounted for more than the total I won I think, and also offset the straight flush I was shown in my second hand of the day while holding the Queen High Nut On the Turn Straight. Alas....
So far for the month I have played 73.5 hours on 10 out of 12 days. Still on pace to make the goals.
Now, an old story that I found as a note in my facebook profile. This is from late May 2008, when I was still working at Oracle and was living alone in Redwood City.
While playing poker at Garden City:
Floor man to 6 of us: "I have 5 seats at the other two tables. Do you guys want to draw or keep playing"
Me, clearly first: "I'd like to keep playing"
The leader of the idiots: "Let's draw"
Other two idiots + other two decent players: "Mumble mumble"
Me, while posting my small blind: "Let's play"
Idiot B: "I'll play or you guys just take the seats and I'll go home"
Leader of Idiots: "I guess we're drawing"
Floor man: "OK, we'll draw. Idiot B, you might as well draw"
Idiot B: "OK"
Me, down 3 racks (red chip game): "I know how this is going to go"
Idiot B now proceeds to draw the 3. I wait patiently for my moment, because I just know it is coming. 3 others draw higher cards, then the leader of the idiots draws the 3, an even lower card. I announce "Here it comes" and deftly draw the 2. I spend 30 minutes on the list. The table is nearly riotous with laughter.
While walking my dog.
This morning I was walking my dog and this woman comes up to me and tells me "that's disgusting and against the law here! you must not be from here, I can tell"
I have had a run in with this woman before when I was, admittedly, letting my dog do his business in the bushes in front of her apartment complex. She yelled at me from inside and threatened to call the police. At the moment I am on the wood chips in front of my building, which has 16 units and at least 12 dogs that I can think of off the top of my head. Our landlord's personalized license plate on her BMW is "PAWSUP" and she personally owns 2 dogs and fosters others in need. If you took a poll of my landlord and every other resident in the building, not a single person would say my dog can't do his business (the solid part of which I'm going to pick up with the bag in my right hand) there, including the 9 year old kid.
Anyway, we continue. I'm taking no liberties with the translation other than perhaps some omissions.
Jesse: "You can't be serious"
Lady: "That's against the law, you can't do that"
Jesse: "You're wrong or lying"
Lady, stunned a bit: "You have to take him to the park. You think he's happy here?"
Jesse: "You're insane"
At this point I unfurl my dogs leash ever so slightly and allow him to walk toward the lady. I do this purposely. She is on the sidewalk, he is on the wood chips, and this distinction is never broken.
Lady: "Don't threaten me"
Jesse: "I did not threaten you"
Lady: "Get him away from me right now"
Jesse: "Get away from me right now"
Lady: "Stop threatening me"
Jesse: "This is not threatening. You'll know when I threaten you"
Lady: "You must not be from here that's why you don't know the law. I'm going to call the police and they're going to come down on you"
Jesse: clearly should have said something but his dog, as if on cue, started to take a dump (he had merely been relieving his bladder earlier)
Lady, making the universal "call me" gesture and turning down the sidewalk towards her building: "That's disgusting. You can't do that! Wilma, call"
Jesse, confirming there is nobody standing over there who's name could be Wilma: "You're insane"
Lady, walking away pushing her shopping cart (she's not homeless though...i know this much from our previous encounter): "You're not from here. You must be from Ohio...or Russia"
Jesse loses it and waves the bag of **** he just picked up: "Where do you live? I can put this on your porch if you like"
Lady: "They're going to get you"
Jesse: "I hope I don't see you at night, because that would be bad"
Lady now walks away. I throw the **** in the dumpster, collect my wits, and take my dog on his daily walk route, which happens to coincide with where the lady is walking. We are on the other side of the street, and she is walking very, very slowly, so we quickly pass her. On the way back she yells something at me that I cannot remember do to an apparent rage black out.
So far for the month I have played 73.5 hours on 10 out of 12 days. Still on pace to make the goals.
Now, an old story that I found as a note in my facebook profile. This is from late May 2008, when I was still working at Oracle and was living alone in Redwood City.
