I always say it's been a while...but this time it really has been. Like more than 2 fucking years. I don't know why I stopped. Lazy I guess. But it's actually pretty fun to write these. Not many people read them, which is fine. I don't want everyone to know how insane I am.
I'm sitting here, with my two babies...man I love them. I know a lot of people with cats, and have been around cats all my life. Yet, I have never seen two cats so affectionate and loyal. Everytime I sit down, they are on my lap or right beside me. It can be annoying, but I wouldn't trade it for anything. <3 Just as I finished typing that, Bella freaked out and jumped up. She's so protective! I think someone is trying to break into my house. Fuck them. I will snap their arms off before they know who they are fucking with.
Kinda disappointed in the NHL free agency situation. Detroit never has room under the cap to do much spending, and finally this year when they do, they don't do shit. Not that there was a lot out there for them, especially in the defense category (which is what they need). No sense overpaying for a fucktard like Jovanoski...4 million? Are you serious? For a douche who scores like 4 goals a year and takes penalties during tied games? Not impressed with picking up Commodore...but for 1 mil, I guess that's not bad. He better get his ass into shape, or someone will shave his stupid red 'fro off in his sleep. LOL @ Jagr for 3.3 million in Philly. I'm so grateful Detroit didn't sign that stupid fuck. 2.5 mil was offered, but I'm glad he didn't accept. I think he's only back for money, so fuck him. Meh, hockey isn't that important right now anyway. Long ways away.
UFC tomorrow. I don't know if I'll bother watching. I think the Chris Leben/Wanderlei Silva fight could be awesome...otherwise, whatevs. I'm still sad Carwin lost. Tito Ortiz? Who the fuck cares? Certainly not I. I can't fucking WAIT for the new Ultimate Fighter with Jason "Mayhem" Miller and Michael "the Count how many kids I fucked" Bisping! It's gonna be sooooo awesome! The trash talk should be legendary, and I can't wait to see Mayhem's superior MMA skills put that British dickweed into the mat (I hope).
Poker? Don't really wanna talk about it right now.
I played an Omaha tourney tonight. Despite not getting shit for cards the first hour or two, I managed to float along, and eventually make a few hands and win some pots. Started with 3 tables. Got to final table with a reasonable stack. I started to build momentum and chip up. This fucking regular, who thinks he's soooo smart, and always makes smart ass comments and spouts off about odds/outs that are COMPLETELY WRONG, went from super short to chipleader by being a fucking luckbox. Then he started getting cocky...man I hate that. Eventually down to four handed, and I am in the WORST position. Shortstack's button is my BB. Idiot cocky chipleader to my left. Good player with decent stack who looks EXACTLY like Rob Corddry (I mean uncanny ridiculous identical) to my right. So buttons shoves into me, gives good player walks, and dickweed has position on me. Eventually we get the shorty all in, dickhead bets into a dry sidepot with a weak hand and me and the other dude fold irritated. Of course the shorty rivers a 2 outer and quadruples up. Then it folds to me in SB and I shove with AKK5 into dicksmoker. Of course he has AAxx which holds. I bubble (get my money back + $20 for the stupid deal we made), and then asscock who has a massive chiplead, instantly suggests a chop cuz he has to run. So the other guys basically get free second place money while I got fucked. Pissed me off.
I won't get into details on cash. I made some GREAT plays against this cocky kid, twice shoving over his bets with air (I had absolutely fuck all but I knew he was weak, I could smell the fucking fear) and watching him fold like a bitch. There is this stupid Asian lady who plays every fucking draw like it's an open ended straight flush draw. I got into a big hand with her, and I just couldn't put her on a hand. She open shoved the river, with what looked to me like, a missed flush draw. I thought, fuck I hope she doesn't have 45 of spades. Because that would give her a missed flush, but a wheel. But would she call my bet with a gutshot only? Probably. I make a hero call with an Ace and see her turn over 45 of hearts. So she didn't have a flush draw. Just a fucking gutty, which she hit. Gross. I drive home.
What else...I shaved my head recently. Man I like it. Easy to manage, looks pretty good (IMO), and I love the way it feels when wind blows on it haha. I'm craving tattoos. I just don't know what the fuck to get next. Plenty of ideas, but indecisive and lacking the committment. Sigh...better make up my mind soon.
Christopher Robyn moved out recently. He was my roommate from Oct. '10 until now for those of you who don't know. He was a bit annoying with his ridiculously repetitive uninteresting stories LOL, but overall, a really good roommate. Paid on time, quiet, relatively clean and organized. Sad to see him go. Got a good potential lined up though, so hopefully that works out.
I miss my Mom and Dad. :( I miss my sister. :( I see my bro quite often, so I don't quite miss him yet, but I do miss my nephews. I need to stop being a lazy prick IMO, and go visit more. It was really fun taking them to the new X-Men movie. They are so grateful and (relatively) well behaved. I love taking them out. When they start getting rowdy, I have to be mean uncle and tell them to simmer down. But it's always great fun.
Well, I don't know what else to talk about right now...but this was fun. I hope to do it more often again.
Word.
"Show me how you do it
And I promise you, I promise that
I'll run away with you
I'll run away with you"
(Song reminds me of Mak <3)
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Feel Good Inc.
K, it's been a while since my trip and I've been slackin' big time. I apologize. But, if you don't like it, I don't really care. Cuz I write for me! Not you! (I'm kidding, I appreciate if you read it)
So anyways, the details of the trip are becoming fuzzier.
Basically, the rest of the trip was spent playing more poker, eating, and a lot of debauchery, most of which cannot be repeated. You had to be there.
I ended up another $2000+ or so playing 1/2 NL and 2/5 NL, so overall, I think I was up a bit over 5K for the trip! Yay! I did do a fair bit of spending, but still came home well ahead. That's great success IMO!
On the Wednesday of the trip, day after the tournament, I forget what was done during the day. But I decided, what the heck. Let's get married! So after a long drawn out, drunken session at the Bellagio, I proposed to my BFFL Tiff in the poker room. Good times, very entertaining for all! I carried my bride to be out to a chorus of applause from the gallery! :) Other events that evening included playing poker with the short chubby man in the red shirt Reggie affectionately dubbed 'Kool Aid'. He stacked off sooooo many times LOL. Awesome times.
Next day, we went shopping, and I dropped a few C notes at my favorite Zoo York store! :) Reginald and I ate some sushi...it was my first time eating anything besides the typical 3 common pieces you find everywhere. Very interesting to say the least!
Friday night, well, you just had to be there...very scary and very fun times. :) It was quite a memorable evening though. Saturday, being the last day/night there, I foolishly stayed up all night playing poker, getting drunk, etc. It turned out to be a good idea, because around 8 or 9 in the morning, this drunken redneck just started handing me his money. +1200, thank you. :)
Then I fell asleep while eating the buffet, shortly after checking out. 2 nights of no sleep, a hang over and RARE prime rib do not mix. I had a short power nap in Kamil/Ketan's room and off to the airport. Paul and I said our tearful goodbyes to Tifferz after a quick meal, and we were back to desolation. Freezing temperatures, snow, and no crazy tourists to give you their money. :(
Since I've been back, in only a handful of sessions, I've managed to dump about $1800 back into the Red Deer casino. Much of it is due to bad/impatient play. But to be fair, I got my money in ahead plenty of times and took some terrible beats. Probably about 70/30 in bad beats/bad play. Oh well, I'm on a bit of a hiatus from live poker and I'll be recharged and ready to get it back soon.
Online, I've just been funneling my money back into Jokerstars. Fuck I hate that place. I should really just pull my money off. It's horrendous how bad I run and play there.
Enough about poker. So yeah...about beefcake, quitting smoking...
