Random pimpage: another former Columbiatch who was one year behind me has started a blog. This one's not about poker though; it's about his impending fatherhood.
I want this blog to be about the experiences a dad goes through as a dad. I don't want to make you sick with how much I love my kid, or be a resource to fathers about the products available.As I told him, I'm not sure how much crossover appeal there will be, but he's a funny guy and decent writer, so check out Newdaddy.
[Edit: I have other friends with personal blogs too. For example, Another Fucking Wedding is a blog co-written by Chugarte describing the preparation for his wedding. Thankfully, I think the man with the raging Jew-fro is getting married in a few scant weeks, at which point I will eagerly look forward to his next personal blog, Another Fucking Divorce.]
Now on to today's troubling hand.
20/40 limit holdem. You've been at the table for maybe 30 minutes, and watched it for enough time prior to that to know that it's loose but only a few people really seem to know what they're doing. MP, one of the less insane players, open-raises and is called by the button and the small blind, each of whom have shown the ability to make such calls with sub-optimal cards.
You're in the big blind with TT. There doesn't seem to be much value to making it three bets with this crew (nobody will fold and you're out of position), so you call the raise and take a four-handed flop of Ad-2c-6d.
Small blind checks, you check. MP bets, but you sense weakness from his bet. The button folds and the small blind calls before you go for the old check-raise. MP doesn't seem thrilled but calls the raise, and then the small blind throws a big ol' monkey wrench in the works by making it three bets.