Yet another night of being wide awake and headbusting adventures. I will be so glad when I am able to quit this God forsaken job I have, and am able to rejoin the rest of the day-walkers once again.
I haven't wrote since the NOLA update. Simply because...mmm...oh, shit. Duh...Im top mofo in lazyness.
Poker, well...I had a really bad session the other day. 5/10 half/half game. Was in Marksville, FYI. Due to previous comments that were wrote via facebook notes, I will not say much about the players, or the game structures there. Wait...man FUCK THAT.
I went and played a really DEEP game peoople. So deep that hell, I shouldnt have been playing it. There were maybe 2 other players at the table, excluding myself, that were good players. Rest...psh...no comment. So here I was sitting for short while everyone else had several G balls. No worries, I was overly confident in my ability to pick my spots and chip up on these whales.
Besides the fact that the floor guy was in no hurry to seat me, (probably due to my past comments) The game seemed very light in play. They still were opening WAY to much preflop...as due all morons. Your usual 6 callers. However, after flop...it was just showdown after showdown...until...drum roll please..........
OMAHA STARTED.....
OMFG...these guys are just...wow. That is one dangerous combo. Whales+omaha=land mines. It was so nasty to watch. The play was just terrible. I bluffed several spots on the river after check/check then a dumbazz leads out for maybe 1/4th the pot. Other than that....I couldnt win flips to save my life. Got it in with middle set vs AA and flush draw. These fucking tards host one of the deepest games in the state and they dont let the players run it twice. WTF. Horseshoe in shreveport lets them and its a 2/5 game!!
I guess that shows you that the Horseshoe actually cares about keeping there players happy, and hopes they come back to play at there establishment.
Whoa, sidetracked...so yeah, due to the fact that the place is fucking begging for my $5 rakes, we cant run it twice. Roasted...A on turn.
Abunch of other stuff happened as well...but I really dont want to write about it. Im just now getting over that whole ordeal. Really shitty time and donksville, USA.
Talk to monkey briefly over Facebook. Hes already rolling toward the holy land.
That dude is fucking WILD. Talking to me on facebook, playing a 90plyr sng, watching a movie, and DRIVING.....yes...D-R-I-V-I-N-G.
Good luck sir. God speed! Haha, but no, serious dude...be carefull.
Saw a house, well, a "vacation home" that can be rented for a month in vegas for $1700! 3 bedroom 2 bath!! If the house really looks like the pictures show...wow. Talk about a deal. Fully furnished...10 min. from strip. Hell yes. If any of you would like to get in on this for possibly NEXT summer let me know. I would like to try and book something sometime in Dec, or Jan. That would be the TITS!
Fly out, post at your own spot for 4 weeks....
"Oh, hang on bro, someones calling me...
Hello? Oh hey man whats up? Word. Shit....chillin at the house. Oh, nah man, Im at my house in VEGAS." BALLLLIN!!!
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Steaming...time to vent.
I really don't get it. I just...wow...I cannot get online tournament poker. Its fucking epic failure after failure.
Im sitting here playing the Hundo-Turbo...or whatever gay name Fulltilt has given this tournament. Just grinding away...pretty much coasting this whole tourny. 8 away from the $ I think. This clown from russia has been getting it in with shit like Q8, 10-4...just fucking trash...granted the way he gets it in is pretty slick...good spots to make plays, but with fucking trash!!! Against rocks...that havent played hands in like hours. AND WINS!!! Wins them all!!!
Im two away from the button with AJ of hearts. Standard raise. He calls from SB. HU with a flop of Jd-Jc-3d. He checks, I raise maybe 1/2 pot. He insta shoves.....pft...i mean...WTF is going on. Is anyone else folding here? Anyone? If you are out there please call me and explain this. Cause I called this sick fucker and I get to see 3's...pocket 3's. Ummm...did I do something to someone for this wicked, twisted karma slash bad luck slash bullshit to be happening to me?
I will say this. This sick shit is only going down in tournys. Cash is different. Ive been crushing the small stake HU games. Usually leaving the match up at least 3 buy-ins. Omaha is still up and down. Im still trying to make myself fold big hands. Its hard to fold small full-houses when transitioning from holdem. I know 90% by betting patterns alone that I have to be beat...but I end up calling none-the-less. Im getting better tho. Thats pretty much the only hole in my omaha game as of right now. I really hope to move up in stakes soon. Would like to be making thousands instead of hundreds in one session. But hey, wouldnt we all?