I decided, shortly before the trip to not worry too much about shakes, etc. I've since fallen out of my regime and have yet to get back into it heavy. Sigh...but I promise I will. At the latest, I will be hardcore again by May. I also gave in, within about 3 hours of being there, and smoked while in Vegas. I decided why bother fighting it the whole time? It was probably a good idea in retrospect, because I would have had no way to vent/take breaks, and probably would not have had as much success. Once I got back, I stayed off the darts a good week or so. But eventually...I caved. And failed. :(
I also promise, that I will get back onto that wagon soon, and stick with it. It's bullshit that I gave in so easily. Stress has been mounting again though, and I have some serious decision-making and changes I need to make. Enough fucking around. Once I get everything figured out, I will have a clear mind, a fresh slate, and a positive attitude. And I will take over the fucking world.
More soon...
P.S. I often name my entries after songs, lyrics, random bull shit. I'll also from time to time close with such. It might just be a reflection of my mood...or perhaps direct correlation to events in my life. Or maybe just a song I've been listening to a lot. Always a mystery!
"My, what a good day for a walk outside
I'd like to get to know you a little better, baby
God knows that I really tried"
So anyways, the details of the trip are becoming fuzzier.
Basically, the rest of the trip was spent playing more poker, eating, and a lot of debauchery, most of which cannot be repeated. You had to be there.
I ended up another $2000+ or so playing 1/2 NL and 2/5 NL, so overall, I think I was up a bit over 5K for the trip! Yay! I did do a fair bit of spending, but still came home well ahead. That's great success IMO!
On the Wednesday of the trip, day after the tournament, I forget what was done during the day. But I decided, what the heck. Let's get married! So after a long drawn out, drunken session at the Bellagio, I proposed to my BFFL Tiff in the poker room. Good times, very entertaining for all! I carried my bride to be out to a chorus of applause from the gallery! :) Other events that evening included playing poker with the short chubby man in the red shirt Reggie affectionately dubbed 'Kool Aid'. He stacked off sooooo many times LOL. Awesome times.
Next day, we went shopping, and I dropped a few C notes at my favorite Zoo York store! :) Reginald and I ate some sushi...it was my first time eating anything besides the typical 3 common pieces you find everywhere. Very interesting to say the least!
Friday night, well, you just had to be there...very scary and very fun times. :) It was quite a memorable evening though. Saturday, being the last day/night there, I foolishly stayed up all night playing poker, getting drunk, etc. It turned out to be a good idea, because around 8 or 9 in the morning, this drunken redneck just started handing me his money. +1200, thank you. :)
Then I fell asleep while eating the buffet, shortly after checking out. 2 nights of no sleep, a hang over and RARE prime rib do not mix. I had a short power nap in Kamil/Ketan's room and off to the airport. Paul and I said our tearful goodbyes to Tifferz after a quick meal, and we were back to desolation. Freezing temperatures, snow, and no crazy tourists to give you their money. :(
Since I've been back, in only a handful of sessions, I've managed to dump about $1800 back into the Red Deer casino. Much of it is due to bad/impatient play. But to be fair, I got my money in ahead plenty of times and took some terrible beats. Probably about 70/30 in bad beats/bad play. Oh well, I'm on a bit of a hiatus from live poker and I'll be recharged and ready to get it back soon.
Online, I've just been funneling my money back into Jokerstars. Fuck I hate that place. I should really just pull my money off. It's horrendous how bad I run and play there.
Enough about poker. So yeah...about beefcake, quitting smoking...
I decided, shortly before the trip to not worry too much about shakes, etc. I've since fallen out of my regime and have yet to get back into it heavy. Sigh...but I promise I will. At the latest, I will be hardcore again by May. I also gave in, within about 3 hours of being there, and smoked while in Vegas. I decided why bother fighting it the whole time? It was probably a good idea in retrospect, because I would have had no way to vent/take breaks, and probably would not have had as much success. Once I got back, I stayed off the darts a good week or so. But eventually...I caved. And failed. :(
I also promise, that I will get back onto that wagon soon, and stick with it. It's bullshit that I gave in so easily. Stress has been mounting again though, and I have some serious decision-making and changes I need to make. Enough fucking around. Once I get everything figured out, I will have a clear mind, a fresh slate, and a positive attitude. And I will take over the fucking world.
More soon...
P.S. I often name my entries after songs, lyrics, random bull shit. I'll also from time to time close with such. It might just be a reflection of my mood...or perhaps direct correlation to events in my life. Or maybe just a song I've been listening to a lot. Always a mystery!
"My, what a good day for a walk outside
I'd like to get to know you a little better, baby
God knows that I really tried"
Friday, March 6, 2009
I'll Go Crazy If I Don't Go Crazy Tonight
Well...holy eff it's been too long!
So I'm back from Vegas (obviously)...part of the delay may have been the depression that set in upon returning home to find shitty, cold weather, and the same mutated fucktards still working at WalMart, happy to ruin my day at every opportunity! At least I only have to go there every so often, and if I'm really sneaky, I can usually avoid the Terr-Cat and other such dejected characters...
Anyways...Vegas. Holy F BOMB was it awesome! Out of my five times being there, definitely far and away the best! That being said, I don't think I will ever go with a large-ish group again. It's too difficult to agree on things, some get impatient and ditch, some don't want to do certain things, etc. And of course with several people, someone is bound to drag along some drama...
First day, we arrive. Prop bet on who's luggage comes off the carousel last pays for the cab. Obviously, since Gavin is Asian, this disadvantage guaranteed him losing. After we arrive at tha Palace, I tell him to "Peeeeyaaay dat meeeeyan his mahnnnny!" A hearty chorus of laughter follows from all of us, including the cabbie. All of us except Gavin of course. :)
A relatively uneventful first session took up most of our afternoon. I was down a few hundo...ain't no thang. Played some more that evening. There was a pretty decent player at the table that evening, but I think his ego got to his head enough to the point where it made him vulnerable in certain ways. I took advantage and destroyed him for a very large pot later in the evening. After I drunkenly (and much too loudly) said to Tiff, "That retard flopped trips in my straddle pot! What a fuckbag eh?" I then notice he is sitting directly across from me, about 2 feet away. He obviously heard me. An awkward apology/"just kidding!" took care of that...heh. I ended up draining some cash off some fat kid from LA (as did everyone else at the table) and managed to finish up a few hundred on the day overall.
Second day, we all decided to play the Caesar's Palace Mega Stack event. This was a scheduled tournament, with an event running each day all month. By mega stack, it refers to you starting with a high amount of chips compared to a usual lower buy in tournament. 12500 to start in this case, with blinds beginning at 25/50. The blind increments are also fairly relaxed, and with 50 minute levels, allows a LOT of play. Perfect for a patient player, with a lot of experience in deepstacked poker tournaments - someone like me. :)
I wish I could go into some sweet hand detail, but to be honest, I really can't remember a whole lot. I ended up a bit to start, then slowly got worn down to half the starting stack a few hours in. I was a bit pissed, but kept grinding it out. I get moved to a new table, and suddenly, my luck changes. My first two hands in my blind, I end up doubling up basically, or getting some sweet value anyway. Finally I have a playable stack again. Now I can play poker instead of waiting around. I power my way over my table, chipping up continuously while keeping out of trouble. Soon, Gavin is brought over to the table, directly to my right. I serenade him with the 'Sea Turtle' song, much to his annoyance. Annoying him SOOO much, that in fact, he shoves right into my Kings and I stack his bitch ass. JK Gav...he played well. We had a lot of fun talking like Teddy KGB and Borat at this table. Especially when I said "I beeeeyett...it AHHHHHHHL" and splashed my chips into the middle in a very messy, annoying fashion. We all LOL'd except the chick who I shoved on. She folded. :)
I made a pretty sweet move/read on this old dude who I did not know at the second last table since he just sat down. It was a huge pot that really built my stack. A while later, I raised AK in early position to about 8800 or so if I recall. I believe the blinds were 1500/3000. I had about 75-80,000 in chips at this point if I recall. It folds around to the old dude. After a moment's hesitation, he declares himself all in. For 60 effin' thousand! What in the FACK Ricky?! I was quite confused by this move. I know most people would snap call in this spot. AK is the nutz right? Nah...I had to think it through. I still had a very decent stack if I folded, and if I call and lose, I'm basically crippled...I pondered for several minutes, before coming to the conclusion that
a) He has a small pair. By small, I mean maybe 3's or 4's, but as high as Jacks. It seems like a very scared bet.
b) He has a decent Ace, and thinks I'm just making a move (I had been playing quite aggressively and perhaps he was pissed off) and can push me out. AJ, AQ, maybe even AK like me.
c) He has KK/AA and is a very bad player. But because I hold an Ace and a King, this makes that scenario even less likely.
