Yes, you read that correctly.
Mike Tyson's Punchout! was a game for the NES console. If you don't know what that is then (a) I feel sorry for you, and (b) you suck. If you had a NES and didn't play Punchout! then you probably won't get what this post is about.
In the game, as with poker, you start off as an inexperienced fighter looking to make a name for yourself. In your first few matches you get your ass handed to you. They beat the shit out of you and laugh about it afterwards. After you play with them for a while, you begin to notice their tells. When you see a tell from them, you pounce on them and take the chance to kick their asses. With time and experience, you become the best in your league and decide to take a shot at a higher level.
Guess what happens?
Yup, you get your ass kicked again. If you get beat bad enough you have to step back down to your old level and work your way back again. Eventually in this higher level you start to learn your way around these guys (who are, of course, much tougher) and you start whooping ass. Once you've conquered this bunch of assholes it's time to step up again.
As you work your way up to being a world class player, you start to run into the guys who you were playing when you first started out. These guys have evolved their games, too, and you have to re-learn how to beat them. With time, practice, and training you finally become one of the best in the world.
Then you meet Mike Tyson and he obliterates you.
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For those of you who had trouble downloading or streaming the latest podcast I have to apologize. We've had nothing but issues with Podbean and their hosting since it started. I don't understand how these huge podcasts churn out an episode a day on there without issue but we have trouble with our little twice a month operation.
Anyway, it's all fixed now and you should be able to enjoy it. If anyone wants hard copies on disc or flash drive email me and we can work something out.
Drowning On The River: A Low Limit Poker Blog
Friday, March 09, 2012
Monday, February 06, 2012
Where The Hell Have You Been?
Well, as usual I've gotten lazy. I see I haven't posted a blog post since before Christmas. I've had a few irons in the fire (so to speak) and I haven't been playing regularly enough to justify regular postings.
As most of you are aware, I have re-booted the CPMG podcasting machine. My friend Eddie J did a series of podcasts years ago (he was ahead of his time) but nothing much came out of it. I decided the time was right to revisit the concept but with a more organic flow. Ugh, I hate that I even typed the words "organic flow". Anyway, I asked our Organizer Supreme Mr. Data to give it a go and it seems to be fairly popular. We decided to get Colin on and do a cash game 'cast first as cash seems to be king lately and it would provide a good wealth of material to discuss. I was surprised at how well things have jelled with us.
John and I make a decent team, I think. He does a lot of show prep, including making a list of hands and questions for the guests. I do little to no prep, I just let it fly and see what happens. It seems to be working well, he fills in the gaps in conversation with ease and plays the straight man to my jokes. Hopefully it picks up steam and we can keep it going as a regular thing. John recently decided to spring for the hosting fee (currently $30/year) despite my offering to pay for half. He felt I was in enough already since I had purchased the microphone ($58 on Amazon with free shipping) and was doing all the tech work. If it gets to where we need more bandwidth I'll definitely be kicking in to cover our usage. We're even listed with iTunes now and seem to be drawing in listeners from there. In three days we had over 80 downloads on our podcasts and almost 100 site hits. I'd say that's pretty good for two goofballs working on a shoestring budget.
If you want to check it out for yourself, go to http://cpmgpodcast.podbean.com
The link will also be added to the links section next to this post.
As for poker itself, I've stopped playing NLHE completely for cash. I'm also whittling my tournament time down and concentrating on rebuilding my ravaged bankroll. A little advice to you out there - don't have kids. Kids are bankroll kryptonite. I've had to dip into it a few times now to cover presents, birthday gifts, etc since business has been slow. My roll is pretty much evaporated, so it's time to stop playing for a while.
Kirsten and I are planning on taking an epic road trip for my birthday. It's been two years since I was in Vegas and I really want to go again. With airfare so high right now, we decided to rent a car and drive to Nevada and back. We're going to head through the South, stopping along the way in Texas and ending up in LV. On the way back I believe we're going to take the Northern route and stop and see a few things I missed on my Reno road trip with Greg. This trip means a lot to me, and in order for me to enjoy it properly I need to concentrate on saving up my bankroll instead of playing. Willpower isn't my strong point, so we'll see how it works out. I am currently planning on taking $3200-3600 with me (part of which will cover expenses too).
So, for the time being, look for irregular updates and the occasional podcast link.
As most of you are aware, I have re-booted the CPMG podcasting machine. My friend Eddie J did a series of podcasts years ago (he was ahead of his time) but nothing much came out of it. I decided the time was right to revisit the concept but with a more organic flow. Ugh, I hate that I even typed the words "organic flow". Anyway, I asked our Organizer Supreme Mr. Data to give it a go and it seems to be fairly popular. We decided to get Colin on and do a cash game 'cast first as cash seems to be king lately and it would provide a good wealth of material to discuss. I was surprised at how well things have jelled with us.
John and I make a decent team, I think. He does a lot of show prep, including making a list of hands and questions for the guests. I do little to no prep, I just let it fly and see what happens. It seems to be working well, he fills in the gaps in conversation with ease and plays the straight man to my jokes. Hopefully it picks up steam and we can keep it going as a regular thing. John recently decided to spring for the hosting fee (currently $30/year) despite my offering to pay for half. He felt I was in enough already since I had purchased the microphone ($58 on Amazon with free shipping) and was doing all the tech work. If it gets to where we need more bandwidth I'll definitely be kicking in to cover our usage. We're even listed with iTunes now and seem to be drawing in listeners from there. In three days we had over 80 downloads on our podcasts and almost 100 site hits. I'd say that's pretty good for two goofballs working on a shoestring budget.
If you want to check it out for yourself, go to http://cpmgpodcast.podbean.com
The link will also be added to the links section next to this post.