Side note...if any of you play call of duty / modern warfare 2 on xbox...my gamertag is R0njeremy24. I pretty much own. If your trying to come play with me and just have a friendly, fun time..pft...Fun? I stopped having fun in 03'. You want fun go play fucking teather ball. I bless em with headshots. Matter of fact. Going to fire up the box now...amongst other things to fire up...OH! DOH! lol
lat3r
Im sitting here playing the Hundo-Turbo...or whatever gay name Fulltilt has given this tournament. Just grinding away...pretty much coasting this whole tourny. 8 away from the $ I think. This clown from russia has been getting it in with shit like Q8, 10-4...just fucking trash...granted the way he gets it in is pretty slick...good spots to make plays, but with fucking trash!!! Against rocks...that havent played hands in like hours. AND WINS!!! Wins them all!!!
Im two away from the button with AJ of hearts. Standard raise. He calls from SB. HU with a flop of Jd-Jc-3d. He checks, I raise maybe 1/2 pot. He insta shoves.....pft...i mean...WTF is going on. Is anyone else folding here? Anyone? If you are out there please call me and explain this. Cause I called this sick fucker and I get to see 3's...pocket 3's. Ummm...did I do something to someone for this wicked, twisted karma slash bad luck slash bullshit to be happening to me?
I will say this. This sick shit is only going down in tournys. Cash is different. Ive been crushing the small stake HU games. Usually leaving the match up at least 3 buy-ins. Omaha is still up and down. Im still trying to make myself fold big hands. Its hard to fold small full-houses when transitioning from holdem. I know 90% by betting patterns alone that I have to be beat...but I end up calling none-the-less. Im getting better tho. Thats pretty much the only hole in my omaha game as of right now. I really hope to move up in stakes soon. Would like to be making thousands instead of hundreds in one session. But hey, wouldnt we all?
Side note...if any of you play call of duty / modern warfare 2 on xbox...my gamertag is R0njeremy24. I pretty much own. If your trying to come play with me and just have a friendly, fun time..pft...Fun? I stopped having fun in 03'. You want fun go play fucking teather ball. I bless em with headshots. Matter of fact. Going to fire up the box now...amongst other things to fire up...OH! DOH! lol
lat3r
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
New Orleans was NOT the big easy.
Ive been back from the circuit trip for about a week now. Sorry I havent updated since, just been busy around here and the ol lady was getting ready to go on a cruise with her family. Anwyways, Yeah...compaired to last year, this years trip was a complete FAIL. From what I can gather it was a mixture of bad spots by me, and the truly TERRIBLE players that lurk in the dirty south of N.O. I shall now branch off into the next paragraph and begin from A and go to Z. Buckle down, and excuse the language.
Well, to start things off, NOONE wanted to go with to make the roadtrip. I had some friends wanting to save $ to go to vegas right around now. I cant blame those people. Me however, Im not paying flight and hotel to travel all the way over to vegas to play 1/2. Not knocking it, just doesnt make since to me. Others that where ganna go ending up dumping all of their teeny tiny bankrolls before hand. So there I was. Me and Mr. GPS....and lots of tracks via IPOD. The tourny started at noon, plus if the registration line was like last year, you needed to be there at least an hour early. I think I left around 5:30am. Didnt hit any traffic from B.R.
Oh shit, wait...rewind...I got fucking owned in Washington parish. Apparently due to the economy being in a shit storm, all these bunkass towns are poppin bastards left and right. 6mph over the speed limit and your getting tagged buddy! I was passing a diesel over a bridge, along with 3 other cars...YES...THREE OTHERS!!!! When coming back down the bridge there is officer fuck face. Tagging me...the last mohegan of the pack. GREAT! Gettin that fixed as we speak you cock sucker!
After that ordeal, no more problems on the way in. Got into town I guess close to 10. Tried to park in the casino parking lot...OWNED. "Sorry sir, we are at maximum capacity." SHIT...another bad beat to tack on. Im really not familiar with the back roads of this area, so when I was told to find new parking, that was just music to my ears. I knew where my hotel was, but didnt pre pay for parking there. Made moves that way...think like 4 blocks down Poydras, right off Camp st. There she was...Queen & Crescent Hotel. Oh look...public parking right across the street in what seem to be a very nice building for just parking...SCORE. Until I see its almost $50 for 24hr parking. HOLY F#CK!!! Piss...oh well. Ticket please!