Eventually, I figured, I'm at worst a coinflip against a pair, and if I'm lucky, I have him dominated. I called. He proudly tables A10 offsuit? WTF I have the Ace of clubs and I much enjoy seeing the flop come down with a K of clubs, along with two other clubs. I have top pair and nut flush draw. He's pretty much fucked at this point. I hold, and stack his ass, building my stack to the biggest at the table. Boo yeah.
Anyways, we play some more, and are eventually down to the final table. 10 of us. Only 8 spots pay. Paul is there along with me. He nursed a shortstack all afternoon and took advantage of a foolish player to triple him up and get back in the tourney. Good job man. :) We had swapped 10% of each other's potential earnings this tournament before we started, and were the only two from our group to make the Final Table. We busted one player, and then agreed to take $50 out of all our pockets to give to 9th so that the bubble is burst. 9th busts, and the final 8 is set. At this point, I had started to dwindle a bit, and made a bit of a blunder, semi-crippling myself. I was sitting in 7th place with just under 60,000 in chips with blinds of 4000/8000. Not too sweet. Luckily 8th only had like 8800 so we knew he was likely done on the first hand or two the next day.
We go have a bite to eat and return the next afternoon. I go in with the mindset that I'm playing for 7th place or 1st. And by 7th, I mean I'm gonna shove with random cards in hopes to double up. I'm not gonna dwindle off into 6th like a little bitch IMO. Second hand, I pick up AK. 8800 shoves in, Xavier calls, I reshove over top. Xavier acts like I'm committing a great travesty by isolating the shortstack instead of cooperating to take him out. Fuck that buddy, I need chips too. I spiked an Ace against shorty's 84 offsuit and take him out. Right after that I pick up JJ in the small blind. Button puts out a big raise, and I ship over top. She calls with AK. I hold and double up! Boo yeah, playable stack again! Xavier busts when he open ships AQ and runs into Aces. Paul battles valiantly, but loses a coinflip when his 10's fall to Gramps' AK in a race. A tidy pay day of about $1300 overtop of the $235 entry fee is pretty decent.
After that, I begin to play poker. And I mean play some fucking poker. I start throwing my weight around a bit and chip up nicely. I forget who went out in 5th, but then we were four handed. The girl to my left was a pretty decent player and had the chip lead most of the time at the table. Gramps was to my right...he was a crazy loose, weird player, but sorta knew what he was doing at times. The other player...we shall call her slutbag. She kept pushing overtop of my raises all day, and calling almost all my raises and trying to bluff me a lot. Not sure why...stupid trick can't fuck wit a mastah mind! Eventually, I pick up Aces on the button. Boo yeah biatch. I raise again, her in the big blind. Girl to left folds, slutbag thinks for a bit, and shoves. I actually say "Snap call!" and shove my chips in. I table my Aces much to her dismay, as she shows AJ. Fuck yeah! 93% is the best shape I've been in all tournament. At this point, I think I have just under 400,000 she has about 350,000, girl to my left has 3-something, and gramps is between 250-300 if I recall. I think I was the chipleader at that point, and about to become huge! Right?
Wrong. I ask for no Jacks on the flop. The dealer obliges, spreading out a Q 10 and random rag. Fuck sakes. Please no. "Deuce!" I yell. A deuce rolls off on the turn, as always when I call for one. I should have asked for another. But I tempt fate, and ask for a four. A fucking butt ugly King of diamonds rolls off to give her the nut straight and make me feel like Christopher Reeves. "Son of a fuck! What a fucking joke!" I exclaim, on the verge of drop kicking the table. I refrain, and slut bag acts like she didn't get that lucky, and it was no big deal. Are you for real bitch? Next hand, I double up against her when I shove K10 of spades into her AQ. She acts like it's a travesty that I win a 60/40. Like fuck off...seriously. I continue to steam, but also steamroll my way back to about 300K. Gramps lays a SICK ASS beat on the young girl, rivering a Royal Flush against her top set of Kings. Sick way to go... :( Three handed, Gramps has a huge lead.
I also had found out by now, that any amount $5000 over your buy in is subject to 30% tax off the top if you are...Canadian. Motherfuckers...so I decide second will be sweet, since only 1st qualifies for tax and I'd get roughly the same amount either way. Unfortunately, I was pretty short and couldn't just outfold slutbag. So I continued to play hypo-aggressive, shoving all in like 3/5 hands. Eventually, Gramps limps. I know he's hoping I shove so he can call. I look down at 77 and shove. What can I do? He calls with A10. He turns a 10, and game over for me. Good for $2800 or so. :) Not a bad way to start the trip.
Part 2 following shortly...
So I'm back from Vegas (obviously)...part of the delay may have been the depression that set in upon returning home to find shitty, cold weather, and the same mutated fucktards still working at WalMart, happy to ruin my day at every opportunity! At least I only have to go there every so often, and if I'm really sneaky, I can usually avoid the Terr-Cat and other such dejected characters...
Anyways...Vegas. Holy F BOMB was it awesome! Out of my five times being there, definitely far and away the best! That being said, I don't think I will ever go with a large-ish group again. It's too difficult to agree on things, some get impatient and ditch, some don't want to do certain things, etc. And of course with several people, someone is bound to drag along some drama...
First day, we arrive. Prop bet on who's luggage comes off the carousel last pays for the cab. Obviously, since Gavin is Asian, this disadvantage guaranteed him losing. After we arrive at tha Palace, I tell him to "Peeeeyaaay dat meeeeyan his mahnnnny!" A hearty chorus of laughter follows from all of us, including the cabbie. All of us except Gavin of course. :)
A relatively uneventful first session took up most of our afternoon. I was down a few hundo...ain't no thang. Played some more that evening. There was a pretty decent player at the table that evening, but I think his ego got to his head enough to the point where it made him vulnerable in certain ways. I took advantage and destroyed him for a very large pot later in the evening. After I drunkenly (and much too loudly) said to Tiff, "That retard flopped trips in my straddle pot! What a fuckbag eh?" I then notice he is sitting directly across from me, about 2 feet away. He obviously heard me. An awkward apology/"just kidding!" took care of that...heh. I ended up draining some cash off some fat kid from LA (as did everyone else at the table) and managed to finish up a few hundred on the day overall.