As for poker itself, I've stopped playing NLHE completely for cash. I'm also whittling my tournament time down and concentrating on rebuilding my ravaged bankroll. A little advice to you out there - don't have kids. Kids are bankroll kryptonite. I've had to dip into it a few times now to cover presents, birthday gifts, etc since business has been slow. My roll is pretty much evaporated, so it's time to stop playing for a while.
Kirsten and I are planning on taking an epic road trip for my birthday. It's been two years since I was in Vegas and I really want to go again. With airfare so high right now, we decided to rent a car and drive to Nevada and back. We're going to head through the South, stopping along the way in Texas and ending up in LV. On the way back I believe we're going to take the Northern route and stop and see a few things I missed on my Reno road trip with Greg. This trip means a lot to me, and in order for me to enjoy it properly I need to concentrate on saving up my bankroll instead of playing. Willpower isn't my strong point, so we'll see how it works out. I am currently planning on taking $3200-3600 with me (part of which will cover expenses too).
So, for the time being, look for irregular updates and the occasional podcast link.
Friday, December 02, 2011
Oh Give Me A Home Where The Cashalo Roam
(this post dedicated to the creative stylings of Matt G who did not write nor endorse this post)
Dusk was nearly upon them. Their horses were thirsty and tired. The trod along slowly, taking in the scenery. It had been another long, lonely day roaming the plains of the mighty Cuyahoga, herding and protecting their charges.
Ole Grayday stopped and gazed at the spot where a fence was being erected. He heaved a long sigh. He was a grizzled old veteran, his skin sunbleached and weathered like the leather hat that sat haphazardly on his head. He looked over at his partner.
"Damn shame, that is..." he said, motioning toward the fence.
"Yup. Remember when you couldn't have put a fence there 'cause there was so many cashalo around here? It'd be trampled near instantly".
His partner Matt G was younger but just as battle weary. He had a scar on his face from his first week on the job, a large and unwieldy cashalo charged him and bashed him up pretty bad. He had considered quitting right there but Ole Grayday convinced him otherwise. He shifted his weight on his horse.
"C'mon, let's take this old war horses over to McCarthy's Creek and wet 'em down" said Matt.
"Whatever".
They steered their horses over to the creek and gazed out at Nautica Ranch. Once, years ago, the ranch had been teeming with cashalo (Cash Buffalo). There were so many wandering around you couldn't keep track. Then the hunters came, killing more and more cashalo without letting any of them recover or letting them reproduce. After years of non stop killing, the cashalo had all but vanished. The few that remained were not very desirable. They were tough to kill and there wasn't much meat on them. The hunters had started turning on each other, fighting over the few cashalo that were worth killing.
Ole Grayday mused out loud.
"I remember when this place was PACKED. ALL cashalo, as far as you could see. We could eat like kings for days courtesy of one large cashalo. We'd take our time, make sure we did it gently. We'd spend hours cooking the meat and storing it away. Now they strip them like pirhana. Savages..."
Work was drying up for professional cashalo rustlers like Matt and Ole Grayday.
"Hey Grayday, you ever think of heading over to one of the tuffalo ranches?" Tuffalo (Tournament Buffalo) were looked down upon by the cashalo hunters. Tuffalo tended to be much smaller, harder to strip clean. It took forever to deplete a tuffalo. Cashalo hunters wanted big game and large hauls, not small packets.
"Fuck that" he said. "I'll go to fuckin' Rivers first".
Rivers was the last of the golden hunting grounds that was anywhere near where they were. Matt and Grayday often spent weeks up there chasing game. Even there the hunting was getting tough and the scores getting smaller.
The tuffalo ranches were thriving though. They had plenty of meat, it was just smaller and less filling. You had to slaughter a lot more tuffalo to eat the same as you could have before. Matt wished the hunters had been more patient, had taken the time to help young cashalo grow and prosper rather then slather them with steak sauce as soon as they got big enough. No one wanted to nuture a cashalo. Even other cashalo hated their young. Whenever a calf would wander too close to the big game they would be beaten or shocked into running away.
The horses finished drinking and the two old sage ranchers looked at each other.
"Want to head over to Myers Ranch?" asked Ole Grayday.
"I guess."
The two horses trotted off toward Ridge Road. The faint voices of the two veterans could be heard on the breeze as they swapped stories of days gone by.
"That fuckin' bull hit a two outer on me!"
Dusk was nearly upon them. Their horses were thirsty and tired. The trod along slowly, taking in the scenery. It had been another long, lonely day roaming the plains of the mighty Cuyahoga, herding and protecting their charges.
Ole Grayday stopped and gazed at the spot where a fence was being erected. He heaved a long sigh. He was a grizzled old veteran, his skin sunbleached and weathered like the leather hat that sat haphazardly on his head. He looked over at his partner.
"Damn shame, that is..." he said, motioning toward the fence.
"Yup. Remember when you couldn't have put a fence there 'cause there was so many cashalo around here? It'd be trampled near instantly".
His partner Matt G was younger but just as battle weary. He had a scar on his face from his first week on the job, a large and unwieldy cashalo charged him and bashed him up pretty bad. He had considered quitting right there but Ole Grayday convinced him otherwise. He shifted his weight on his horse.
"C'mon, let's take this old war horses over to McCarthy's Creek and wet 'em down" said Matt.
"Whatever".
They steered their horses over to the creek and gazed out at Nautica Ranch. Once, years ago, the ranch had been teeming with cashalo (Cash Buffalo). There were so many wandering around you couldn't keep track. Then the hunters came, killing more and more cashalo without letting any of them recover or letting them reproduce. After years of non stop killing, the cashalo had all but vanished. The few that remained were not very desirable. They were tough to kill and there wasn't much meat on them. The hunters had started turning on each other, fighting over the few cashalo that were worth killing.
Ole Grayday mused out loud.
"I remember when this place was PACKED. ALL cashalo, as far as you could see. We could eat like kings for days courtesy of one large cashalo. We'd take our time, make sure we did it gently. We'd spend hours cooking the meat and storing it away. Now they strip them like pirhana. Savages..."