While playing poker at Garden City:
Floor man to 6 of us: "I have 5 seats at the other two tables. Do you guys want to draw or keep playing"
Me, clearly first: "I'd like to keep playing"
The leader of the idiots: "Let's draw"
Other two idiots + other two decent players: "Mumble mumble"
Me, while posting my small blind: "Let's play"
Idiot B: "I'll play or you guys just take the seats and I'll go home"
Leader of Idiots: "I guess we're drawing"
Floor man: "OK, we'll draw. Idiot B, you might as well draw"
Idiot B: "OK"
Me, down 3 racks (red chip game): "I know how this is going to go"
Idiot B now proceeds to draw the 3. I wait patiently for my moment, because I just know it is coming. 3 others draw higher cards, then the leader of the idiots draws the 3, an even lower card. I announce "Here it comes" and deftly draw the 2. I spend 30 minutes on the list. The table is nearly riotous with laughter.
While walking my dog.
This morning I was walking my dog and this woman comes up to me and tells me "that's disgusting and against the law here! you must not be from here, I can tell"
I have had a run in with this woman before when I was, admittedly, letting my dog do his business in the bushes in front of her apartment complex. She yelled at me from inside and threatened to call the police. At the moment I am on the wood chips in front of my building, which has 16 units and at least 12 dogs that I can think of off the top of my head. Our landlord's personalized license plate on her BMW is "PAWSUP" and she personally owns 2 dogs and fosters others in need. If you took a poll of my landlord and every other resident in the building, not a single person would say my dog can't do his business (the solid part of which I'm going to pick up with the bag in my right hand) there, including the 9 year old kid.
Anyway, we continue. I'm taking no liberties with the translation other than perhaps some omissions.
Jesse: "You can't be serious"
Lady: "That's against the law, you can't do that"
Jesse: "You're wrong or lying"
Lady, stunned a bit: "You have to take him to the park. You think he's happy here?"
Jesse: "You're insane"
At this point I unfurl my dogs leash ever so slightly and allow him to walk toward the lady. I do this purposely. She is on the sidewalk, he is on the wood chips, and this distinction is never broken.
Lady: "Don't threaten me"
Jesse: "I did not threaten you"
Lady: "Get him away from me right now"
Jesse: "Get away from me right now"
Lady: "Stop threatening me"
Jesse: "This is not threatening. You'll know when I threaten you"
Lady: "You must not be from here that's why you don't know the law. I'm going to call the police and they're going to come down on you"
Jesse: clearly should have said something but his dog, as if on cue, started to take a dump (he had merely been relieving his bladder earlier)
Lady, making the universal "call me" gesture and turning down the sidewalk towards her building: "That's disgusting. You can't do that! Wilma, call"
Jesse, confirming there is nobody standing over there who's name could be Wilma: "You're insane"
Lady, walking away pushing her shopping cart (she's not homeless though...i know this much from our previous encounter): "You're not from here. You must be from Ohio...or Russia"
Jesse loses it and waves the bag of **** he just picked up: "Where do you live? I can put this on your porch if you like"
Lady: "They're going to get you"
Jesse: "I hope I don't see you at night, because that would be bad"
Lady now walks away. I throw the **** in the dumpster, collect my wits, and take my dog on his daily walk route, which happens to coincide with where the lady is walking. We are on the other side of the street, and she is walking very, very slowly, so we quickly pass her. On the way back she yells something at me that I cannot remember do to an apparent rage black out.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
This Game is All Skill
The last three days have been good. Sunday and Monday I played at Bay 101, and today I changed things up and hung out with the Garden City crowd. I put in 21.5 hours of 20/40 and won handily all three days (~600, ~900, and ~400). Monday, specifically, was a humorous day, as I was reminded that as much as you study and concentrate and focus and try to play well, sometimes you simply get lucky.
Hand 1:
Pete is running like ass. When he picks up for the day he'll be down 2.5 racks in under 2 hours of play. Every other hand he's in the pot betting and raising only to get shown some monster on the river...so I figured why not put a wicked beat on him, am I right?
Folds to Pete and he raises. At the time I thought he was in middle position, but in actuality he was pretty darn close to the button (perhaps two seats over in the hi jack). The button cold calls, the small blind follows suit, and I behold red fives and chuck in one more bet from the big blind. Pete notes that someone who had cards left did in fact fold, which is positive.
4 players, 8 small bets
422
As far as flops for pocket fives go, this one ain't bad. I elect to "check and see" after the small blind checks. Pete bets, and both the button and small blind call him. Not the time to get frisky, in my opinion, so I just call and see what develops.