Second day, we all decided to play the Caesar's Palace Mega Stack event. This was a scheduled tournament, with an event running each day all month. By mega stack, it refers to you starting with a high amount of chips compared to a usual lower buy in tournament. 12500 to start in this case, with blinds beginning at 25/50. The blind increments are also fairly relaxed, and with 50 minute levels, allows a LOT of play. Perfect for a patient player, with a lot of experience in deepstacked poker tournaments - someone like me. :)
I wish I could go into some sweet hand detail, but to be honest, I really can't remember a whole lot. I ended up a bit to start, then slowly got worn down to half the starting stack a few hours in. I was a bit pissed, but kept grinding it out. I get moved to a new table, and suddenly, my luck changes. My first two hands in my blind, I end up doubling up basically, or getting some sweet value anyway. Finally I have a playable stack again. Now I can play poker instead of waiting around. I power my way over my table, chipping up continuously while keeping out of trouble. Soon, Gavin is brought over to the table, directly to my right. I serenade him with the 'Sea Turtle' song, much to his annoyance. Annoying him SOOO much, that in fact, he shoves right into my Kings and I stack his bitch ass. JK Gav...he played well. We had a lot of fun talking like Teddy KGB and Borat at this table. Especially when I said "I beeeeyett...it AHHHHHHHL" and splashed my chips into the middle in a very messy, annoying fashion. We all LOL'd except the chick who I shoved on. She folded. :)
I made a pretty sweet move/read on this old dude who I did not know at the second last table since he just sat down. It was a huge pot that really built my stack. A while later, I raised AK in early position to about 8800 or so if I recall. I believe the blinds were 1500/3000. I had about 75-80,000 in chips at this point if I recall. It folds around to the old dude. After a moment's hesitation, he declares himself all in. For 60 effin' thousand! What in the FACK Ricky?! I was quite confused by this move. I know most people would snap call in this spot. AK is the nutz right? Nah...I had to think it through. I still had a very decent stack if I folded, and if I call and lose, I'm basically crippled...I pondered for several minutes, before coming to the conclusion that
a) He has a small pair. By small, I mean maybe 3's or 4's, but as high as Jacks. It seems like a very scared bet.
b) He has a decent Ace, and thinks I'm just making a move (I had been playing quite aggressively and perhaps he was pissed off) and can push me out. AJ, AQ, maybe even AK like me.
c) He has KK/AA and is a very bad player. But because I hold an Ace and a King, this makes that scenario even less likely.
Eventually, I figured, I'm at worst a coinflip against a pair, and if I'm lucky, I have him dominated. I called. He proudly tables A10 offsuit? WTF I have the Ace of clubs and I much enjoy seeing the flop come down with a K of clubs, along with two other clubs. I have top pair and nut flush draw. He's pretty much fucked at this point. I hold, and stack his ass, building my stack to the biggest at the table. Boo yeah.
Anyways, we play some more, and are eventually down to the final table. 10 of us. Only 8 spots pay. Paul is there along with me. He nursed a shortstack all afternoon and took advantage of a foolish player to triple him up and get back in the tourney. Good job man. :) We had swapped 10% of each other's potential earnings this tournament before we started, and were the only two from our group to make the Final Table. We busted one player, and then agreed to take $50 out of all our pockets to give to 9th so that the bubble is burst. 9th busts, and the final 8 is set. At this point, I had started to dwindle a bit, and made a bit of a blunder, semi-crippling myself. I was sitting in 7th place with just under 60,000 in chips with blinds of 4000/8000. Not too sweet. Luckily 8th only had like 8800 so we knew he was likely done on the first hand or two the next day.
We go have a bite to eat and return the next afternoon. I go in with the mindset that I'm playing for 7th place or 1st. And by 7th, I mean I'm gonna shove with random cards in hopes to double up. I'm not gonna dwindle off into 6th like a little bitch IMO. Second hand, I pick up AK. 8800 shoves in, Xavier calls, I reshove over top. Xavier acts like I'm committing a great travesty by isolating the shortstack instead of cooperating to take him out. Fuck that buddy, I need chips too. I spiked an Ace against shorty's 84 offsuit and take him out. Right after that I pick up JJ in the small blind. Button puts out a big raise, and I ship over top. She calls with AK. I hold and double up! Boo yeah, playable stack again! Xavier busts when he open ships AQ and runs into Aces. Paul battles valiantly, but loses a coinflip when his 10's fall to Gramps' AK in a race. A tidy pay day of about $1300 overtop of the $235 entry fee is pretty decent.
After that, I begin to play poker. And I mean play some fucking poker. I start throwing my weight around a bit and chip up nicely. I forget who went out in 5th, but then we were four handed. The girl to my left was a pretty decent player and had the chip lead most of the time at the table. Gramps was to my right...he was a crazy loose, weird player, but sorta knew what he was doing at times. The other player...we shall call her slutbag. She kept pushing overtop of my raises all day, and calling almost all my raises and trying to bluff me a lot. Not sure why...stupid trick can't fuck wit a mastah mind! Eventually, I pick up Aces on the button. Boo yeah biatch. I raise again, her in the big blind. Girl to left folds, slutbag thinks for a bit, and shoves. I actually say "Snap call!" and shove my chips in. I table my Aces much to her dismay, as she shows AJ. Fuck yeah! 93% is the best shape I've been in all tournament. At this point, I think I have just under 400,000 she has about 350,000, girl to my left has 3-something, and gramps is between 250-300 if I recall. I think I was the chipleader at that point, and about to become huge! Right?
Wrong. I ask for no Jacks on the flop. The dealer obliges, spreading out a Q 10 and random rag. Fuck sakes. Please no. "Deuce!" I yell. A deuce rolls off on the turn, as always when I call for one. I should have asked for another. But I tempt fate, and ask for a four. A fucking butt ugly King of diamonds rolls off to give her the nut straight and make me feel like Christopher Reeves. "Son of a fuck! What a fucking joke!" I exclaim, on the verge of drop kicking the table. I refrain, and slut bag acts like she didn't get that lucky, and it was no big deal. Are you for real bitch? Next hand, I double up against her when I shove K10 of spades into her AQ. She acts like it's a travesty that I win a 60/40. Like fuck off...seriously. I continue to steam, but also steamroll my way back to about 300K. Gramps lays a SICK ASS beat on the young girl, rivering a Royal Flush against her top set of Kings. Sick way to go... :( Three handed, Gramps has a huge lead.
I also had found out by now, that any amount $5000 over your buy in is subject to 30% tax off the top if you are...Canadian. Motherfuckers...so I decide second will be sweet, since only 1st qualifies for tax and I'd get roughly the same amount either way. Unfortunately, I was pretty short and couldn't just outfold slutbag. So I continued to play hypo-aggressive, shoving all in like 3/5 hands. Eventually, Gramps limps. I know he's hoping I shove so he can call. I look down at 77 and shove. What can I do? He calls with A10. He turns a 10, and game over for me. Good for $2800 or so. :) Not a bad way to start the trip.
Part 2 following shortly...
Thursday, February 12, 2009
FAIL
Wow. It's been a minute y'all!
Seriously.
I apologize to my readers, as well as myself, for not keeping up on my blog. Perhaps it is the reason I've been going mental lately. An outlet to channel and expel my thoughts, feelings, rage, etc. is needed. And this blog is that channel. This entry probably won't be too heavy. But it's better than nothing I suppose. And I usually get riled up/excited while/after writing a blog!
So...one whole fricking month has elapsed since I quit smoking. Boo yeah! Monday was 4 weeks...so today makes it about 31 days. Like a full MONTH! I can't even believe it. I don't even care about my patches anymore. I forgot to wear one yesterday, and purposely forgot again today. The only time I have trouble is when I see someone smoking. Then I smell it. UGH! Funk that!
Last Friday, while rockin' pretty hard, a lot of people were smoking around me. At first, I had a little argument with myself inside my head. Arguing for and against lighting one up. While debating, I realized EWW! This shit is gross! And I didn't have one! :D
But I am a bit worried about Vegas. The temptation to blast a Marlie Marl...man it's gonna be tough. But I think I can do it. I've been doing awesome. And on the off chance I should fail, well...I will stop again immediately. It'd just be a bump in the road. But one I'd rather avoid. Because I'm a very anal person, and even if I just had a drag, I'd feel like I have to start all over again. Gonna be tough when drinking though...
As for beefcaking? Well the good news is, I did put on a few pounds (last time I checked). I really need to buy a scale. It's pretty tough to track results. Bad news is, I've kinda fallen off on the shakes and stuff. At least, I'm not having 2/day like I should be. One here and there...however, it's so close to my trip, that I'm gonna say eff it, and when I get back, I'll be taking it much more seriously. Especially with spring and such coming up. I haven't been bowflexing at all. BUT - I have been doing some fitness exercises at home myself. And although I've been slacking over all, improvements are still there. I can do more and more situps/pushups then I thought I would be able to in such a short time.
I'm definitely noticing some muscle definition appearing in my arms, shoulders, chest, stomach, etc. I'm pretty pumped! Because my effort has been half assed at best, and I'm already seeing improvement. Wait til I start hammering those shakes down and hitting the gym full torque! God forbid I get a hold of some HgH! I'll be a beast!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BEEFCAAAAAAAAAKE! Haha!