Work was drying up for professional cashalo rustlers like Matt and Ole Grayday.
"Hey Grayday, you ever think of heading over to one of the tuffalo ranches?" Tuffalo (Tournament Buffalo) were looked down upon by the cashalo hunters. Tuffalo tended to be much smaller, harder to strip clean. It took forever to deplete a tuffalo. Cashalo hunters wanted big game and large hauls, not small packets.
"Fuck that" he said. "I'll go to fuckin' Rivers first".
Rivers was the last of the golden hunting grounds that was anywhere near where they were. Matt and Grayday often spent weeks up there chasing game. Even there the hunting was getting tough and the scores getting smaller.
The tuffalo ranches were thriving though. They had plenty of meat, it was just smaller and less filling. You had to slaughter a lot more tuffalo to eat the same as you could have before. Matt wished the hunters had been more patient, had taken the time to help young cashalo grow and prosper rather then slather them with steak sauce as soon as they got big enough. No one wanted to nuture a cashalo. Even other cashalo hated their young. Whenever a calf would wander too close to the big game they would be beaten or shocked into running away.
The horses finished drinking and the two old sage ranchers looked at each other.
"Want to head over to Myers Ranch?" asked Ole Grayday.
"I guess."
The two horses trotted off toward Ridge Road. The faint voices of the two veterans could be heard on the breeze as they swapped stories of days gone by.
"That fuckin' bull hit a two outer on me!"
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Another Classic Fall
This is my (tardy) Fall Classic report. I haven't been blogging as much due to a distinct downswing in my playing time. I've been working full time and dealing cards (sometimes two nights a week) and haven't had time to do what I'd WANT to do - which is camp out at the Rivers $4/8 limit. I did manage to free up a Saturday night and headed to TK's in Seville for the CPMG Fall Classic™.
I wasn't going to play originally. $200 is a bit to plunk down (especially when you've been playing dead awful) but I decided to give it a go after receiving some backing for half my buy-in. Apparantly someone in the group decided lighting $100 on fire would be fun so they offered it to me.
In the first few levels I played pretty well. I made a few hands, built a decent stack. Then came UNREASONABLY LARGE HAND I SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN IN #1. We're in the $75/150 level I believe and T. Meats raises to around $700. Diablo three bets him to $1700. Julie calls. I know for a fact Meat will squeeze here, it's too much money and he doesn't want to play the hand four ways. I call with 7-7. Meats four bets to $5100. Diablo calls. Julie, oddly, folds. I know that (a) I am behind, (b) I am closing the preflop action, and (c) my stack can take the hit if I am wrong. There's so much in there that I decide to call. The flop is K-6-7 two hearts. Now, my preflop thought is that Meat is either on AA or AK, and I figure if I check raise him he's very likely to fold as he would suspect I seriously outflopped him. I decide to open/shove my stack in. Meat snap calls. Diablo reluctantly folds and I show the bad news. Meat has AK and is drawing dead on the turn. I scoop the pot and then decide to needle the living shit out of the loser afterwards. A few people commented to me how class-less and uncouth I was behaving, but I have been dealing with Meats for YEARS and feel I've earned the right to thoroughly enjoy his misery. I capped the display by raking in the pot and rubbing his chips all over myself before stacking them. (ewww, right?).
I also manage to cripple and then stack Grayday with AA. I raised him preflop, flop was J-7-3 with two clubs. I am first to act and C-bet only to have him raise the shit out of me. I can't flat - it's either push or fold. I am seriously close to folding but ultimately decide my stack can survive the hit if I'm wrong. I shove and he calls with AJ and I stack him.
Then, I played UNREASONABLY LARGE HAND I SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN IN #2. From the button I raise to $5k with 89d. I only have to get through Cleveland Josh and Rufe to collect the blinds so I'm not worried about it. Josh does more nitting than a Chinese factory worker and if Rufe played any tighter he would squeak when he walked. Josh shoves on me, 28k more. Rufe folds and I find myself in a spot. Normally any decent player would fold. I convince myself that the only way to pry chips out of Josh is to get it in worst, which I do. I turn an 8 and brick the river and his QQ doubles up and I officially enter the DP Blowup. I run my stack down low and after the final break I have only 20k left. I get it in on the last hand of the night with K9 (6 handed) and of course Jen wakes up with QQ in the big blind and I am out.
I played really shitty and couldn't take my foot off the gas after running my stack up to 94k at one point. The only reason I didn't cash is because I played stupid and took risks I didn't have to. I made a bad call and it cascaded into more bad plays. I CAN lay blame on the one player at the table that always seems to have my number. This guy is fucking horrible and runs me down every time. I can't shake him off a hand most of the time and he's dead awful.
That'd be me.
In my next blog I will be doing a "Q&A with DP". Email/text/FB msg me your questions and I will post them along with whatever bullshit answers I have.
I wasn't going to play originally. $200 is a bit to plunk down (especially when you've been playing dead awful) but I decided to give it a go after receiving some backing for half my buy-in. Apparantly someone in the group decided lighting $100 on fire would be fun so they offered it to me.
In the first few levels I played pretty well. I made a few hands, built a decent stack. Then came UNREASONABLY LARGE HAND I SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN IN #1. We're in the $75/150 level I believe and T. Meats raises to around $700. Diablo three bets him to $1700. Julie calls. I know for a fact Meat will squeeze here, it's too much money and he doesn't want to play the hand four ways. I call with 7-7. Meats four bets to $5100. Diablo calls. Julie, oddly, folds. I know that (a) I am behind, (b) I am closing the preflop action, and (c) my stack can take the hit if I am wrong. There's so much in there that I decide to call. The flop is K-6-7 two hearts. Now, my preflop thought is that Meat is either on AA or AK, and I figure if I check raise him he's very likely to fold as he would suspect I seriously outflopped him. I decide to open/shove my stack in. Meat snap calls. Diablo reluctantly folds and I show the bad news. Meat has AK and is drawing dead on the turn. I scoop the pot and then decide to needle the living shit out of the loser afterwards. A few people commented to me how class-less and uncouth I was behaving, but I have been dealing with Meats for YEARS and feel I've earned the right to thoroughly enjoy his misery. I capped the display by raking in the pot and rubbing his chips all over myself before stacking them. (ewww, right?).