4 players, 6 big bets
422-A (with all four suits on board)
Kaplowy! The small blind checks and I check, planning to fold. Pete bets, and for some reason I just know to a moral certainty that he has an Ace. I can't always put my finger on where reads like this come from, but when I get them they are almost always right. The button folds, but the small blind calls and I...suddenly realize there are 8 big bets in the pot. How many outs do I have? Well, the 5s sure look good...that'd be 5s full, for the 3rd nut (behind AA and 22). And the 3s...those are pretty darn good too, making a wheel (5 high straight). So let's see here, that's 6 outs, 6 outs wins about 1/8th of the time, which means there should be 7 bets in the pot....and my implied odds on the river are surely positive.....well gee willikers I guess I have a call. After spending 15 seconds doing this math, which I'm sure Pete can tell is not an act, I call.
3 players, 9 big bets
422-A-3
Sadly, since I spent 15 seconds figuring out if I needed to call, I haven't really decided what to do when I nut the sucker. The small blind checks, and I hastily decide to check, aiming for a soul crushing check/raise. Pete checks behind like the ninja that he is, and I fastroll my 5s. He folds his ace face up (he later admits to have had A7....theres the whole "I thought he was in middle position but actually he was in late position" thing that I foreshadowed a while ago coming back to bite me in the ass) and I have never been more disappointed to suck out. In hind sight, I can't really fault the check/raise play. Had Pete had a "real" ace he'd have bet, but given that he had the second worst kicker possible (he only beats A6), his check is pretty obvious. Alas....
A while later I have changed tables, taking advantage of my insider information that Hank will be picking up in an orbit or two. I post behind the button and find a real beaut when nobody raises in front of me....73 of hearts. I of course check and we see the flop 6 ways. It is:
Q78 with one heart
Hank donks, Crazy Russian Guy (CRG) calls, I call, somebody else calls, I don't really know. Lots of bets go in but there is no raise.
K of hearts
Well gee, I have a heart draw and a pair. Hank checks, CRG bets, I call, and I think Hank is the only other caller. The pot is now "kinda" big, maybe 8-9 big bets.
9 of hearts
Yahtzee! Runner runner flush. Now's the funny part. Hank checks, and CRG bets again. I think for like maybe 2 or 3 tenths of a second and then raise it. I figure I'm getting one more bet here, and I'd rather it come from CRG than Hank. Besides, Hank probably has air, or some close cousin of air. But wait....Hank goes into the tank. He's thinking. The gears are turning, and I see a little waft of smoke coming out of his left ear. Hank knows I'm good enough to pop this river with just two pair. Hell, maybe even one pair. CRG is awful, and I posted in...I can have any two cards preflop. The pot is big, I could be making a play! He calls two cold! Aiyah!!!! Now CRG starts talking, saying "two pair no good?" and the like. My mind is screaming "of course two pair is no fucking good you idiot" but my mouth manages to stay shut. As he's calling I say "No, Hank has a straight I think...I have a shitty little flush" and table my garbage hand. I drag the now sizable pot, with CRG flashing Q7o for a flopped two pair. Were he not retarded, Hank would have dragged this (admittedly much smaller) pot with his rivered straight (65). Bad beating of good friend #2 for the day, and it's not yet 3pm.
A while later, after Hank picks up, I find the mighty Q3 offsuit in the big blind. There has been a limp, a raise, and 4 cold calls to me. That's right, I'm getting 13:1 with only one player left to act behind me. I call....
Q63
The small blind checks, I check, limper checks, the preflop raiser (PFR) bets, some people call, I raise, he 3-bets, some more calls, I cap, some more bets go in. The pot...is...huge....
The turn and river bring neither a pair on board, nor a straight into being, nor a flush, nor really anything interesting at all. I get called on the river by only PFR, who shows AQs before mucking in disgust. The guy on my right (who actually isn't playing, but is sitting next to his girlfriend who is playing by literally pulling up a 10th chair to the table) declares "This game is all skill" while I'm stacking the 2 rack pot.
Hand 1:
Pete is running like ass. When he picks up for the day he'll be down 2.5 racks in under 2 hours of play. Every other hand he's in the pot betting and raising only to get shown some monster on the river...so I figured why not put a wicked beat on him, am I right?
Folds to Pete and he raises. At the time I thought he was in middle position, but in actuality he was pretty darn close to the button (perhaps two seats over in the hi jack). The button cold calls, the small blind follows suit, and I behold red fives and chuck in one more bet from the big blind. Pete notes that someone who had cards left did in fact fold, which is positive.