Another reason I haven't been hittin' this blog lately...well...I haven't done anything worth writing about! I haven't played any poker since my huge drop session/quick weekend session in Calgary. Just pissed around a bit online with some sit 'n go's and such, but nothing worth talking about. I need to play some this weekend to get primed up for Vegas!
Man am I getting excited about Vegas!! Lately, I was almost feeling apprehensive about it. Something was bothering me about this trip...I have a pretty good idea where these feelings were coming from. But I've dealt with it mentally. This bullshit derives from my inabilities to cope with stress or situations that are beyond my control. But eff that. Reggie and I are gonna be sippin' on some Ole' E, walkin' down the strip, not givin' a mothafuck! It's gonna be so sweet! Poker, booze, shopping, food, bit...errr, yeah... :D Good times ahead! I can't wait!
Now I just have to deal with all my shit before I leave! I need to finish cleaning up my house, and have all my shit together. Or I won't even be able to sleep! I'm worried about leaving my babies...I always miss them. But at least this time, someone will be there for them everyday. At least, he better be!
One more thing...Detroit what?!?! 6 in a row! Boo yeah! After a hideous winless-in-7-games stretch, we are back on track. God I love Hossa...almost as much as Datsyuk! So ghey...but I can't help it! They are so deadly!!!!!!!!!
Anyways, I'm sure I'll have more to write about at some point in the next couple days. But I should probably get to bed.
I don't wanna talk about wars between nations.
Not right now
You dont know how beautiful
You are...
Seriously.
I apologize to my readers, as well as myself, for not keeping up on my blog. Perhaps it is the reason I've been going mental lately. An outlet to channel and expel my thoughts, feelings, rage, etc. is needed. And this blog is that channel. This entry probably won't be too heavy. But it's better than nothing I suppose. And I usually get riled up/excited while/after writing a blog!
So...one whole fricking month has elapsed since I quit smoking. Boo yeah! Monday was 4 weeks...so today makes it about 31 days. Like a full MONTH! I can't even believe it. I don't even care about my patches anymore. I forgot to wear one yesterday, and purposely forgot again today. The only time I have trouble is when I see someone smoking. Then I smell it. UGH! Funk that!
Last Friday, while rockin' pretty hard, a lot of people were smoking around me. At first, I had a little argument with myself inside my head. Arguing for and against lighting one up. While debating, I realized EWW! This shit is gross! And I didn't have one! :D
But I am a bit worried about Vegas. The temptation to blast a Marlie Marl...man it's gonna be tough. But I think I can do it. I've been doing awesome. And on the off chance I should fail, well...I will stop again immediately. It'd just be a bump in the road. But one I'd rather avoid. Because I'm a very anal person, and even if I just had a drag, I'd feel like I have to start all over again. Gonna be tough when drinking though...
As for beefcaking? Well the good news is, I did put on a few pounds (last time I checked). I really need to buy a scale. It's pretty tough to track results. Bad news is, I've kinda fallen off on the shakes and stuff. At least, I'm not having 2/day like I should be. One here and there...however, it's so close to my trip, that I'm gonna say eff it, and when I get back, I'll be taking it much more seriously. Especially with spring and such coming up. I haven't been bowflexing at all. BUT - I have been doing some fitness exercises at home myself. And although I've been slacking over all, improvements are still there. I can do more and more situps/pushups then I thought I would be able to in such a short time.
I'm definitely noticing some muscle definition appearing in my arms, shoulders, chest, stomach, etc. I'm pretty pumped! Because my effort has been half assed at best, and I'm already seeing improvement. Wait til I start hammering those shakes down and hitting the gym full torque! God forbid I get a hold of some HgH! I'll be a beast!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BEEFCAAAAAAAAAKE! Haha!
Another reason I haven't been hittin' this blog lately...well...I haven't done anything worth writing about! I haven't played any poker since my huge drop session/quick weekend session in Calgary. Just pissed around a bit online with some sit 'n go's and such, but nothing worth talking about. I need to play some this weekend to get primed up for Vegas!
Man am I getting excited about Vegas!! Lately, I was almost feeling apprehensive about it. Something was bothering me about this trip...I have a pretty good idea where these feelings were coming from. But I've dealt with it mentally. This bullshit derives from my inabilities to cope with stress or situations that are beyond my control. But eff that. Reggie and I are gonna be sippin' on some Ole' E, walkin' down the strip, not givin' a mothafuck! It's gonna be so sweet! Poker, booze, shopping, food, bit...errr, yeah... :D Good times ahead! I can't wait!
Now I just have to deal with all my shit before I leave! I need to finish cleaning up my house, and have all my shit together. Or I won't even be able to sleep! I'm worried about leaving my babies...I always miss them. But at least this time, someone will be there for them everyday. At least, he better be!
One more thing...Detroit what?!?! 6 in a row! Boo yeah! After a hideous winless-in-7-games stretch, we are back on track. God I love Hossa...almost as much as Datsyuk! So ghey...but I can't help it! They are so deadly!!!!!!!!!
Anyways, I'm sure I'll have more to write about at some point in the next couple days. But I should probably get to bed.
I don't wanna talk about wars between nations.
Not right now
You dont know how beautiful
You are...
Monday, February 2, 2009
And that is why no one will remember your name...
Been a while...
3 weeks today...it's official! As stated in my first entry, I decided that was my main objective. I don't remember who told me 3 weeks was the make or break point. I don't even know if it's remotely true. But it gave me something to shoot for. And as far as I can recall, I've never made it this far in any of my attempts. Yay me!
To be honest, I haven't felt that much better. Not like I expected to anyway. I have been extremely fatigued as of late. That can be explained partially by my habit of staying up too late, losing track of time, etc. However, I have been finding lately, that I am not sleeping well at all. I find myself feeling like I've been awake all night, or often waking up at very random intervals throughout the night. Almost watching the clock if you will...I just don't get it. Perhaps I am still adjusting...I used to sleep like a baby last year.
I also haven't noticed a significant increase in taste/smell, which apparently occurs within days of quitting. But perhaps I've just been too busy or distracted to notice these improvements. Nonetheless, I can't really say I feel worse. And at least I don't have that shitty smell around me. Saving money also, obviously. The only thing I'm worried about now is resisting the temptations in Vegas. That will be the true test.
Working out hasn't been super regular either. But I'm doing my best to remain exercising semi-regularly at worst. According to Chel's scale, I have gained 8.5 lbs. Subtract clothing weight and minor inaccuracies, and I'm still up a good 5 lbs already. Not bad considering I'm not following the routine very well. I intend to keep up as best I can, and get better.
Poker has experienced some variance. Although I was incredibly card dead, I blame it mostly on lack of self control, bad play, frustration and fatigue. I've set my stop loss at 2 buyins, and I let tilt convince me to buy in again to get revenge on some old prick who slow rolled me. I certainly got my revenge. After rivering the nut straight, I put out a large value bet. I acted conspicuously, and induced a call. He looked at me to open my hand and I said "Nice call...." and sighed...thinking he had won, he looked relieved. I then turned over my hand and said "I just have the nuts. Ship it you slowrolling prick!" Even the dealer got a kick out of it. He left the table right after that LOL...I then continued my downward spiral and dropped a total of 4 buyins. So essentially, it's like two losing sessions in a row. Certainly not unheard of, but definitely unnecessary.