I grab all my stuff...well the one big gym bag full of clothes and my poker bag (the stringed bags that basketball players cary). Go down the elevators and am Now facing the opposite side of the building. Walk around wall to front exit... OMG. Its a bank. A very well dressed, upitty class bank...and I walk right through the lobby, bags in hand, making moves....PSH...How I roll. I piss excellence.
Hotel was nice. Bar out front...wi-fi. Unpacked and layed down for maybe an hour. Kept trying to get in touch with monkey. Fucker never answered.
"Ok, lets go knock out this registration crap." Whoa...yeah, line...bigger than last year. It was easily wrapped all the way back to the poker room. Line slow as piss at first, then they opened up all the computer stands at Douche Bags Cove. Little gay dudes walking by asking for "bevaragezzzz, cocktailzzzz". Was creepy...all the exagerated zzzz at the end of all there words was deffinitely engaging peripheral vision at all times. Better not ease up on Joe Joe.
As the line picked up noticed some of the Facebook posse'. Steve Frezer walked by making sure everyone had Players Cards and ID's. Monkey finally called and I gladly broke the news of the Guiness World Record line....and then he gets a gift from above....Steve hooks him up. FUCKER!!!
Dwyte Pilgrim walked up on the line with the "WTF" face. LMAO. Which by the way...Dude, I dont know if that was your ol lady with you. If so, NICE JOB!!!
That being said. I shall cover my own azz right now.
Ashley...I still love you. You are my little scoop of hotness. Do not kill me because I gave someone else a compliment.
Moving on...
I decided to go play cash until the tourny started. Only game open was 2/5. Long storty short, I could have raked in a 6-700 pot if I hadnt opened my big damn mouth. I flopped a gut shot...turned a pair with it, then river fired a big/ almost pot size bet. Dude tanked...well when he counted out 325 in green I honestly thought he was ganna call...so I tried to pop some lingo in their and play mind tricks. Yeah, didnt work...He called after that. SHIT!!!! Could have freerolled the tourny and still been up for the day. S.O.B!!!!!
Oh well...lesson learned. He later told me that the bet was perfect. He was folding. He was just counting to do so to save face when he laid down his big pair. I felt better knowing the bet itself wasnt getting called. Next time, Mouth stays zipped.
i actually chip back up almost to even before I leave. Thank GOD!!!
Tourny starts...Huge crowed. Im down in the middle. Table 52, seat 4. Terrible...from start to end...terrible. I found that my cash style of play was taking over to begin with. Playin hands that shouldnt be played. 3 bullet firing...just everything you were NOT suppose to do. I started off that way mainly cause from first glance...It looked like I was the best player at my table. I really thought I could own these fools. Well with a little mixture of card dead and donkatrons....that left me with 20% of my starting stack going into level 3 when I get moved to a new table.
Up to the stage again!!! Nice...to bad I have a garbage stack this time when I make my table entrance. I last maybe...MAYBE one more level. Get my A8 in UTG and get called by Button with 10's. He flops a set...turns a full. Later peoples.
I would rather sit here, not knowing what happened and just blame it on bad players and just running bad. Truth is...I should not have been playing that aggressive. I should have left cash game in the poker room. Everything that happened was my fault. I hate knowing that. Because now, I the only way to have personal resolution will be waiting for a whole year before I can go back to the same place and show that room that I can play. I can make deep runs. If dont get what Im saying, your just not a competitive person like I am , I guess.
Get ahold of monkey after I get roasted...come to find out...I lasted longer than he did. WHAT?? 8 hands monk? WOW! Shit happens....After he finished up online in his hotel, we made moves to try to Holy Grail of sushi out. We walk the somewhat humid/slighty warm, yet windy walk all the way down to the place...BOOM...another bad beat.
"Oh, hey guys...yeah, sorry...we dont open for another Hour and half..."
We both agreed he was way to excited to tell us that. Like he was waiting at the door to tell people, sorry...we dont want your money just yet.
We go to another spot, cajun food. My type of stuff as well. Really good food. I got alligator parmesian/ stuffed mushrooms, and a chocolate cake that would make you a diabetic in one bite.
We had good convo. Caught up on what has been happening poker related/and not. Made fun of our cracked out waitress and the starving buss boy that was no doubt eating all my left overs.
Then we get the gameplan of crushing sng's in our minds. Stroll over to the meat locker and slab out $125 with a $20 last longer. Get intro'd to "Smoke". Young guy from B.R. Cool as ice water. Im not a sng person at all...so I get chopped 3rd or 4th out. Go sign up for the nightly while Im having nothing else to do.
Hours go by of just killing time, and throwing the accassional dice when I walk past it.
