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Poker Blog established in 2003 as the first stop for poker news, poker stories, and bad poker advice.

September 10, 2008

Five most memorable hands against poker bloggers

by Otis

Luckbox has been doing most of the heavy lifting in this fifth birthday of Up For Poker. I'm wrapped up in other activities right now, but couldn't let the time pass without a brief submission. Some of these are repeats, some are original, but all of them will stick in my memory as long as I'm playing.

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March 31, 2008

Naked Otis

by Otis

I sat cross-legged in the hotel room. The carpet was new, clean, and better than what I had in my house. The balcony doors were open, letting in a wind and exposing a view you can't buy--it's only available for rent.

A few feet away from me sat more than $30,000 in cash. Most of it was wrapped in ten-grand bundles. A private dealer had been summoned to the room, a cache of one-of-a-kind chips littered the floor, and a setup of cards was being counted down. I speak of all of this in passive voice because, while I was there, I was--at least for the moment--a spectator. It was not my money. They were not my chips. I hadn't touched the cards. I was sitting in the middle of something that was simultaneously meaningless and exceedingly important. More to the point, I was caught up in a salt-washed epiphany.

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February 9, 2006

F&#@ the River

by Luckbox

Play pool table poker with us, and you're bound to hear the host exclaim, "F$@# the river!!!" He tends to believe that fifth card is more unfair to him than anyone else. I've been known to suck out on him once or twice, but, as we know, that doesn't make him special.

With that in mind, we decided it might be a little more fair to him if we switched things up a bit. And with that, a new game was born:

F@#$ the River

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September 28, 2005

WPBT Euchre Tourney Update!!

by Luckbox

Well, a bitch of a storm named Rita kept me busy for yet another weekend. Come Friday, I'll have worked 31 out of 33 days. I don't think that's healthy, but that's the job, so I really shouldn't complain.

Hopefully, there won't be another hurricane any time soon and I can actually get this tournament started! So far we have 8 confirmed teams:

1) Heather/CJ
2) Drizz/BG
3) Matt from Austin/Megan from Austin (Readers and ringers?)
4) The Donkey Feltchers: Maudie/Daddy
5) GRob/Uncle Ted from G-Vegas
6) Jim/Bob from Detroit (Reader)
7) Patrick/Danny (Reader)
8) Lefty/Jason (Ringer)

If you want to get on board and need a partner, check the comments on this post. Then email me with your partner at Euchre -@-

For complete rules, see below:

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September 16, 2005

I'm Tired

by Luckbox

A couple of house-cleaning announcements...

First, see the post below for exciting news about Tri-Clops!

Second, stay tuned for official notice of the first (and last?) WPBT Euchre tourney. Start finding your partner now, you'll sign up in teams of two.

Last, but not least... why I'm so tired.

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August 11, 2005

Home of the Braves

by G-Rob

Near the press entrance, there are two elevators at Turner Field. The first is for fans who are too old or fat for stairs. The second is called the "press express," a two stop shuttle from the press box to the field. On Tuesday night I spent nearly 4 hours bouncing back and forth, meeting both shifts of elevator attendants, while my temper rose like the counterweight on every passing floor.

The lower level, down in the industrial core of the stadium, looks like the boiler room of every large building you've ever seen, except there are security guards every 15 feet. It's odd to walk past doors marked "Visitors bullpen" and "Braves Clubhouse" after decades of staring down at them from nosebleed seats. The corridor to the field itself is along the first base line, and we were allowed to cruise on out, as long as we stuck to the warning track.

The best part of the press box, is the lounge outside. There are hot dogs, chips, pizza and cokes served gratis for the writers. My photographer had 3 dogs, I had four, with chili. John Miller, the ESPN announcer was there, wearing too tight navy shorts and a hawaiian print shirt, shoving some sort of yellow pasta into his mouth. Skip Caray was there too, seated with 4 friends in the media lounge and clearly not enjoying his sandwich.

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September 12, 2004

Saving Eating Face at The Mark

by Otis

"No face eating tonight."

My chip stack had been hovering around even since we'd started the game. I was just about to get involved in a hand when The Mark's host looked across the table and said it:

"No face eating tonight."

At first I didn't get it. Face-eating? I peered at my hole cards, looking for paint, wondering if the last time I'd been there I had gotten drunk and eaten a face card or two. Just as I was about to ask him to repeat himself, I figured it out.

I'd written about The Mark before. And I'd written about the host's wife before.