I also manage to cripple and then stack Grayday with AA. I raised him preflop, flop was J-7-3 with two clubs. I am first to act and C-bet only to have him raise the shit out of me. I can't flat - it's either push or fold. I am seriously close to folding but ultimately decide my stack can survive the hit if I'm wrong. I shove and he calls with AJ and I stack him.
Then, I played UNREASONABLY LARGE HAND I SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN IN #2. From the button I raise to $5k with 89d. I only have to get through Cleveland Josh and Rufe to collect the blinds so I'm not worried about it. Josh does more nitting than a Chinese factory worker and if Rufe played any tighter he would squeak when he walked. Josh shoves on me, 28k more. Rufe folds and I find myself in a spot. Normally any decent player would fold. I convince myself that the only way to pry chips out of Josh is to get it in worst, which I do. I turn an 8 and brick the river and his QQ doubles up and I officially enter the DP Blowup. I run my stack down low and after the final break I have only 20k left. I get it in on the last hand of the night with K9 (6 handed) and of course Jen wakes up with QQ in the big blind and I am out.
I played really shitty and couldn't take my foot off the gas after running my stack up to 94k at one point. The only reason I didn't cash is because I played stupid and took risks I didn't have to. I made a bad call and it cascaded into more bad plays. I CAN lay blame on the one player at the table that always seems to have my number. This guy is fucking horrible and runs me down every time. I can't shake him off a hand most of the time and he's dead awful.
That'd be me.
In my next blog I will be doing a "Q&A with DP". Email/text/FB msg me your questions and I will post them along with whatever bullshit answers I have.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Poker and I Decide To Hang Out A Little
I was on my own last weekend and decided that I would play a little poker for a change (since I had done little of that lately). I have been dealing once a week but haven't been at a cash game since TK had his 8 game a few weeks ago. I decided to play Data's Poker After Dark on Saturday night.
I got there in time for the start and was treated to an 8 handed game instead of 9 due to some late cancellations. No matter, I was ready. I started off well, raising a few hands and taking down flops uncontested. My competition was a nitfest - Data, Jamie, Meats, Rufe, Mark H and then for some action Randy and Tuttle. I snapped it off in Mark early on in what was considered a controversial hand. There was a raise preflop (can't remember who it was - I believe Meats) and I called with 3-5c, despite my poker coach's repeated admonitions about suited garbage. The flop came 2-4-6 two spades. I check/raised my hand and Mark came along. The turn brought the third spade, but I decided to bet anyway because I'm an idiot. I slammed it in and Mark snap called me. I tossed my cards in and said "You're good", and Mark showed a set of 6's no spade. I immediately retrieved my cards despite Mark's protest that I had mucked. Data ruled that in an all-in situation the cards get turned up no matter if they are mucked or not. My straight held and he was broke. He left in a bit of a huff, and I guess I understand why. When he called so fast I assumed he had the flush but he didn't and I got off on a technicality.
After that it was a lot of up and down. I was getting playable hands but missing flops, and then I ran my AA into Data's set of 8's to double him up. I was getting frustrated. I raised preflop with ATh and got a few callers. The flop was A-T-4 one heart. I bet the flop as I usually would after a raise and got Jamie to call. The turn was the Jh, giving me Broadway and nut flush draws along with top two. I bet again and Jamie raised me. I shoved all-in and he tanked. He finally called and showed AQ off. I flushed on the river but I didn't need it. I whittled my stack away again and was getting short when I got into a cluster with Jamie. I had looked at him and gotten the feeling that he was going to raise his BB if I just limped. I decided if I had a hand I was going to pound him. It folded to me in the SB and I raised with 44. He stalled as he was grabbing raising chips and I grabbed my stack while he wasn't looking. He raised and I instantly shoved in on him. He quickly called and showed JJ. Ooops! 4 on the flop, quads on the turn. From there I ran my stack up to about 60k and just played well. I busted Rufe when he shoved with QJ and I called with K9s. After Jamie bubbled Data and I played heads up. It was over fairly quick. I raised with A4s from the button. He three bet me. I expected him to be very aggressive and he had been, so I decided to four bet shove. He snaps and shows AK. 4 on the river and I have him crippled. A few hands later he put it in with 67 against my K9 and hit a 6. Then he open/shoved with 97 on a steal and I called with K9d. My K held up and I took down $360.
Sunday I decided to play Pete's $1/2 since I had won the tournament and could afford a buy-in. Within the first few orbits I doubled up. I raised preflop to $12 with AKs. Four people called. Flop was 10 high with 2 spades. Adam led out for $40 and I shoved on him. He snap called and rolled over QT off no spade. Bink! 2s on the turn and I scoop. I took a few medium pots from there until I called Hiphop's all-in with KQ. Flopped a Q and it was good against his AK. The last big pot I was in involved Adam again. He made it $8 preflop and I called from the BB with 93c. Couple other people peeled the flop as well. Flop was K-Q-4 two clubs. It checked to Adam who bet $15. I called and everyone else bailed. Turn was a 9. I checked and Adam bet $40. I called. River was another 9. I missed my flush but I was sure trips was good. I let out for $100, making it look like I missed my clubs. He quickly called and I showed him the 9's. He mucked and shipped me $100 more. I played a few more orbits and cashed out +$430.
I run good once in a while I guess.
