Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Gauntlet: Thrown

Apparently, maintaining one blog and a busy social calendar while working for Old Whitey the Man Big Law Firm LLP was not enough for Crazy ol' "Dawn Summers". She and "the redhead" have started a poker blog called "I Had Outs". They claim that they're mostly going to whine about bad beats. I know, I know -- I too had to breathe slowly and deeply into a brown paper bag in order to contain and control my enthusiasm for their new venture.

I suppose I can hardly claim any sort of trademark protection for the title of their blog, as it's a frequently heard phrase in poker rooms the world over. Still, I had my suspicions where Dawn my have come up with this "ingenious" blog title. On more than one previous occassion, usually during car rides in which I was subjected to repeated lisentings of Clay Aiken that ended with me looking for the nearest sharp object to jam into my ears, I'd remarked how I think the phrase "I had outs" would be an appropriate elegy for my tombstone. Before I could press this matter with Dawn, however, I read her blog-introducing post:


Oh, and I should mention that any resemblance between this blog's title and F-train's planned tombstone inscription is entirely coincidental.

In fact, we never even heard that he was going to do that.

Actually, we've never even heard of F-Train.

Never one to be outdone, I've fashioned a time-travelling device out of a Mr. Pibb can, a necktie and some cat urine and plan to travel back in time to yesterday in order to commit suicide with a leap in front of an F-Train (ensuring that my timely demise will makes the local tabloids) and order my tombstone inscription before the inception of Dawn's new blog. If all goes well, I'll be dead yesterday and it will be all over this morning's papers.

Take that, Dawn Summers (if that is your real name)!

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L'Amour

I turn around, my eyes falling on...

... my wife. My wife is at home, what is she doing here? I'm double-gobsmacked. I look again. No, definitely her. She drove out to the casino. She's been sweating me from a safe distance for a couple of hours, not wanting to spook me. I can't fucking believe she's there. I love her. I know she loves me. And I know one more thing: I know her well enough to know that she didn't drive all this way unless she believed I was going to win.

Ryan's write-up of his final hand Friday night at Event No. 1 of the LA Poker Classic is fantastic, and not only because of his description of the great fucking call he made to win the damn thing.

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Saturday, January 21, 2006

Oh My.

Do we know the guy listed in first place from yesterday's Event No. 1 at the LA Poker Classic?

Why yes, yes we do.

Huge kudos to Ryan. And by proxy, I also suppose we should be congratulating that chick who guest-blogged for Pauly, as she and Ryan entered into a 5% swap. I'll take five and a half grand for busting out in the middle of the pack any day.

Congratulations, man. I wasn't kidding when I said I wanted to see you pull out a wad of winnings when I get to LA in a few weeks. Glad you took the thing home.

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Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Anatomy of a Bad Night

Two maddening sessions of razz where I dropped over 20 BBs sandwiched around a horrible misplay of AA in a $50 NL ring game, and the second razz session was downright cruel. I folded my first 15 hands and then caught the following three hands in a row.

Hand No. 1 - Q brings it in. I complete with 5-3 / 6. x-x / 4 raises me. Bring-in CALLS (?), so I make it 3 bets (this is clearly correct, as I most certainly have more than 33% equity even if the 4 has started A-2-4) and the 4 caps it. The idea is that we have somebody taking far the worst of it trapped between us, so pumping the pot is +EV for both of us. Bring-in CALLS (?) and I call.

x-x / Q-7
5-3 / 6-T
x-x / 4-6

The 6 that my opponent catches is a really bad card for me, but with so much money in the pot on third street, I can't fold here. 4-6 bets, we both call (I'd love to raise the Q and make him pay for his idiocy, but I don't have enough equity to do it this time with that ugly T on my board.)

x-x / Q-7-7
5-3 / 6-T-7
x-x / 4-6-8

Not sure what the right play is for me here. The Q is so far behind it's laughable, but my other opponent most likely has a made 8, as I doubt either the 6 or the 8 paired him. If I give them A-2 and A-3, respectively, my equity is about 25%. I guess a call is ok? (Pot: 9.5 BBs when action gets to me, and I will have to call 3 bets to show down the winning hand - unlikely that the Q will raise any street.)

x-x / Q-7-7-6
5-3 / 6-T-7-J
x-x / 4-6-8-4

I suppose the Q has picked up a 7 draw now. I'm now extremely far behind with my own rough seven draw, but there's no way to fold as there's 12.5 BBs in the pot by the time it gets back to me. Getting 12.5 to 1 on my money, as a roughly 7 to 1 underdog. The river gives me a 9; I check; the 8 checks; and the queen bets? I have to fold, as I can't beat the made 8. He calls. They show:

A-2 / 4-6-8-4 / 8
2-4 / Q-7-7-6 / J (?! Does he really think the 8 will fold to that bet? I don't understand how he could come on third street. Even if we have the worst possible starting hands, 6-5-4 and 4-3-2, he's still taking far, far the worst of it. Simply a dreadful play by the bring-in.)

No major mistakes on this hand for me, but it wound up costing me 4.5 BBs and I was behind the whole way.