To wit:

I didn't peel my cards off the table again, preferring instead to eat her face with my eyes. Her cheeks pulled in as she drew in on the cigar. She pulled her cards off the felt one more time. I couldn't read her as well as I wanted. Remember, her beauty put me on tilt the moment she'd climbed out of the H2-Hummer. When she lit the cigar and bathed the table in a sexual wash of smoke and casual good humor, I decided there was no way I could play the game of poker ever again.

I said the only thing I could in response.

"Uh, I don't know what you're talking about. Surely."

Then I mucked my hand.

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September 8, 2004

Chopping life

by Otis

The bad guys had a man on third and he looked surly. He looked jumpy. The scoredboard had a giant zero in the "outs" column and the baserunner on the hot corner looked ready to exploit someone.

When the ball exploded off the bat in a parabola of sure doom, the baserunner saw what I didn't. He knew the ball wouldn't make it over the fence. The bad guy slipped back onto the bag and waited. This is where he would exploit someone. He'd exploit the centerfielder's weak arm.

From our spot behind home, we couldn't hear the ball hit the leather glove in centerfield, but we did hear the slight huff of the baserunner's breath as he broke from his spot on third base.

I watched as the centerfielder summoned some sort of masculinity from his jock strap and put the ball on a frozen-rope bee-line for home plate.

As the ball crossed over the second baseman's head, I screamed, "He's got'em!"

I stood, nearly spilling my beer, and waited for the inevitability.

The bad guy slid into the catchers glove, the same glove that held the ball that milliseconds before had been more than 300 feet away.

"Hwah!" I joined the small crowd in cheering the first exciting thing that had happened in four innings. Then I looked down at my sleeping kid. He didn't stir from his kid-coma.

"That's alright, kid," I thought. "I'll tell ya about it someday."

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February 8, 2004

Candy? Yes. Babies? No.

by Luckbox

There were gummy bears, Jolly Ranchers, jelly beans and plenty of other sweets to satisfy all players. But it wasn't the candy everyone wanted, it was the chips.

Four men and four women sat down for an evening of No Limit Texas Hold 'Em. All players knew the game of poker, but this classic variety was relatively new to about half the table.

I spent about 20 minutes before the party running down some basics with Memphis. I figured maybe we could finish first and second. By the end of the night, there was a first place finish, but it's not quite what I expected.

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February 6, 2004

Taking Candy From a Baby?

by Luckbox

Tomorrow evening, I'll be teaching poker to playing poker with some No Limit Texas Hold 'Em novices. They've gotten the bug thanks to Celebrity Poker and the like.

It's mostly co-workers (Wilted Lily, Memphis, and others), so I think I should take it easy on them.

In fact, I think playing with as many unknown quantities as I'm likely to face will actually make things more difficult. They won't be playing by the book, in fact, they don't even know what the book says.

I suppose that means I should play the premium hands even harder and figure out who I can buy out of a pot pretty early on.

It will be 8-people at $15 a piece with the top 3 places paying. I'm sure it will be a lot of fun, and I'm guessing most of them will be hooked after one night at the table. Look for an update some time this weekend... unless it's too embarrassing!


January 20, 2004

The Bomb

by Otis

They couldn't contain themselves. Not nearly drunk enough to merit their giggles, they tittered and ticked as they listened to the rules of the game. Their sideways glances and self-concious fingering of chips were enough to give away their uneasiness. I started to deal, explaining the rules as I went.

"It's a new game for a new year," I explained.

And then some smartass said, "Just so we know what we don't want you to call again, does this game have a name?"

I dealt the first up card, looked up with a glance of sheer malice and growled, "Timebomb."

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October 15, 2003

The Home Games

by Luckbox

In my mind, there is no poker game more pure than No Limit Texas Hold 'Em. If I'm going to put big money on the line, that's definitely the game I'm going to play.

However, when it's six buddies around a poker table in someone's living room, that's a different story. Here are some of the more interesting games I like to play:

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September 26, 2003

Otis in Vegas Pt. 2

by Staff

It's impossible to say what time it was. Every hour seemed to morph into the next. I'd been playing for several hours and seen dozens of different players. When the river hit and the two players in the game flipped over their hole cards, the dealer called the player to my right a winner.

As the chips started to make their way across the felt, I saw what would very soon be a problem. The pot should be chopped. As I struggled with whether I should speak up, the British woman across the table made the decision for me. Who would've thought a little woman who looked like Mrs. Doubtfire could've caused such pandamonium.

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