I got there in time for the start and was treated to an 8 handed game instead of 9 due to some late cancellations. No matter, I was ready. I started off well, raising a few hands and taking down flops uncontested. My competition was a nitfest - Data, Jamie, Meats, Rufe, Mark H and then for some action Randy and Tuttle. I snapped it off in Mark early on in what was considered a controversial hand. There was a raise preflop (can't remember who it was - I believe Meats) and I called with 3-5c, despite my poker coach's repeated admonitions about suited garbage. The flop came 2-4-6 two spades. I check/raised my hand and Mark came along. The turn brought the third spade, but I decided to bet anyway because I'm an idiot. I slammed it in and Mark snap called me. I tossed my cards in and said "You're good", and Mark showed a set of 6's no spade. I immediately retrieved my cards despite Mark's protest that I had mucked. Data ruled that in an all-in situation the cards get turned up no matter if they are mucked or not. My straight held and he was broke. He left in a bit of a huff, and I guess I understand why. When he called so fast I assumed he had the flush but he didn't and I got off on a technicality.
After that it was a lot of up and down. I was getting playable hands but missing flops, and then I ran my AA into Data's set of 8's to double him up. I was getting frustrated. I raised preflop with ATh and got a few callers. The flop was A-T-4 one heart. I bet the flop as I usually would after a raise and got Jamie to call. The turn was the Jh, giving me Broadway and nut flush draws along with top two. I bet again and Jamie raised me. I shoved all-in and he tanked. He finally called and showed AQ off. I flushed on the river but I didn't need it. I whittled my stack away again and was getting short when I got into a cluster with Jamie. I had looked at him and gotten the feeling that he was going to raise his BB if I just limped. I decided if I had a hand I was going to pound him. It folded to me in the SB and I raised with 44. He stalled as he was grabbing raising chips and I grabbed my stack while he wasn't looking. He raised and I instantly shoved in on him. He quickly called and showed JJ. Ooops! 4 on the flop, quads on the turn. From there I ran my stack up to about 60k and just played well. I busted Rufe when he shoved with QJ and I called with K9s. After Jamie bubbled Data and I played heads up. It was over fairly quick. I raised with A4s from the button. He three bet me. I expected him to be very aggressive and he had been, so I decided to four bet shove. He snaps and shows AK. 4 on the river and I have him crippled. A few hands later he put it in with 67 against my K9 and hit a 6. Then he open/shoved with 97 on a steal and I called with K9d. My K held up and I took down $360.
Sunday I decided to play Pete's $1/2 since I had won the tournament and could afford a buy-in. Within the first few orbits I doubled up. I raised preflop to $12 with AKs. Four people called. Flop was 10 high with 2 spades. Adam led out for $40 and I shoved on him. He snap called and rolled over QT off no spade. Bink! 2s on the turn and I scoop. I took a few medium pots from there until I called Hiphop's all-in with KQ. Flopped a Q and it was good against his AK. The last big pot I was in involved Adam again. He made it $8 preflop and I called from the BB with 93c. Couple other people peeled the flop as well. Flop was K-Q-4 two clubs. It checked to Adam who bet $15. I called and everyone else bailed. Turn was a 9. I checked and Adam bet $40. I called. River was another 9. I missed my flush but I was sure trips was good. I let out for $100, making it look like I missed my clubs. He quickly called and I showed him the 9's. He mucked and shipped me $100 more. I played a few more orbits and cashed out +$430.
I run good once in a while I guess.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Adventures In Civic Duty
SPOILER: There is NO poker content in this blog post. It also a very long post about my jury duty experience. If you're easily bored then I suggest heading over to Grayday's blog for a bit.
So, as most of you are aware I was pressed into jury service a couple of weeks ago. I've been called before for various municipalities but never even had to show up before. I blew it off once, taking a 90 day postponement because I had to work and summer is busy time. Since I was "between jobs" I decided not to postpone again and just showed up. I had heard that I'd likely get cut loose by Wednesday since it probably wouldn't be busy.
For those of you that have never had the pleasure, anyone who is a licensed driver OR registered voter is a potential juror for the Cuyahoga County Court of Common Pleas. They tell you on the summons that service is minimum 5 days. I had no idea whatsoever what I was getting into, so I showed up day one with 209 other upstanding residents of our county with only my iPod and $5 in my pocket. We got hustled into a room where we had to scan our summons in, show ID, and get our pamphlet explaining just how much bullshit you were in for. Then you get herded across the hall into the jury holding pen (AKA "The Pit"). You're allowed to roam and graze but you cannot leave the penned in area lest you be poached.
After a half hour of sitting around we were treated to a badly shot video from the late 80's about how jury service works. We also got to talk to an actual judge (who came down from up on high to speak to us common folk in our own language - how quaint!). I decided that it was a mistake not to have a book, iPhone charger, newspaper, etc to keep me entertained. After an hour of drudgery they began calling names. The process is pretty simple - they call roughly double the jurors they need and march you up to the courtroom's jury deliberation room. You wait there until they muster you and march you into the courtroom. Sometimes the cases settle and you just sit there until they release you back to The Pit. Lucky me, our case was a go. Luckier me, I was in the first 12. This meant I got to sit in the jury box and not the gallery.
Our group got marched into the courtroom of Judge McGinty and were seated in the box. The next step in the process is the "voir dire (french for 'speak the truth')" . During voir dire, the lawyers for the prosecution and defense list their witnesses and go over the charges, and they ask the jury questions to make sure you don't know anyone involved in the case. Our case turned out to be a pretty big one. The defendant was a 49 year old guy from Lakewood who met a 17 year old mentally handicapped girl online and ended up inviting himself over to her house repeatedly and coercing her into sex. I was pretty sure I would get excused from the jury, as I mentioned during the questioning that I knew someone who is currently serving time for something similar. The judge brought up that we would be shown videos that the defendant made of the encounters he had with the girl. A few people were visibly rattled by this, one kid was excused after saying he thought the defendant was disgusting. Several of the women waffled on being able to watch the videos but the judge was reluctant to excuse people. The defense and prosecutors took turns excusing jurors until we got a break around 4PM. During the break, one of the alternates decided he was done and left. When we got back up the courtroom he got called and wasn't there. They couldn't skip over him, so the judge excused us for the night. Instead of getting jury selection done in one day we had to come back. We were all admonished not to dicuss details with anyone and then we were cut loose.