4 players, 8 small bets
422
As far as flops for pocket fives go, this one ain't bad. I elect to "check and see" after the small blind checks. Pete bets, and both the button and small blind call him. Not the time to get frisky, in my opinion, so I just call and see what develops.
4 players, 6 big bets
422-A (with all four suits on board)
Kaplowy! The small blind checks and I check, planning to fold. Pete bets, and for some reason I just know to a moral certainty that he has an Ace. I can't always put my finger on where reads like this come from, but when I get them they are almost always right. The button folds, but the small blind calls and I...suddenly realize there are 8 big bets in the pot. How many outs do I have? Well, the 5s sure look good...that'd be 5s full, for the 3rd nut (behind AA and 22). And the 3s...those are pretty darn good too, making a wheel (5 high straight). So let's see here, that's 6 outs, 6 outs wins about 1/8th of the time, which means there should be 7 bets in the pot....and my implied odds on the river are surely positive.....well gee willikers I guess I have a call. After spending 15 seconds doing this math, which I'm sure Pete can tell is not an act, I call.
3 players, 9 big bets
422-A-3
Sadly, since I spent 15 seconds figuring out if I needed to call, I haven't really decided what to do when I nut the sucker. The small blind checks, and I hastily decide to check, aiming for a soul crushing check/raise. Pete checks behind like the ninja that he is, and I fastroll my 5s. He folds his ace face up (he later admits to have had A7....theres the whole "I thought he was in middle position but actually he was in late position" thing that I foreshadowed a while ago coming back to bite me in the ass) and I have never been more disappointed to suck out. In hind sight, I can't really fault the check/raise play. Had Pete had a "real" ace he'd have bet, but given that he had the second worst kicker possible (he only beats A6), his check is pretty obvious. Alas....
A while later I have changed tables, taking advantage of my insider information that Hank will be picking up in an orbit or two. I post behind the button and find a real beaut when nobody raises in front of me....73 of hearts. I of course check and we see the flop 6 ways. It is:
Q78 with one heart
Hank donks, Crazy Russian Guy (CRG) calls, I call, somebody else calls, I don't really know. Lots of bets go in but there is no raise.
K of hearts
Well gee, I have a heart draw and a pair. Hank checks, CRG bets, I call, and I think Hank is the only other caller. The pot is now "kinda" big, maybe 8-9 big bets.
9 of hearts
Yahtzee! Runner runner flush. Now's the funny part. Hank checks, and CRG bets again. I think for like maybe 2 or 3 tenths of a second and then raise it. I figure I'm getting one more bet here, and I'd rather it come from CRG than Hank. Besides, Hank probably has air, or some close cousin of air. But wait....Hank goes into the tank. He's thinking. The gears are turning, and I see a little waft of smoke coming out of his left ear. Hank knows I'm good enough to pop this river with just two pair. Hell, maybe even one pair. CRG is awful, and I posted in...I can have any two cards preflop. The pot is big, I could be making a play! He calls two cold! Aiyah!!!! Now CRG starts talking, saying "two pair no good?" and the like. My mind is screaming "of course two pair is no fucking good you idiot" but my mouth manages to stay shut. As he's calling I say "No, Hank has a straight I think...I have a shitty little flush" and table my garbage hand. I drag the now sizable pot, with CRG flashing Q7o for a flopped two pair. Were he not retarded, Hank would have dragged this (admittedly much smaller) pot with his rivered straight (65). Bad beating of good friend #2 for the day, and it's not yet 3pm.
A while later, after Hank picks up, I find the mighty Q3 offsuit in the big blind. There has been a limp, a raise, and 4 cold calls to me. That's right, I'm getting 13:1 with only one player left to act behind me. I call....
Q63
The small blind checks, I check, limper checks, the preflop raiser (PFR) bets, some people call, I raise, he 3-bets, some more calls, I cap, some more bets go in. The pot...is...huge....
The turn and river bring neither a pair on board, nor a straight into being, nor a flush, nor really anything interesting at all. I get called on the river by only PFR, who shows AQs before mucking in disgust. The guy on my right (who actually isn't playing, but is sitting next to his girlfriend who is playing by literally pulling up a 10th chair to the table) declares "This game is all skill" while I'm stacking the 2 rack pot.
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Just to make this crystal clear, in your hierarchy of deities, Zeus > Jesus? Please also rank the following deities:
- Buddha
- Poseidon
- Mohammed
- The Flying Spaghetti Monster
- Cal Ripken
February 19, 2009 9:29 AM