Well, we had a number of good entries. The decision-making process has been very tough. If I could afford it, I'd make everyone a winner. But since I can't, I've actually decided to pay three places.
Did you make the cut?
Read on.More in this Poker Blog! -->
Living in Lousiana has given me an opportunity to experience the best of poker: real, live poker rooms. Sure, online poker can be fun and profitable, but it can't match the thrill of throwing chips on the felt in a casino.
A few weeks ago, I told you about my trip to the Grand Casino in Coushatta. This time, I'm headed to the Paragon Casino Resort in Marksville, LA.More in this Poker Blog! -->
I've pillaged. I've plundered. I've raked the first prize in the last two World Poker Blogger Tourneys (in my defense, I didn't play in the first one).
It's time I gave something back.
Introducing, The Up For Poker Bonus Whore Wars.More in this Poker Blog! -->
I can't be there... but other poker bloggers are, and you can't find a better write-up on the WSOP than you'll find at LasVegasVegas.
The pokerprof and his fellow poker "journalists" bring you the story of every event played in the WSOP thus far, and a day-by-day write-up of the big $10,000 NLHE event, complete with chip totals. It's great! Don't miss it!
Editor's note: This is an incomplete post. I was just getting into the meat of it when I decided it was too much of a ripoff of another poker blogger. Nonetheless, since I started this, I'm going to post it. That's the way I feel about blogging. It turns my game and my mind into a fishbowl. Sunshine makes us all better. If you know I was on the way to a blatant rip-off, maybe I won't do it again. --Otis
In the cutoff, I looked down and saw it. Deuce-Deuce. Damned ducks never do anything but quack. If they had a little appeal, like that crazy, wacky Aflack duck, then maybe I'd get excited. Instead, I call, only to be raised by the SB.
I should fold deuces every time. A two-outer with not much of anywhere to go.
But I called. Then, as I was preparing for a quick hour of self-flaggelation (not to mention a little deprecation and loathing), the flop made my set, beating out the SB's bigger pair for a sizeable pot.
In the chatbar I offered, "The double douche. Damned that hurts, don't it?"
The SB didn't respond. I waited for anyone to pick up the reference. No one did. These folks don't know Wade Garrett. And if they don't know Wade Garrett, they likely don't know Dalton.
Before you laugh (alright, as you laugh), you should know, the movie "Road House" serves as a late 80s oracle to the poker playing community.
Please, step inside The Double Deuce.More in this Poker Blog! -->
While complete, I can't help but think the tournament write-up I offered last night was a little difficult to read. Perhaps it would be good to look at a few key hands, and a few observations.
Observation #1-- Is it coincidence, fate, or something more supernatural that put Mene Gene and me into heads up play? He won the first WPBT event. I won the second. I hesitate to believe skill could have anything to do with it, but whatta I know?
Obervation #2-- I have accurately been accused of sitting heartily on a horseshoe all night long. There's no doubt that is correct. I got some great cards and hit a few great boards. We'll discuss that more in the Key Hands section. However, I wonder how many tournaments are won when the winner didn't have great cards and hit a few key flops. I'm sure there are some, but I bet the numbers work in favor of the people who keep a collection of horseshoes in their pants. I'd be interested to hear what The Dude would have to say about that.
Observation #3-- Badblood, who served as chip leader for most of the tournament kept making references to the state I call home. Later we discovered that we not only live in the same state, but the same city. We're currently investigating whether we have ever played together before.
Now, the key hands.More in this Poker Blog! -->
As I am barely awake and know I'll be able to offer no formal and well-written tourney report after the game, we'll write this as we go. That means spelling mistakes, grammar mistakes, tense mistakes, and probably a few lies. However, it will reveal nearly every hand I played and the monkey-brain dialogue that happened in my head as I mashed the buttons. Edit: As it turns out, I won the thing, so this goes all the way to the final hand. That's two stops on the tour for me so far. And I ended up heads up against the first champion.
Instant tourney report:
First hand for me: 44 against CJ . Face cards paint the board, including two aces. Ceej starts betting, I start folding. Wish I would remember how to fold before playing...
88 in the small blind. It's raised to me, but not big, so, I call. Nobody is betting the K or blanks on the board. Not even me. Raiser folds after checked to river. Liebot bets and I call $100 bet to see his pocket nines. I already know I'm calling too much and not raising enough. I need therapy.
A few hands later I fold 33 in early position. I don't have the will. Hdouble raises my blind and I fold a little Ace.
I'm already down to $510 chips. How embarassing.More in this Poker Blog! -->
Maybe I'm just bitter, but I think the Pacific Poker tournament structure is terrible. You only start with 800 chips, and blinds go up really, really fast. Plus, they don't believe in filling tables, so the blinds eat you up even faster.
That said, I didn't get much in the way of good cards either.More in this Poker Blog! -->
Don't mess with the kid
I'm not sure exactly what it is about a garage. Maybe it's the fact that city folk consider a garage to be a suburban symbol of a mundane, if not plebian life-too-ordinary. Or maybe it's just the fumes of grass clippings and paint thinner getting to my noodle. Regardless, it's the one place at Mt. Willis I can drink, yell and sling chips at my friends at 3am without fear of reprisal.
A month or so ago I instituted the Mt. Otis Garage Poker game as a means to keep up my live play experience while facing certain fatherhood and fewer trips to the desert. The game is really just a continuation of a home game that had been waning in recent months. Regardless, it's a place where the stories shoot like a shook-up beer and Goliath falls to David on a regular basis.More in this Poker Blog! -->
I know just yesterday I derided my own attempts at Omaha and Stud. Well, today it was Draw Lowball. And here's the message from Planet Poker:
Congratulations UpForPoker on placing 1st in our Draw Lowball
tournament on 5/16/2004 4:30:00 PM.