I played some more this weekend in Calgary. After my original Saturday plans were cancelled, my wonderful friend invited me to Calgary for a late celebration of my bday. Poker on Saturday night went pretty well, until one of the last hands I played. I ended up almost dead even after losing a large pot I should not have even been in, and did not have the discipline to fold, despite being quite sure I was beat. Alcohol may have been a contributing factor... :P
We then made our way over to Ducky's for some karaokee. As usual, I get hyped up, but find it incredibly difficult to choose a song and become very nervous. Once I get that first song out of the way, I have an insatiable urge to sing more. Tiff thought it would be a good idea for us to sing "Hollaback Girl" by Gwen Stefani. Being that this song is by a female vocalist, I was even more nervous than usual. Fortunately, I have a pretty high vocal span so I can hold my own. There was a pretty rambunctious crowd gathered in front of the stage and I thought we put on a good performance. Tiff did laugh through half the song, so I went solo often! LOL Good times, and of course, did not get any more songs in as it was too late.
A drama filled evening ensued, which involved Tiff standing on the table in a restaurant, us nearly getting thrown out, worrying about the waiter spitting in to our food (or worse), getting kicked out of a cab, etc. Sigh...but it was fun. :) A short session of poker followed the next morning/afternoon, where Tiff went on a heater and ended up +500! Good for you Tiff! I ended up +50 or so, after making a questionable call and losing a big pot. Oh well.
Despite being on the verge of collapse, I decided to visit my lovely sister and favorite brother in law. :) Decided to watch the game with Killa B. Superbowl was quite entertaining, despite my lack of interest in NFL, or football in general for that matter. I cheered for Arizona, and was a bit miffed by some of the officiating as well as the last minute scoring drive for the win by Pittsburgh...but a very entertaining game and well played by both sides.
Detroit finally broke out of their slump tonight with a win over the lacklustre St. Louis Blues (thank fuck). Squeaked out a win in a shootout, despite playing a very bad game overall. Thank God for Marian Hossa! 2 goals and the shootout winner! Atta boy! :) Hope we can retain him next year...
Anyways, I should get to bed, just thought I'd blast out a quick blog. I have many things on my mind, so I suppose entries will become more frequent and interesting if time permits.
V
3 weeks today...it's official! As stated in my first entry, I decided that was my main objective. I don't remember who told me 3 weeks was the make or break point. I don't even know if it's remotely true. But it gave me something to shoot for. And as far as I can recall, I've never made it this far in any of my attempts. Yay me!
To be honest, I haven't felt that much better. Not like I expected to anyway. I have been extremely fatigued as of late. That can be explained partially by my habit of staying up too late, losing track of time, etc. However, I have been finding lately, that I am not sleeping well at all. I find myself feeling like I've been awake all night, or often waking up at very random intervals throughout the night. Almost watching the clock if you will...I just don't get it. Perhaps I am still adjusting...I used to sleep like a baby last year.
I also haven't noticed a significant increase in taste/smell, which apparently occurs within days of quitting. But perhaps I've just been too busy or distracted to notice these improvements. Nonetheless, I can't really say I feel worse. And at least I don't have that shitty smell around me. Saving money also, obviously. The only thing I'm worried about now is resisting the temptations in Vegas. That will be the true test.
Working out hasn't been super regular either. But I'm doing my best to remain exercising semi-regularly at worst. According to Chel's scale, I have gained 8.5 lbs. Subtract clothing weight and minor inaccuracies, and I'm still up a good 5 lbs already. Not bad considering I'm not following the routine very well. I intend to keep up as best I can, and get better.
Poker has experienced some variance. Although I was incredibly card dead, I blame it mostly on lack of self control, bad play, frustration and fatigue. I've set my stop loss at 2 buyins, and I let tilt convince me to buy in again to get revenge on some old prick who slow rolled me. I certainly got my revenge. After rivering the nut straight, I put out a large value bet. I acted conspicuously, and induced a call. He looked at me to open my hand and I said "Nice call...." and sighed...thinking he had won, he looked relieved. I then turned over my hand and said "I just have the nuts. Ship it you slowrolling prick!" Even the dealer got a kick out of it. He left the table right after that LOL...I then continued my downward spiral and dropped a total of 4 buyins. So essentially, it's like two losing sessions in a row. Certainly not unheard of, but definitely unnecessary.
I played some more this weekend in Calgary. After my original Saturday plans were cancelled, my wonderful friend invited me to Calgary for a late celebration of my bday. Poker on Saturday night went pretty well, until one of the last hands I played. I ended up almost dead even after losing a large pot I should not have even been in, and did not have the discipline to fold, despite being quite sure I was beat. Alcohol may have been a contributing factor... :P
We then made our way over to Ducky's for some karaokee. As usual, I get hyped up, but find it incredibly difficult to choose a song and become very nervous. Once I get that first song out of the way, I have an insatiable urge to sing more. Tiff thought it would be a good idea for us to sing "Hollaback Girl" by Gwen Stefani. Being that this song is by a female vocalist, I was even more nervous than usual. Fortunately, I have a pretty high vocal span so I can hold my own. There was a pretty rambunctious crowd gathered in front of the stage and I thought we put on a good performance. Tiff did laugh through half the song, so I went solo often! LOL Good times, and of course, did not get any more songs in as it was too late.
A drama filled evening ensued, which involved Tiff standing on the table in a restaurant, us nearly getting thrown out, worrying about the waiter spitting in to our food (or worse), getting kicked out of a cab, etc. Sigh...but it was fun. :) A short session of poker followed the next morning/afternoon, where Tiff went on a heater and ended up +500! Good for you Tiff! I ended up +50 or so, after making a questionable call and losing a big pot. Oh well.
Despite being on the verge of collapse, I decided to visit my lovely sister and favorite brother in law. :) Decided to watch the game with Killa B. Superbowl was quite entertaining, despite my lack of interest in NFL, or football in general for that matter. I cheered for Arizona, and was a bit miffed by some of the officiating as well as the last minute scoring drive for the win by Pittsburgh...but a very entertaining game and well played by both sides.
Detroit finally broke out of their slump tonight with a win over the lacklustre St. Louis Blues (thank fuck). Squeaked out a win in a shootout, despite playing a very bad game overall. Thank God for Marian Hossa! 2 goals and the shootout winner! Atta boy! :) Hope we can retain him next year...
Anyways, I should get to bed, just thought I'd blast out a quick blog. I have many things on my mind, so I suppose entries will become more frequent and interesting if time permits.
V
Thursday, January 29, 2009
There's No Sign of Life Here...
Well.
Two days in a row now, I have forgotten my nicoderm patch! And remembered each time as soon as I hit the highway (obv not wishing to turn back). Both times, I panicked, thinking I would trick my brain into believing that to be a good enough reason to buy some smokes. But luckily, I told my brain to man the fuck up and not listen to my arsehole conscience. :)
So far so good. 17 days have now elapsed. 21 was in my opinion, the most vital milestone. Smooth sailing thus far, and hopefully nothing will set me off course.
Speaking of setting me off course, I got drunk by myself. What an awesome way of celebrating my birthday...sigh. I hate it here. Please someone randomly show up at my door and beg me to sell you my house for way more than it's worth! Since that's highly unlikely, I suppose I should do my best to get this place rented. Because depending on a worthless whore to pay for half of this place isn't going to last forever or much longer, even though said whore should be paying forever. Why should I have to be responsible for other people's fuck ups? Life is so unfair. But out of this despair, one day, something great will come of it.
It's also worth noting...I probably shouldn't talk to people when I'm drunk. Honesty is a good policy and I believe in telling the truth. But sometimes, timing takes precedence. Now I feel like an idiot. Sigh...I'm sighing a lot aren't I? Sigh...
Detroit keeps fucking losing. Idiots...
I haven't been exercising/working out as much as I should. It feels like by the time I'm done work and I sit down for five minutes, the day is over. How much more can I take? I honestly cannot believe I have been able to quit smoking under these conditions. Especially with forgetting my patch a couple times...an annoying accent used to make me relapse in past attempts.
This entry was pretty useless...just bitching and whining. I apologize. Hopefully soon, I'll have something exciting to write about. Or maybe I'll write a short story or some poetry. Who knows...
P.S. Fuck tha Police!