Day two I decided to bring some stuff to amuse me since I was expecting to be excused. I had my phone, charger, a deck of cards, newspaper, etc. We were supposed to be there by 9AM to be called up to finish jury selection. We were called up at 9 and had to wait until 10 to get into the courtroom. The lawyers excused all the alternates we had, so 6 more people were called up. (We originally had 22 people to fill 15 seats - 12 jurors and three alternates). We cycled through all of them until the lawyers ran out of challenges and we were down to 15. Oddly, I made the jury. After lunch we were given notebooks and the prosection opened. Trial is nothing like on TV. The courtroom was surprisingly small and stuffy and the testimony was droll. Questions were asked over and over, the amount of repetition is mind numbing.
The first witness we saw was the victim. She was definitely "off", you could tell something wasn't right with her. She broke down crying at one point and we had to take a break. The crux of the case was that she was too impaired to understand she was being taken advantage of. The defense cross was very weak, they didn't want to attack her and make the defendant look like more of a scumbag. After a few more witnesses we got excused for the day again. Day 3 was probably the most boring of all. We had to listen to cop after cop testify to the same exact things - where they served the search warrant, what they seized, what their training was, etc etc. I was so bored I had to drink copious amounts of coffee to stay awake.
Day 4 was the most "controversial" day of all. That was the day we got the meat of the testimony from the main detective on the case. They showed us a power point presentation listing the videos the idiot defendant had made of himself. Each video was broken down for us and we were only shown key points. The judge and lawyers had decided not to make us sit through all 90 minutes of it and instead we got "bullet points". Then we were treated to the defendant's wedding video (he forced the victim to marry him when the cops got involved because he thought she wouldn't be able to testify against him at trial). We also got to see a video of his police interview where he babbled on and on about how he knew she was hanicapped but he didn't think he was doing anything wrong. There was an expert witness that testified as to how the girl was exceedingly naive and vulnerable to control. I made a point of paying little attention to the videos. I knew the other jurors were taking a ton of notes and I felt it was more important to watch the reactions of the defendant, the witnesses, etc as the videos played. People give you their most honest reactions when they don't feel like they are being watched and every set of eyes except mine was on the video presentations. The defendant at time rolled his eyes, had a smirk on his face, or was otherwise not reacting like someone who believed he was in some serious shit. After the dog and pony show we were released for the night. The judge promised us we would have the case by Friday to start deliberating.
Day 5 (Friday) was supposed to go quick. The defense was not planning on actually putting on a defense, so we should've been getting the closing arguments fairly quickly. Instead we sat around until almost noon waiting to be called in. When we finally were marched in, we sat down and the defense rested it's case. Then we were immediately dismissed for lunch. We were in the courtroom less than 5 minutes in four hours. After lunch the closings began. The prosecution got to do the first and last closings. They opened with one prosecutor basically babbling for five minutes and resting. This was a dodge on their part - they gave the defense nothing good to rebut in their presentation. The defense was relatively short - they were gambling that the state simply hadn't proved it's case well enough. The defense rested and the final prosecution presentation started. This was much more polished, with another power point display and some theatrics on the part of the attorney. Finally we got to jury instructions, which was two and a half hours of the judge reading all 45 charges and the applicable laws and definitions to us. At 5 we were sent to pick a foreman before they would let us leave. Everyone wanted the school teacher on our panel to do it since she had been on a jury before but she refused. I finally volunteered and we broke for the night. Monday was a holiday so we had to come back Tuesday to deliberate.
On Tuesday I expected this to go quick. We all agreed on about half the charges - child porn (he had clearly made videos while she was underaged), tampering with evidence (when the police arrived to serve the warrant the criminal mastermind pried his hard drive out with a screwdriver and threw it out the window), and endangering a child (goes with the child porn). The sticking point turned out to be the rape and imposition charges - in order for him to be guilty we had to all agree the girl was too impaired to realize what she was doing. 10 of us agreed, 2 did not. One guy felt she wasn't that impaired and had "lured" the guy in. One of them was so spaced out she wasn't sure who did what and was confused about everything. We finally decided as a group to watch every video all the way through to see how she acted the whole time. After doing so the other two were convinced and we convicted him on all 45 counts. Once the verdict was read in court we were told we had to return for one more day but we weren't told why.
On Wednesday (Day 8) we arrived at 1PM and got called in. Since we had convicted the defendant was had to now decide if he was a violent sexual predator. We finally got told his criminal history - he had previous felony convictions for molesting an 8 year old boy, had dozens of arrests for indecent exposure, etc. We deliberated less than an hour and decided he was. Once everything was decided we were excused and got to meet the judge in his office. He told us about why the trial had been delayed and thanked us all for our service. We left confident we had done the right thing.
A week later the defendant was sentenced to 100 years to life in prison.
So, as most of you are aware I was pressed into jury service a couple of weeks ago. I've been called before for various municipalities but never even had to show up before. I blew it off once, taking a 90 day postponement because I had to work and summer is busy time. Since I was "between jobs" I decided not to postpone again and just showed up. I had heard that I'd likely get cut loose by Wednesday since it probably wouldn't be busy.
For those of you that have never had the pleasure, anyone who is a licensed driver OR registered voter is a potential juror for the Cuyahoga County Court of Common Pleas. They tell you on the summons that service is minimum 5 days. I had no idea whatsoever what I was getting into, so I showed up day one with 209 other upstanding residents of our county with only my iPod and $5 in my pocket. We got hustled into a room where we had to scan our summons in, show ID, and get our pamphlet explaining just how much bullshit you were in for. Then you get herded across the hall into the jury holding pen (AKA "The Pit"). You're allowed to roam and graze but you cannot leave the penned in area lest you be poached.
