Hammer Quads, not mine :(

Playing the 18k on FTP tonight and I witness hammer quads.

Its official. The wife is in Vegas at this very moment. She and her cadre are staying at the MGM. Yes, I am green with envy. The worst part? If she gambled more than $10 while there I'd be shocked. All the funds will go for massages, haircuts, shoes, booze, food, blah, blah, blah.

What a waste. I can't fathom staying at the MGM and not spending 18 hours a day in the poker room. The rest of the time would be across the street at the Excal, of course.

On the poker front. I played a Peep earlier this week and now have 3 tokens for $24+2 tourneys on Full Tilt (look over there-------->) So with the wife out of town until Monday and 3 tokens in my pocket I think I will be playing some MTT's this weekend. I'll jump right into the $17K tonight and move on from there.

I am officially exclusive to FTP. Someday they will turn my name red, until then watch your ass at the .50/1 LHE tables. I have found that .50/1 LHE on FTP plays about the same as a 2/4 BBJ on Party.

My time off and subsequent gradual toe dip backinto the poker pool has done wonders for my game. Mainly I don't overthink into laying down good hands and/or keeping bad ones. I don't see monsters under the bed, but I don't not see them either. I have been able to make steals and re-raises.

Hand of the week was in the aforementioned peep. I got it all in pre-flop with KK vs QQ and TT. I flopped a set to an all heart board. No hearts in any of the 3 hands. Guess what? Five flush, 3 way chop.

I played along with Drizz and Gracie and some tilty peepers. The female contingent of this blog was there too. I won't bore you with the details of her stellar finish.

Attention Geekyist of the Geeks (Yes I am talking to the engineers)

Does anyone know about alternative fuel/energy sources for residential use? I am thinking of installing some solar power for domestic hot water. What else should I consider.

I am not ready to retrofit the whole place with solar powered radiant floor heat but would consider that in the future.

The place currently is heated via hot water radiators and a gas fired boiler. Anything I can do there that isn't too invasive?

Fossilman on STL Radio

Greg Raymer was on the radio here in STL today. Of course he was interviewed by fellow blogger and poker player Paul Harris. Check out the audio of the broadcast here.

Oh yeah, Fossilman is a STL native, btw.

Once again proving that STL POKER RULES!

Raymer talks in depth about being on Capital Hill talking to congress about poker. Pretty interesting coming from an attorney and accomplished poker player.

Raymer will be in STL promoting the new poker room at Harrahs. Check out the details here.

Trite title here

We closed on our new house on Friday. We had a few friends over to help us drink the night away. Then we left for the holiday weekend. A 36 hour tour of all points important in central Illinois. I did get to play a little golf with my F-I-L on Saturday, but no hole in one, the best I could muster was a par on the final hole. Saturday was spent eating dinner and driving to the M-I-L's house.

Sunday I was fully tricked into a shabby breakfast and a church service. I was certain that I was only going for the shabby breakfast, but alas I ended up at a service as well. It was a little creepier than how I remember church. The production value was about equal to a bad musical at Six Flags. Complete with voice overs and one of the choir members grooving to the beat. I am not a usual church goer, while my beliefs haven't reached this end of the spectrum I don't usually attend unless its a funeral or wedding.

Following the service was a good meal followed by more driving another meal and more driving. The boy hunted easter eggs twice and discovered jelly beans.

No poker. I played a bit towards the end of last week but am considering myself semi-retired from online poker. I will play live only as often as I ever have, which will include homegames, about four trips to the boats plus trips to Vegas.

Did you ever...

...do one of those little stupid things that made you feel like a complete idiot. More so than if you woke up naked on a bus? At least no one on the bus knows you, right?

So a friend asks me to send him some email addresses. He changed offices and I figure that he's trying to rebuild his address list on his new computer. I keep my addresses in yahoo so I dont have similar issues.

Now the easiest way I have found to do this is to draft a message and add all of the people to the message and cut and paste the people out in to the body. So I was doing this yesterday, simply going through and looking for all the people in my address book we both know.

Enter Murphy Scotch, My yellow tabby cat. She decided this moment would be appropo to pull a sneak attack. She jumped on my lap during this process and some how sent the email to a bunch of people. Since this is a yahoo web interface she actually had to move the cursor to the send button and left click. A ctrl+s or something like that from Outlook I could see, but this was a one in a billion shot.

This is on top of a faux paux I made about 8 months ago, replying to a message not realizing who was on the recent distribution list.

Lets face it, I am nearly incompetent.

But back to the premise, why do I feel like such and idiot for this email gaffe? Its as reasonable as getting my flopped quads beat by runner runner straight flush, right? I mean thats the last time my cat will ever send an email, right?

Bad beats happen in life as well as at the tables. The difference is that when they happen in life I want to shrink up and take it back and wish that nobody saw it. When they happen at the table I want to stand on my chair and force everyone to re-live the moment as I tell the tale....over and over and over again.

So to Marty and Ryan and Kevin and Molly and whoever else received an email of email adresses:

So a friend asks me to send him some email addresses. He changed offices and I figure that he's trying to rebuild his address list on his new computer. I keep my addresses in yahoo so I dont have similar issues.

Now the easiest way I have found to do this is to draft a message and add all of the people to the message and cut and paste the people out in to the body. So I was doing this yesterday, simply going through and looking for all the people in my address book we both know.

Enter Murphy Scotch, My yellow tabby cat. She decided this moment would be appropo to pull a sneak attack. She jumped on my lap during this process and some how sent the email to a bunch of people. Since this is a yahoo web interface she actually had to move the cursor to the send button and left click. A ctrl+s or something like that from Outlook I could see, but this was a one in a billion shot.

How's that? Embrace the beat. Just like the blogfather taught me.

That little Knome in the pit of my stomach is calming down now.

MPS and a Bad Word

I played an MPS this week. Crush. Thanks to Easycure for spotting me the whole way after he busted. Anyway I wasn't going to play that night but EZ got on the chatty thing with an invite to fire up a PEEP. I bent to pressure. I was a cardrack all night. Even so I scraped around the middle to bottom of the stack sizes. I was chip leader at my full table and then was rebalanced to the other table that had 2 bust outs and 4 bigger stacks.

I now have 2 tokens that are gathering dust in my account. I don't know when I'll have the time to play 2 MTTs but when I do, they will be free. Thanks FULL TILT!

That was my obligatory poker post for a while.
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So last night we are performing our nightly wind down ritual which consists of changing diapers and putting on pajamas and then watching 5-10 minutes of Teletubies or Muppets or some such kid show.

The boy was running around resisting getting his PJ's on. Finally he was dressed and clibed up on the couch and laid down. The wife got up there next to him. Seconds later he rolled off the couch in slow motion. He was able to grab the couch and slow him self down bit not hang on. He hit the floor and rolled into the coffee table.

As he laid their, up against the table leg he looked up at his mom, crinkled his nose and said

"Shit"

Then he climbed back up on the couch.

I'm still laughing 25.5 hours later. His first swear word and he used it with purpose and in context. Luckily it caught the wife funny as well, because we all know he learned that from me.

A Quick Tour

Coming to STL? Check out this article in the NY Times. I found it over on Paul Harris's blog.