Two days in a row now, I have forgotten my nicoderm patch! And remembered each time as soon as I hit the highway (obv not wishing to turn back). Both times, I panicked, thinking I would trick my brain into believing that to be a good enough reason to buy some smokes. But luckily, I told my brain to man the fuck up and not listen to my arsehole conscience. :)
So far so good. 17 days have now elapsed. 21 was in my opinion, the most vital milestone. Smooth sailing thus far, and hopefully nothing will set me off course.
Speaking of setting me off course, I got drunk by myself. What an awesome way of celebrating my birthday...sigh. I hate it here. Please someone randomly show up at my door and beg me to sell you my house for way more than it's worth! Since that's highly unlikely, I suppose I should do my best to get this place rented. Because depending on a worthless whore to pay for half of this place isn't going to last forever or much longer, even though said whore should be paying forever. Why should I have to be responsible for other people's fuck ups? Life is so unfair. But out of this despair, one day, something great will come of it.
It's also worth noting...I probably shouldn't talk to people when I'm drunk. Honesty is a good policy and I believe in telling the truth. But sometimes, timing takes precedence. Now I feel like an idiot. Sigh...I'm sighing a lot aren't I? Sigh...
Detroit keeps fucking losing. Idiots...
I haven't been exercising/working out as much as I should. It feels like by the time I'm done work and I sit down for five minutes, the day is over. How much more can I take? I honestly cannot believe I have been able to quit smoking under these conditions. Especially with forgetting my patch a couple times...an annoying accent used to make me relapse in past attempts.
This entry was pretty useless...just bitching and whining. I apologize. Hopefully soon, I'll have something exciting to write about. Or maybe I'll write a short story or some poetry. Who knows...
P.S. Fuck tha Police!
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Almost...
My first losing session of the year. But I ended up plus $15. What a waste of time lol...but then again, I showed some heart and battled back, being down as much as $350 or so. I'm happy to experience some variance and be fortunate enough not to have to lose two buy ins. I'm really finding that positive/wishful thinking is causing me to flop a lot more sets. Sure it could be a coincidence. But I dunno, the frequency seems to be increasing.
No really crazy hands to talk about, but there was one hand that helped me battle back up to over even against Mr. Cocky (the kid I talked about in a previous entry). Cockles raises to $15 in middle position. I defend in the Big Blind with A10 suited. I don't really like playing this kind of crap out of position, but against a player like him, he could be holding anything and it's very likely I have the best hand. If I hit hard, I can probably trap him for a big pot, and if I'm not feeling it, I can get away.
Another player in EP (early position comes along) and we see the flop 3 ways.
A 10 x (x being a 6 or some sort of rag if I recall). I flop top two pair. Pretty much the flop I was hoping for. Now there might have been a flush draw out there, but I don't remember. It doesn't matter in this hand. I check, with the intention of check calling, and leading the turn. I feel a checkraise will make him fold unless he hit strong. Perhaps, he'll put me on a draw and think I'm semi bluffing the turn. To my surprise, EP and he also check. Turn is a 7.
Now the board is getting a bit iffy, and I'm not going to check again regardless. I bet around 25-30 bucks. EP folds. Cockers hesitates for a while, counts out some chips and makes it about 65. Now I'm thinking, maybe he has a big Ace after all. A set or straight is obviously possible, but I'm not feeling that. I hesitate for a while, and then reraise to about 120. He looks a bit miffed, possibly even disgusted, and finally calls. (keep in mind these betting amounts are not exact...I apologize, I should probably try and remember details if I'm going to talk about a hand)
River is a blank, and I quickly push all in for just over a hundo. Again, he looks disgusted but finally calls. He has A7 for a smaller two pair and I win a nice pot. Yay! I can tell he's really starting to not like me. Haha!
Anyways, the game went into the wee hours of the morning, and eventually broke 3 or 4 handed. Was up about $15 when it was all said and done. I probably could have ground out a winning session, but I was very card dead, and bored. So I played a lot of junky hands in non-optimal situations. I shouldn't be playing when I feel like that, because I bled out a lot of chips...but oh well. It helps me learn for next time to be a bit more patient. And instead of playing trash, I should be observing other players and picking up valuable information to use against them later.
Today was officially two weeks no smoking! It's been tough, but it seems to be going good. I forgot to wear a patch a couple times recently, and surprisingly it went ok. Today was one of those days. The day went along fine...but when I got home, I was overwhelmed. My cats were begging for food as if they hadn't eaten in days, and while I was struggling to put away groceries, I picked up a bottle of Olive Oil which proceeded to spill all over the floor and onto my clothes. My built up tensions boiled over. I fucking lost it. Yelling, swearing, etc. Then I find out Bella had unravelled all the toilet paper. So like a crazed lunatic, I brought her into the bathroom, shut the door, confronted her about her mess, and scolded her loudly. Then, while she cowered in the corner, I proceeded to spray her with a water bottle, leaving her no where to run or hide.
A wave of remorse immediately ran over me. The look on her face almost made me cry. My poor Bellerz...I quickly slapped on a patch and cleaned up. She lurked nearby, with a shameful look on her face. I called her to me, and apologized. We are cool again now. :)
I then made a monstrous meal of Olive Oil Mashed potatoes (thanks for the recipe Paul :D), a nearly 1 lb Ribeye, topped with garlic butter sauteed mushrooms, and a caesar salad. Those who know me, know I am no gourmet chef. But in my new single life, I've discovered I must fend for myself, and what better way to occupy my time then to learn how to cook! Well it was hectic in the kitchen, and trying to time everything got a bit tricky. But the steak turned out better than ever, the mushrooms were fantastic (a tiny bit over cooked), and the potatoes were also very nice. Possibly the best meal I've ever made. Quite satisfying. Mak couldn't stop licking his chops and trying to get at it. He managed to steal some milk though.
My bowflex routine has suffered a bit lately, first being interrupted by a sudden unplanned drinking spree on Friday, and failing to pick up where it left off. But I've discovered that perhaps it is time to use my dumb bells, which have sat unused for years, still in their original box. They are much heavier and more difficult to use then the machine weights. Pushups, curls, and other such exercises have shown me I can push myself to new heights in the comfort of my own home. Running the stairs is also a great cardio workout. I just need to get more consistent, and I think I may join the gym soon as well.
Oh my God...Mak and Bella are adorable. Bella is licking/biting Mak's face. Apparently he did not wash it after dinner...hahaha! What would I do without these two goons?
The prospect of a very lonely, single, and uneventful birthday looms. Tomorrow I will reach the ripe age of 27. Wow. 27. Age creeps up on you very suddenly. I can't even believe it. And here I am. In the middle of Alberta, essentially alone, unhappy and really wondering how I got here in the first place...
I still remember vividly, my first day of grade 1, finishing my work early and running out on to the playground completely alone, allowed to begin recess early and explore the school yard uninterrupted. That particular moment stands out so clear in my head. I remember thinking,
"Wow. The world is a big place. Look at all of this!"
Little did I know how big it really was, and all I would see in years to come.
That was well over 20 years ago. Are you serious? Or grade 6, smashing the bottoms of our desks with our knees when Mrs. Minken's back was turned, causing an annoying ruckus that would drive anyone nuts. Almost 15 years ago. Grade 9 dances, driver training...Then, my first introduction to alcohol and recreational drugs (only a couple reefer toots :P) in high school.
My my, how time flies. Thinking back how much I loathed going to school...heck I would give anything to be back in those care free days. No bills, work was actually fun at the Tower Theatre...cruising Broadway...driving to Manitoba to drink at the bar...cutting class to see a girl...
Then my decision to go to Calgary. The world suddenly seemed very large. Larger than I could ever imagine. Adjusting to big city life was a daunting task that lied ahead. I met so many new people, experienced many new things. Out on my own at last. And then I wonder...
Would I have changed anything if I could? I can't imagine how things would have turned out if I had made some different choices. Perhaps better. Maybe worse. I'll never know...that is, unless I can discover the secret of time travel and alternate dimensions.