After a half hour of sitting around we were treated to a badly shot video from the late 80's about how jury service works. We also got to talk to an actual judge (who came down from up on high to speak to us common folk in our own language - how quaint!). I decided that it was a mistake not to have a book, iPhone charger, newspaper, etc to keep me entertained. After an hour of drudgery they began calling names. The process is pretty simple - they call roughly double the jurors they need and march you up to the courtroom's jury deliberation room. You wait there until they muster you and march you into the courtroom. Sometimes the cases settle and you just sit there until they release you back to The Pit. Lucky me, our case was a go. Luckier me, I was in the first 12. This meant I got to sit in the jury box and not the gallery.
Our group got marched into the courtroom of Judge McGinty and were seated in the box. The next step in the process is the "voir dire (french for 'speak the truth')" . During voir dire, the lawyers for the prosecution and defense list their witnesses and go over the charges, and they ask the jury questions to make sure you don't know anyone involved in the case. Our case turned out to be a pretty big one. The defendant was a 49 year old guy from Lakewood who met a 17 year old mentally handicapped girl online and ended up inviting himself over to her house repeatedly and coercing her into sex. I was pretty sure I would get excused from the jury, as I mentioned during the questioning that I knew someone who is currently serving time for something similar. The judge brought up that we would be shown videos that the defendant made of the encounters he had with the girl. A few people were visibly rattled by this, one kid was excused after saying he thought the defendant was disgusting. Several of the women waffled on being able to watch the videos but the judge was reluctant to excuse people. The defense and prosecutors took turns excusing jurors until we got a break around 4PM. During the break, one of the alternates decided he was done and left. When we got back up the courtroom he got called and wasn't there. They couldn't skip over him, so the judge excused us for the night. Instead of getting jury selection done in one day we had to come back. We were all admonished not to dicuss details with anyone and then we were cut loose.
Day two I decided to bring some stuff to amuse me since I was expecting to be excused. I had my phone, charger, a deck of cards, newspaper, etc. We were supposed to be there by 9AM to be called up to finish jury selection. We were called up at 9 and had to wait until 10 to get into the courtroom. The lawyers excused all the alternates we had, so 6 more people were called up. (We originally had 22 people to fill 15 seats - 12 jurors and three alternates). We cycled through all of them until the lawyers ran out of challenges and we were down to 15. Oddly, I made the jury. After lunch we were given notebooks and the prosection opened. Trial is nothing like on TV. The courtroom was surprisingly small and stuffy and the testimony was droll. Questions were asked over and over, the amount of repetition is mind numbing.
The first witness we saw was the victim. She was definitely "off", you could tell something wasn't right with her. She broke down crying at one point and we had to take a break. The crux of the case was that she was too impaired to understand she was being taken advantage of. The defense cross was very weak, they didn't want to attack her and make the defendant look like more of a scumbag. After a few more witnesses we got excused for the day again. Day 3 was probably the most boring of all. We had to listen to cop after cop testify to the same exact things - where they served the search warrant, what they seized, what their training was, etc etc. I was so bored I had to drink copious amounts of coffee to stay awake.
Day 4 was the most "controversial" day of all. That was the day we got the meat of the testimony from the main detective on the case. They showed us a power point presentation listing the videos the idiot defendant had made of himself. Each video was broken down for us and we were only shown key points. The judge and lawyers had decided not to make us sit through all 90 minutes of it and instead we got "bullet points". Then we were treated to the defendant's wedding video (he forced the victim to marry him when the cops got involved because he thought she wouldn't be able to testify against him at trial). We also got to see a video of his police interview where he babbled on and on about how he knew she was hanicapped but he didn't think he was doing anything wrong. There was an expert witness that testified as to how the girl was exceedingly naive and vulnerable to control. I made a point of paying little attention to the videos. I knew the other jurors were taking a ton of notes and I felt it was more important to watch the reactions of the defendant, the witnesses, etc as the videos played. People give you their most honest reactions when they don't feel like they are being watched and every set of eyes except mine was on the video presentations. The defendant at time rolled his eyes, had a smirk on his face, or was otherwise not reacting like someone who believed he was in some serious shit. After the dog and pony show we were released for the night. The judge promised us we would have the case by Friday to start deliberating.
Day 5 (Friday) was supposed to go quick. The defense was not planning on actually putting on a defense, so we should've been getting the closing arguments fairly quickly. Instead we sat around until almost noon waiting to be called in. When we finally were marched in, we sat down and the defense rested it's case. Then we were immediately dismissed for lunch. We were in the courtroom less than 5 minutes in four hours. After lunch the closings began. The prosecution got to do the first and last closings. They opened with one prosecutor basically babbling for five minutes and resting. This was a dodge on their part - they gave the defense nothing good to rebut in their presentation. The defense was relatively short - they were gambling that the state simply hadn't proved it's case well enough. The defense rested and the final prosecution presentation started. This was much more polished, with another power point display and some theatrics on the part of the attorney. Finally we got to jury instructions, which was two and a half hours of the judge reading all 45 charges and the applicable laws and definitions to us. At 5 we were sent to pick a foreman before they would let us leave. Everyone wanted the school teacher on our panel to do it since she had been on a jury before but she refused. I finally volunteered and we broke for the night. Monday was a holiday so we had to come back Tuesday to deliberate.
On Tuesday I expected this to go quick. We all agreed on about half the charges - child porn (he had clearly made videos while she was underaged), tampering with evidence (when the police arrived to serve the warrant the criminal mastermind pried his hard drive out with a screwdriver and threw it out the window), and endangering a child (goes with the child porn). The sticking point turned out to be the rape and imposition charges - in order for him to be guilty we had to all agree the girl was too impaired to realize what she was doing. 10 of us agreed, 2 did not. One guy felt she wasn't that impaired and had "lured" the guy in. One of them was so spaced out she wasn't sure who did what and was confused about everything. We finally decided as a group to watch every video all the way through to see how she acted the whole time. After doing so the other two were convinced and we convicted him on all 45 counts. Once the verdict was read in court we were told we had to return for one more day but we weren't told why.