$36.79 have credited to your account.Thanks for playing at Planet Poker and have a great day!
My meanderings through the worlds of Omaha and Stud (briefly, very briefly) have not helped my poker game. For some reason I've been neglecting my bread and butter: No Limit Texas Hold 'Em.
That's NLHE for the uninitiated (but why would the uninitiated be reading this blog?). NLHE is the
New York Yankees Philadelphia Phillies of poker games (in case you're wondering, the Phillies are now the comparative standard for top-of-the-line). It's the game by which all other games are to be measured.
And it's now a lot like my front yard: thick with weeds and in need of some chopping. Reading that back to myself it makes little sense, but I digress. The bottom line is that my game needs sharpening. Sunday is the Iggy Invitational, and my NLHE has to be top notch if I hope to avoid embarrassment.More in this Poker Blog! -->
I sat on stage with a group of guinea pigs. The small-stage-college-crowd hypnotist worked us like a pro. Maybe it was the beer, maybe it was something supernatural, but I found myself slipping into a state of euphoria that made me want to do whatever the guy said. Act like Batman? I'll act like Batman. Why not?
The crowd ate up the silliness like the peanuts on their bar tables. Their cheers and laughs fed my euphoria. I was 22, having a fine time and willing to play the fool. Hypnotized? I dunno.
Before too long, I found myself ripping off my shirt and dancing to some cheap techno music. The crowd cheered, I danced, and followed the suggestions of the short man with the deep eyes.
The din of the crowd became a roar and I found my hands slipping to my pants, popping the button, unzipping the zipper. The hypnotist had made no such suggestion. It simply seemed like the right thing to do.
As I turned to face the crowd and reveal what I had to offer, I felt a hand on my arm, a grip that was much too tight, fingers sinking into my flesh, and the decidely unsupernatural breath of the hypnotist. His breath was in my ear and the calm, soothing hynotizing voice was gone. I heard pure anger. Each word was articulated, a slap against my swimmy head.
"Keep. Your. Fucking. Pants. On"More in this Poker Blog! -->
Why haven't you signed up? The Iggy Invitational (as I've called it) is Sunday night at 9pm and you have to get signed on by TONIGHT!
I don't want to hear some lame excuse about your stack. I don't want to hear some lame excuse about being busy that night.
If you can't convince your wife you need to play, you're not a man. If you can't come up with $20, you're not a poker player. And if you can't beat me, you should give up now.
Get on board. Head over to Guinness and Poker and use Iggy's links. You won't be sorry.
Or, How I gave up eBay and started to love online poker
A few years back, I walked into a metal-walled warehouse and came eye-to-eye with a blurry-eyed gambler. The game hadn't started, but he was already eying his prey, rubbing his roll, and settling into a chair that was just a little too small for his sitting parts. Though the room was filling up with degenerates just like this bloodshot gambler, I knew that the plump man with sausage fingers and double-stack pancake face was my competition. He was the man who I'd battle until one of us had no money in his pocket.
A family of rednecks ran this place, the kind of people who show love through insults and comments about each other's intelligence. They supplied folding metal chairs for the collection of gamblers who found their way to the city limit warehouse every other Monday night.
I slipped into my chair, checked my pocket to make sure my roll was still there, and started figuring out how I would best the room, and more importantly, the guy with the big hindquarters. I could tell from a distance, he knew he'd be fighting me before the night was over.More in this Poker Blog! -->
I really enjoy this game. It's become my game of choice on Planet Poker until I get regular internet at home and time to start grinding again.
I've gotten to the point where I'm better than most of the regular Omaha players in the tournaments. I'm placing in the money much of the time (and usually only the top 3 to 5 pay), and getting a real feel for the game.
I'm trying to limit my starting hands to strong flush draws (ideally, multiple flush draws) and hands with good low possibilities. Early on, I'll play many more hands because you can hit a lot of flops.
My problem is late in the game. I'm not sure how to tighten up my starting hands. In fact, I worry whether I should tighten up, or start to play more. Soemtimes it feels like I keep folding waiting for good strarting hands and I get blinded away. Guess it'll take a little more practice there.
I also have to learn when a "winner" might actually be a loser. The low is often split among two or sometimes three players. That means you could actually get a piece of the pot and lose money. Unfortunately, there's not much of a way to determine when that will happen to you, so it's hard to avoid.
I've decided we need a better way for all of the poker bloggers to keep in touch. With that in mind, I've set up a simple Poker Bloggers mailing list that poker bloggers can use for announcements or communication.
For instance, if it's time for a poker bloggers tourney, we'll send an announcement to all subscribers on the mailing list. If a blogger is changing domain names or website locatios, you can tell everyone to update their links via the mailing list.
This will be a list for poker bloggers only. It's not for readers, so the list won't be clogged with random messages.
So, if you'd like to get on board, just send an email to me (pagemaster @ upforanything.net) and tell me which blog you run. The list is very simple to use, and I think it will help us keep all our find fellow poker bloggers up to date. Let me know if you have any questions!
It was time. I had been in Louisiana for almost two months, and had yet to visit a casino for some real B&M poker. Today, that drought came to and end.
As I drove the 70+ miles to Kinder, LA and the Grand Casino, a sense of foreboding overcame me. Perhaps I was nervous, or perhaps it was the pitch black thunderclouds I was driving directly into.
Then I noticed the lightning, and wondered if a higher power was telling me to go home. Then it rained so hard, I had to pull over to the side of the road. If I had to wait much longer, I'd miss registration. However, I never saw the animals walk past two-by-two, and I made it to the casino in time.More in this Poker Blog! -->