THE VERY NEXT HAND:

I pick up 6-A / 4, AND two aces, a four and a six are the other low door cards. Awesome! An ace limps before I complete. A four behind me raises, the limper calls and this time I just call (probably should have pumped it again, but it wasn't clear that I had the best of it so I just called. I think this one is debatable.)

x-x / A-K
6-A / 4-T (here we go again!)
x-x / 4-3

The 4 bets, folding the king. I call. This is almost definitely a bad play. I need to fold here.

6-A / 4-T-5
x-x / 4-3-A

I like my hand, but I know the ace didn't pair him up. He might be paired on the 3, but he's most likely sitting on a huge draw (2-3 / 4-3-A or 3-5 / 4-3-A) or a made 6 or 7. If he has the made 6 or the unlikely wheel, I'm practically drawing dead; otherwise I'm either slightly ahead or slightly behind. By calling on fourth, I've gotten myself in trouble by having to come again on fifth.

6-A / 4-T-5-K
x-x / 4-3-A-5

There's too great a likelihood at this point that I'm drawing dead. He could easily have two pair, but he could just as easily have a made 6 or a wheel. I fold in disgust. Net loss: 3.5 BBs

THE VERY NEXT HAND:

I am last to act with 8-4 / 6. It folds through to the last low card before me (a 3) who completes. I raise. He calls and we are heads-up.

x-x / 3-4
8-4 / 6-J

He bets and I make what has to be a colossal mistake by folding. I think pot odds dictate I come again, especially since he may not have started with 3 good ones, but I need to re-read that section of Sklansky. Net loss: 1 BB.

That's 9 BBs in 3 hands. In razz, that's a huge swing. Add in the fact that I folded my first 15 hands (completing one on a steal that I had to fold), and that's approximately another 2 BBs. Total loss: 11 BBs in 20 hands. Oy.

Yah, I know there's this concept of variance, and I know the amount lost isn't much in the grand scheme of my bankroll. But given that I was playing small stakes all night, it was like a punch in the gut. I had finally gotten my small-stakes playing FT bankroll even for January, and then kaboom, we're back at the bottom of the hole. Total loss for the night was $220.

Kicked in the junk for sure. Though, some of it was self-administered.

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Sunday, January 15, 2006

Churning Mud

2006 isn't off on the right foot. I've been either giving up small losses, or barely breaking even, no matter the game I play. Today, I found a particularly juicy 3/6 razz game on Full Tilt, and managed to book a whole $4 profit over more than an hour. I was up a little, even, down a little, even, up a little, even. I just couldn't get anything going. It was the type of table where you expect some swings, because people don't understand that it's acceptable to fold sometimes. I just wish I could have strung a few hands together.

The $50NL tables haven't been going much better. I've been playing "frisky", and usually this winds up at some point with me blowing half my stack on a silly play. I need to get back to basics at these tables; just play solidly and let "the long run" do its thing. The problem is that I find playing like that terribly boring. The solution may be to either fund my FTP account again (I only have about $200 in there) or stop playing online altogether and concentrate instead on my live game.

It's tough impossible to find a live razz game, though, so I'll probably need to keep FTP funded for razz, at least.

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Saturday, January 14, 2006

And if I fall with all the strength I held inside
I wouldn't be standing alone tonight.


It's well past midnight, but I couldn't tell you whether it's closer to 2 or to 4. With one hand on the wheel and one hand on the gear shift, I'm charting no particular course along the Pacific Coast Highway. The top is down, giving us an unobstructed view of the full, luminous moon that hangs in the sky, just risen and impossibly big. Its ghostly light reflects off of eternal waves breaking upon the rocky cliff shore far beneath the highway -- waves that provide slightly perceptible white noise behind the thumping stereo bass. The chill on my face from the damp sea air whipping past the windshield as we streak through the night is invigorating, and the airy, feminine vocals of the trance blasting out of the stereo fill my soul up.

I glance over at her as she tosses her head back, her dark hair streaming, and laughs the laughter of pure joy. The sound of it brings a smile to my face. We are unfettered, we're together, and we're alive.

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Friday, January 13, 2006

Thankfully, Not Another Purple Heart

The Bronze Star Medal is awarded to any person who, while serving in any capacity in or with the Army of the United States after 6 December 1941, distinguished himself or herself by heroic or meritorious achievement or service, not involving participation in aerial flight, in connection with military operations against an armed enemy; or while engaged in military operations involving conflict with an opposing armed force in which the United States is not a belligerent party.

Congratulations, Sgt. Brother of F-Train. Now, what heroic or meritorious achievement or service did you perform to receive this distinction?

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Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Upcoming F-Train Station Stops

Jan 21 Jan 28: Borgata Winter Open, Borgata Hotel Casino & Spa, Atlantic City, NJ
Feb 10: Murderer's Row, Chez HDouble(?), Los Angeles, CA
Feb 12-13: LA Poker Classic, Commerce Casino, Commerce, CA
Mar 18: SXSW Blogger Invitational, "Adam's House", Austin, TX (not yet confirmed)
Jul 22: World Series Event #33, Rio Hotel and Casino, Las Vegas, NV

All aboard.

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Monday, January 09, 2006

I Have Only Four Words For You

Snakes on a plane.

Ok, I lied. I'll add "Happy New Year." And a quote from Homer Simpson:

"I saw this in a movie about a bus that had to speed around a city, keeping its speed over fifty and if its speed dropped, it would explode! I think it was called ... 'The Bus That Couldnt Slow Down.'"

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