Nightly begins. WOW...deck hits me in the face. Before the first level is over i have over 20k in chips. Started with 5k
End up meeting Bill here from the website! All of about 20 sec. Didnt shoot the shit or nothing...was straight up "Hey, your Joey? Oh hey, Im bill!" nice to meet you yada yada, and then didnt see him the rest of the night?! Dude, cold beers and good food next time. No doubt!
Get moved to smokes table. We owned that bitch! Moving in on weak 3x bets, check raising all in on weak c-bets...and everytime...showing the bluff. "Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, good for the game, weeeeeeee!!!!!" Hahaha
That was the funnest time at a table in a lonnnnng time.
Yeah, all this sounds like surely Joe Joe shipped it!
WRONG...bubbled...fucking....bubbled. Thank God I had saves with the 2 amigo's.
That ended at like, shit....almost 3am. I went straight to the hotel...grabbed a crown and coke from the bar on the way up and just relaxed. Strongest drink from a bartender ever FYI! Thank you sir!!!
Came back home the next day. yeah, yeah, I know...hit and run.
Couple of things made that call. Family, mothers day, ol lady stuff.
All n all it was a fun trip...not profitable to say the least, but fun still.
Okay, Its 5pm and I just woke up 2 hours ago and starving. Ill update again tom. about some good online runs here lately.
lat3r
Well, to start things off, NOONE wanted to go with to make the roadtrip. I had some friends wanting to save $ to go to vegas right around now. I cant blame those people. Me however, Im not paying flight and hotel to travel all the way over to vegas to play 1/2. Not knocking it, just doesnt make since to me. Others that where ganna go ending up dumping all of their teeny tiny bankrolls before hand. So there I was. Me and Mr. GPS....and lots of tracks via IPOD. The tourny started at noon, plus if the registration line was like last year, you needed to be there at least an hour early. I think I left around 5:30am. Didnt hit any traffic from B.R.
Oh shit, wait...rewind...I got fucking owned in Washington parish. Apparently due to the economy being in a shit storm, all these bunkass towns are poppin bastards left and right. 6mph over the speed limit and your getting tagged buddy! I was passing a diesel over a bridge, along with 3 other cars...YES...THREE OTHERS!!!! When coming back down the bridge there is officer fuck face. Tagging me...the last mohegan of the pack. GREAT! Gettin that fixed as we speak you cock sucker!
After that ordeal, no more problems on the way in. Got into town I guess close to 10. Tried to park in the casino parking lot...OWNED. "Sorry sir, we are at maximum capacity." SHIT...another bad beat to tack on. Im really not familiar with the back roads of this area, so when I was told to find new parking, that was just music to my ears. I knew where my hotel was, but didnt pre pay for parking there. Made moves that way...think like 4 blocks down Poydras, right off Camp st. There she was...Queen & Crescent Hotel. Oh look...public parking right across the street in what seem to be a very nice building for just parking...SCORE. Until I see its almost $50 for 24hr parking. HOLY F#CK!!! Piss...oh well. Ticket please!
I grab all my stuff...well the one big gym bag full of clothes and my poker bag (the stringed bags that basketball players cary). Go down the elevators and am Now facing the opposite side of the building. Walk around wall to front exit... OMG. Its a bank. A very well dressed, upitty class bank...and I walk right through the lobby, bags in hand, making moves....PSH...How I roll. I piss excellence.
Hotel was nice. Bar out front...wi-fi. Unpacked and layed down for maybe an hour. Kept trying to get in touch with monkey. Fucker never answered.
"Ok, lets go knock out this registration crap." Whoa...yeah, line...bigger than last year. It was easily wrapped all the way back to the poker room. Line slow as piss at first, then they opened up all the computer stands at Douche Bags Cove. Little gay dudes walking by asking for "bevaragezzzz, cocktailzzzz". Was creepy...all the exagerated zzzz at the end of all there words was deffinitely engaging peripheral vision at all times. Better not ease up on Joe Joe.
As the line picked up noticed some of the Facebook posse'. Steve Frezer walked by making sure everyone had Players Cards and ID's. Monkey finally called and I gladly broke the news of the Guiness World Record line....and then he gets a gift from above....Steve hooks him up. FUCKER!!!
Dwyte Pilgrim walked up on the line with the "WTF" face. LMAO. Which by the way...Dude, I dont know if that was your ol lady with you. If so, NICE JOB!!!
That being said. I shall cover my own azz right now.
Ashley...I still love you. You are my little scoop of hotness. Do not kill me because I gave someone else a compliment.