On Wednesday (Day 8) we arrived at 1PM and got called in. Since we had convicted the defendant was had to now decide if he was a violent sexual predator. We finally got told his criminal history - he had previous felony convictions for molesting an 8 year old boy, had dozens of arrests for indecent exposure, etc. We deliberated less than an hour and decided he was. Once everything was decided we were excused and got to meet the judge in his office. He told us about why the trial had been delayed and thanked us all for our service. We left confident we had done the right thing.
A week later the defendant was sentenced to 100 years to life in prison.
Friday, October 14, 2011
"DP, Why Don't You Update Your Blog?"
I know it's been a bit since my last blog post. This is for a few reasons. One, I've played very little poker. I have attended a few small tournaments and a few mix cash games, but very little worth reporting on in here. Second, my last post might have been the best one I've ever made. It's a little hard to follow up. (Oh, for those of you who couldn't wait to tell Colin I was taking shots at him in my last post - grow up. I've never hidden behind a blog, if I want to take shots I'll do it in person. Learn to read. I clearly said more than once I feel he's one of the best cash players in the group). Third, I've been a busy boy. Since last we talked I have started a new job, spent two weeks on jury duty, and been dealing more poker than I've been playing.
I did attend Mr. Data's $4/8 O8 game a few weeks ago. That was a colossal clusterfuck. I took a marker to play (which I normally don't do, but the table seemed to be to my advantage). I ran myself -$310 in about 5 hours and was very close to tapping out (and driving off a bridge) when Jimmy Bunch arrived. I changed seats and began to dig myself out. By the end of the game I had paid off my markers (yes, that's more than one) and had $45 in profit. That stands as my biggest come back in a limit poker cash game. I could regale you with tales of Adam literally hitting every flop (I have never seen so many flopped full houses in my life, not to mention his straight flush and flopped quads). The guy runs God-like. For him, it's a bad beat when he DOESN'T flop the nuts. (that line courtesy of the Meats). I could describe my heroic comeback. What's important is I dug myself too deep a hole and somehow managed to get back out.
This was not the case at TK's this past week. I played his tournament and was actually doing very well when I just made a horrific decision and lost 90% of my stack. I had a good stack, Pyxis had moved all-in and Data re-shipped (I thought) to protect. For reasons I can't explain I put my stack in with 10-7d and got mutilated by his AA. It was a complete dissociative experience. The cash game didn't go very well either. We played 8 game (first time this year) and the 2-7 triple draw mauled me. Every time I made a draw Jen made one better. Twice I was dealt 2-3-4-7 to start and drew three bricks. I couldn't hit the broad side of a barn. I finally tapped down $200. I guess I shouldn't say I tapped, it was 5 AM and TK kicked us out.
I've also been dealing for a local game. Those of you who follow my blog and message board posts have already pointed out to me that it seems hypocritical for me to criticize certain home games and then go deal for one. As I pointed out - (1) I'm dealing not playing, and (2) I never said I wasn't a hypocrite. Deal with it.
I've also spent the past two weeks in Cuyahoga County Common Pleas Court empaneled on a jury for a juicy 45 county felony case. I won't post details here but if you ask me in person I will convey to you the tedium that is juror service. Surprisingly, I would do it again. I think I missed my calling, I would've made a hell of a public defender.
More blog posts will follow as I actually play more. I plan on attending the Fall Classic $200 two day Chop-a-ment and will keep everyone updated on my lack of progress as a player.
I did attend Mr. Data's $4/8 O8 game a few weeks ago. That was a colossal clusterfuck. I took a marker to play (which I normally don't do, but the table seemed to be to my advantage). I ran myself -$310 in about 5 hours and was very close to tapping out (and driving off a bridge) when Jimmy Bunch arrived. I changed seats and began to dig myself out. By the end of the game I had paid off my markers (yes, that's more than one) and had $45 in profit. That stands as my biggest come back in a limit poker cash game. I could regale you with tales of Adam literally hitting every flop (I have never seen so many flopped full houses in my life, not to mention his straight flush and flopped quads). The guy runs God-like. For him, it's a bad beat when he DOESN'T flop the nuts. (that line courtesy of the Meats). I could describe my heroic comeback. What's important is I dug myself too deep a hole and somehow managed to get back out.
This was not the case at TK's this past week. I played his tournament and was actually doing very well when I just made a horrific decision and lost 90% of my stack. I had a good stack, Pyxis had moved all-in and Data re-shipped (I thought) to protect. For reasons I can't explain I put my stack in with 10-7d and got mutilated by his AA. It was a complete dissociative experience. The cash game didn't go very well either. We played 8 game (first time this year) and the 2-7 triple draw mauled me. Every time I made a draw Jen made one better. Twice I was dealt 2-3-4-7 to start and drew three bricks. I couldn't hit the broad side of a barn. I finally tapped down $200. I guess I shouldn't say I tapped, it was 5 AM and TK kicked us out.
I've also been dealing for a local game. Those of you who follow my blog and message board posts have already pointed out to me that it seems hypocritical for me to criticize certain home games and then go deal for one. As I pointed out - (1) I'm dealing not playing, and (2) I never said I wasn't a hypocrite. Deal with it.
I've also spent the past two weeks in Cuyahoga County Common Pleas Court empaneled on a jury for a juicy 45 county felony case. I won't post details here but if you ask me in person I will convey to you the tedium that is juror service. Surprisingly, I would do it again. I think I missed my calling, I would've made a hell of a public defender.
More blog posts will follow as I actually play more. I plan on attending the Fall Classic $200 two day Chop-a-ment and will keep everyone updated on my lack of progress as a player.
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