I feel like things get more clear everyday. I continue to learn from my choices, and especially my mistakes. I feel like it is making me a better person. But I'm in a very transitional phase of my life. Cold hard reality has gripped me tightly...I'm getting older. It's an inevitable part of life. Heck, another 27 years and I'll be in my mid 50's... Sometimes, I feel more lost than ever. Are things really getting more clear? Because sometimes, it's so blurry I think I've lost a contact lens. Sometimes, I want to just lay down and give up. Everything seems to be a constant struggle.
What do I want to do with my life? Where do I want to be? What are my greatest desires? What is preventing me from already being there? What can I do to change this?
These are things that cross my mind everyday, and yet I fail to really sit down and contemplate these unanswered questions. And time goes by. Faster and faster everyday. I think it is time, for drastic change...I have a lot to figure out in the next little while. And I feel I can't put it off anymore. Life is too short, and time is too valuable for me to sit around in despair, or confusion.
Times they are a changing...and either I get left behind, or I grudgingly move forward, into the vast unknown. I realize again, the world is bigger then I ever imagined...
And it scares the hell out of me...
No really crazy hands to talk about, but there was one hand that helped me battle back up to over even against Mr. Cocky (the kid I talked about in a previous entry). Cockles raises to $15 in middle position. I defend in the Big Blind with A10 suited. I don't really like playing this kind of crap out of position, but against a player like him, he could be holding anything and it's very likely I have the best hand. If I hit hard, I can probably trap him for a big pot, and if I'm not feeling it, I can get away.
Another player in EP (early position comes along) and we see the flop 3 ways.
A 10 x (x being a 6 or some sort of rag if I recall). I flop top two pair. Pretty much the flop I was hoping for. Now there might have been a flush draw out there, but I don't remember. It doesn't matter in this hand. I check, with the intention of check calling, and leading the turn. I feel a checkraise will make him fold unless he hit strong. Perhaps, he'll put me on a draw and think I'm semi bluffing the turn. To my surprise, EP and he also check. Turn is a 7.
Now the board is getting a bit iffy, and I'm not going to check again regardless. I bet around 25-30 bucks. EP folds. Cockers hesitates for a while, counts out some chips and makes it about 65. Now I'm thinking, maybe he has a big Ace after all. A set or straight is obviously possible, but I'm not feeling that. I hesitate for a while, and then reraise to about 120. He looks a bit miffed, possibly even disgusted, and finally calls. (keep in mind these betting amounts are not exact...I apologize, I should probably try and remember details if I'm going to talk about a hand)
River is a blank, and I quickly push all in for just over a hundo. Again, he looks disgusted but finally calls. He has A7 for a smaller two pair and I win a nice pot. Yay! I can tell he's really starting to not like me. Haha!
Anyways, the game went into the wee hours of the morning, and eventually broke 3 or 4 handed. Was up about $15 when it was all said and done. I probably could have ground out a winning session, but I was very card dead, and bored. So I played a lot of junky hands in non-optimal situations. I shouldn't be playing when I feel like that, because I bled out a lot of chips...but oh well. It helps me learn for next time to be a bit more patient. And instead of playing trash, I should be observing other players and picking up valuable information to use against them later.
Today was officially two weeks no smoking! It's been tough, but it seems to be going good. I forgot to wear a patch a couple times recently, and surprisingly it went ok. Today was one of those days. The day went along fine...but when I got home, I was overwhelmed. My cats were begging for food as if they hadn't eaten in days, and while I was struggling to put away groceries, I picked up a bottle of Olive Oil which proceeded to spill all over the floor and onto my clothes. My built up tensions boiled over. I fucking lost it. Yelling, swearing, etc. Then I find out Bella had unravelled all the toilet paper. So like a crazed lunatic, I brought her into the bathroom, shut the door, confronted her about her mess, and scolded her loudly. Then, while she cowered in the corner, I proceeded to spray her with a water bottle, leaving her no where to run or hide.
A wave of remorse immediately ran over me. The look on her face almost made me cry. My poor Bellerz...I quickly slapped on a patch and cleaned up. She lurked nearby, with a shameful look on her face. I called her to me, and apologized. We are cool again now. :)
I then made a monstrous meal of Olive Oil Mashed potatoes (thanks for the recipe Paul :D), a nearly 1 lb Ribeye, topped with garlic butter sauteed mushrooms, and a caesar salad. Those who know me, know I am no gourmet chef. But in my new single life, I've discovered I must fend for myself, and what better way to occupy my time then to learn how to cook! Well it was hectic in the kitchen, and trying to time everything got a bit tricky. But the steak turned out better than ever, the mushrooms were fantastic (a tiny bit over cooked), and the potatoes were also very nice. Possibly the best meal I've ever made. Quite satisfying. Mak couldn't stop licking his chops and trying to get at it. He managed to steal some milk though.
My bowflex routine has suffered a bit lately, first being interrupted by a sudden unplanned drinking spree on Friday, and failing to pick up where it left off. But I've discovered that perhaps it is time to use my dumb bells, which have sat unused for years, still in their original box. They are much heavier and more difficult to use then the machine weights. Pushups, curls, and other such exercises have shown me I can push myself to new heights in the comfort of my own home. Running the stairs is also a great cardio workout. I just need to get more consistent, and I think I may join the gym soon as well.
Oh my God...Mak and Bella are adorable. Bella is licking/biting Mak's face. Apparently he did not wash it after dinner...hahaha! What would I do without these two goons?
The prospect of a very lonely, single, and uneventful birthday looms. Tomorrow I will reach the ripe age of 27. Wow. 27. Age creeps up on you very suddenly. I can't even believe it. And here I am. In the middle of Alberta, essentially alone, unhappy and really wondering how I got here in the first place...
I still remember vividly, my first day of grade 1, finishing my work early and running out on to the playground completely alone, allowed to begin recess early and explore the school yard uninterrupted. That particular moment stands out so clear in my head. I remember thinking,
"Wow. The world is a big place. Look at all of this!"
Little did I know how big it really was, and all I would see in years to come.
That was well over 20 years ago. Are you serious? Or grade 6, smashing the bottoms of our desks with our knees when Mrs. Minken's back was turned, causing an annoying ruckus that would drive anyone nuts. Almost 15 years ago. Grade 9 dances, driver training...Then, my first introduction to alcohol and recreational drugs (only a couple reefer toots :P) in high school.
My my, how time flies. Thinking back how much I loathed going to school...heck I would give anything to be back in those care free days. No bills, work was actually fun at the Tower Theatre...cruising Broadway...driving to Manitoba to drink at the bar...cutting class to see a girl...
Then my decision to go to Calgary. The world suddenly seemed very large. Larger than I could ever imagine. Adjusting to big city life was a daunting task that lied ahead. I met so many new people, experienced many new things. Out on my own at last. And then I wonder...
Would I have changed anything if I could? I can't imagine how things would have turned out if I had made some different choices. Perhaps better. Maybe worse. I'll never know...that is, unless I can discover the secret of time travel and alternate dimensions.
I feel like things get more clear everyday. I continue to learn from my choices, and especially my mistakes. I feel like it is making me a better person. But I'm in a very transitional phase of my life. Cold hard reality has gripped me tightly...I'm getting older. It's an inevitable part of life. Heck, another 27 years and I'll be in my mid 50's... Sometimes, I feel more lost than ever. Are things really getting more clear? Because sometimes, it's so blurry I think I've lost a contact lens. Sometimes, I want to just lay down and give up. Everything seems to be a constant struggle.
What do I want to do with my life? Where do I want to be? What are my greatest desires? What is preventing me from already being there? What can I do to change this?
These are things that cross my mind everyday, and yet I fail to really sit down and contemplate these unanswered questions. And time goes by. Faster and faster everyday. I think it is time, for drastic change...I have a lot to figure out in the next little while. And I feel I can't put it off anymore. Life is too short, and time is too valuable for me to sit around in despair, or confusion.
Times they are a changing...and either I get left behind, or I grudgingly move forward, into the vast unknown. I realize again, the world is bigger then I ever imagined...
And it scares the hell out of me...
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