Moving on...
I decided to go play cash until the tourny started. Only game open was 2/5. Long storty short, I could have raked in a 6-700 pot if I hadnt opened my big damn mouth. I flopped a gut shot...turned a pair with it, then river fired a big/ almost pot size bet. Dude tanked...well when he counted out 325 in green I honestly thought he was ganna call...so I tried to pop some lingo in their and play mind tricks. Yeah, didnt work...He called after that. SHIT!!!! Could have freerolled the tourny and still been up for the day. S.O.B!!!!!
Oh well...lesson learned. He later told me that the bet was perfect. He was folding. He was just counting to do so to save face when he laid down his big pair. I felt better knowing the bet itself wasnt getting called. Next time, Mouth stays zipped.
i actually chip back up almost to even before I leave. Thank GOD!!!
Tourny starts...Huge crowed. Im down in the middle. Table 52, seat 4. Terrible...from start to end...terrible. I found that my cash style of play was taking over to begin with. Playin hands that shouldnt be played. 3 bullet firing...just everything you were NOT suppose to do. I started off that way mainly cause from first glance...It looked like I was the best player at my table. I really thought I could own these fools. Well with a little mixture of card dead and donkatrons....that left me with 20% of my starting stack going into level 3 when I get moved to a new table.
Up to the stage again!!! Nice...to bad I have a garbage stack this time when I make my table entrance. I last maybe...MAYBE one more level. Get my A8 in UTG and get called by Button with 10's. He flops a set...turns a full. Later peoples.
I would rather sit here, not knowing what happened and just blame it on bad players and just running bad. Truth is...I should not have been playing that aggressive. I should have left cash game in the poker room. Everything that happened was my fault. I hate knowing that. Because now, I the only way to have personal resolution will be waiting for a whole year before I can go back to the same place and show that room that I can play. I can make deep runs. If dont get what Im saying, your just not a competitive person like I am , I guess.
Get ahold of monkey after I get roasted...come to find out...I lasted longer than he did. WHAT?? 8 hands monk? WOW! Shit happens....After he finished up online in his hotel, we made moves to try to Holy Grail of sushi out. We walk the somewhat humid/slighty warm, yet windy walk all the way down to the place...BOOM...another bad beat.
"Oh, hey guys...yeah, sorry...we dont open for another Hour and half..."
We both agreed he was way to excited to tell us that. Like he was waiting at the door to tell people, sorry...we dont want your money just yet.
We go to another spot, cajun food. My type of stuff as well. Really good food. I got alligator parmesian/ stuffed mushrooms, and a chocolate cake that would make you a diabetic in one bite.
We had good convo. Caught up on what has been happening poker related/and not. Made fun of our cracked out waitress and the starving buss boy that was no doubt eating all my left overs.
Then we get the gameplan of crushing sng's in our minds. Stroll over to the meat locker and slab out $125 with a $20 last longer. Get intro'd to "Smoke". Young guy from B.R. Cool as ice water. Im not a sng person at all...so I get chopped 3rd or 4th out. Go sign up for the nightly while Im having nothing else to do.
Hours go by of just killing time, and throwing the accassional dice when I walk past it.
Nightly begins. WOW...deck hits me in the face. Before the first level is over i have over 20k in chips. Started with 5k
End up meeting Bill here from the website! All of about 20 sec. Didnt shoot the shit or nothing...was straight up "Hey, your Joey? Oh hey, Im bill!" nice to meet you yada yada, and then didnt see him the rest of the night?! Dude, cold beers and good food next time. No doubt!
Get moved to smokes table. We owned that bitch! Moving in on weak 3x bets, check raising all in on weak c-bets...and everytime...showing the bluff. "Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, good for the game, weeeeeeee!!!!!" Hahaha
That was the funnest time at a table in a lonnnnng time.
Yeah, all this sounds like surely Joe Joe shipped it!
WRONG...bubbled...fucking....bubbled. Thank God I had saves with the 2 amigo's.
That ended at like, shit....almost 3am. I went straight to the hotel...grabbed a crown and coke from the bar on the way up and just relaxed. Strongest drink from a bartender ever FYI! Thank you sir!!!
Came back home the next day. yeah, yeah, I know...hit and run.
Couple of things made that call. Family, mothers day, ol lady stuff.
All n all it was a fun trip...not profitable to say the least, but fun still.
Okay, Its 5pm and I just woke up 2 hours ago and starving. Ill update again tom. about some good online runs here lately.
lat3r
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