Thursday, June 28, 2007
We leave for vacation on Saturday. Braving a 730 mile auto journey. Subaru Outback fully equipped with luggage rack on top and two children in back. We will be plowing straight through the heart of my home state into the nether regions of my heart state.
In the image above our route is laid out by the blue line. The red line represents the route we've taken in the past. This is usually needed so that we can drive through Illinois and pick up the wife's brother or swap our car for a minivan. I have also, in the past, made this trip via Milwaukee to pick up a buddy of mine. I have also made the trip there and back all by myself.
Thanks to the Departments of Transportation in the great states of Missouri and Iowa The Avenue of the Saints is nearly complete, less than 14 miles in Missouri remains.
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
7:35pm EST... And here's a bit of what a newcomer, Dawn, said about playing with us boys for the first time:Last night was the big game. We played at Signor Ferrari's apartment (Ugarte and Pauley) were also in attendance. I knew I was in trouble when one player referred to another, as "one of the poker bloggers."
Hmmm...maybe I shouldn't be playing my third game of poker in a room full of men who blog about poker.
Once everyone was seated around the table, we were each dealt one card face up.
"What're these for?" Dawn casually asks.
"It's dealer's choice. High card picks."
"What does dealer's choice mean?" Dawn nervously asks.
"Dealer picks the game."
"Umm...we're not playing poker?"
Considering in my life I had only ever played 5 card stud where jokers and twos were wild and Texas hold 'em (which I learned by watching celebrities play on tv), I imagine in that moment I collapsed into a pile of chips right before their very eyes. Easy sucker money.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Strangely the same observation can be made about my poker game.
There really never was a plan. Everything was fly by the seat of my pants. every decision was made in the moment with little reverence given to the past and only with a brief peek to the future. usually through spectacles of a certain shade of pink.
Calling three cold with 98s can make for a huge win, but usually ends up costing me dearly.
I am at a self imposed cross-roads. I don't like my job very much and my boss even less. I have done a poor job of networking locally and find myself with few options and little hope to speedily change my situation, job or mood. I have an easily tap-able network of friends, colleagues and alums of which I fail to take advantage. Now that the time is near I am fearful that they will smell the desperation in my voice. They will observe that it is not a friendly email to say hello or a no strings attached lunch. I need something from them.
In an ironic twist, I am able to fly into most major metropolitan areas in the country and scare up an invite to a home game. I might even get a free nights stay out of it too.
Setting priorities, setting goals, sticking to priorities and sticking to achievement of goals has never really been something I took time to do. Everything has been a blind wander. I bounce from decision point to decision point. In weighing the decision I take little stock in the risk involved or the payoff at hand. I fail to look to the future to see what might be. Generally I look to avoid risk. Going busto is my biggest fear.
Generally speaking I play ABC my only real trick being the weak tight slowplay trap.
What direction am I heading? Where is this all going to lead? I don't know the answer to those questions, but for the first time in a long time I actually care to ask the question and care even more to find out the answer. My current position is not motivating. I still try to point fingers at others but the reality is that this is my making and my design. I have no one to blame but me.
I am still playing dime/quarter NL games.
I have made no personal progress in the last 3-4 years. Haven't improved myself in any appreciable way. I want to quit my job but I haven't left myself an exit. I need a new job but I haven't created an entrance. I want to be my own boss but I am compulsively risk averse.
Why to I cold call so often with connectors and small pocket pairs?
The plan is to make a plan. To reach out and start connecting to people that can lend a hand up. To discover what it is that I truly want because it clearly isn't what I have today. I am turning into a bitter and lazy office drone. My potential is still there, but the drive has gone stale. I need something to inspire me. I think that something is me.
I never even took a real shot.
Inertia is difficult to overcome. Motivation, drive, desperation. these are the things that can change a course. Tack or jibe? I can't waste some much time on that decision anymore. The answer is to turn. But am I not just shooting from the hip again? Tack or jibe? To answer that question I first need to no which way the wind is blowing. Then I need to chart a course because the next question is left or right.
I think the time has passed.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
The upside is that we finally found people that hate CJ. In people I mean the entire state of Kentucky less most of G-Rob's family. And here I thought that affable, milk toast CJ was loved by all.
Did you ever wonder where KY jelly got its name?
Name: (Check appropriate box)
Sex: ____ M _____ F _____ N/A
Shoe Size ____ Left ____ Right
(_) Hair Dresser
Spouse's Name: __________________________
Relationship with spouse:
Number of children living in household: ___
Number that are yours: ___
Mother's Name: _______________________
Father's Name: _______________________ (If not sure, leave blank)
Education: 1 2 3 4 (Circle highest grade completed)
Do you (_)own or (_)rent your mobile home? (Check appropriate box)
__ Total number of vehicles you own
__ Number of vehicles that still crank
__ Number of vehicles in front yard
__ Number of vehicles in back yard
__ Number of vehicles on cement blocks
Firearms you own and where you keep them:
Model and year of your pickup: _____________ 194_
Do you have a gun rack?
(_) Yes (_) No; please explain:
Newspapers/magazines you subscribe to:
(_) The National Enquirer
(_) The Globe
(_) TV Guide
(_) Soap Opera Digest
(_) Rifle and Shotgun
___ Number of times you've seen a UFO
___ Number of times you've seen Elvis
___ Number of times you've seen Elvis in a UFO
How often do you bathe:
Color of teeth:
Brand of chewing tobacco you prefer:
How far is your home from a paved road?
So I made a deal with a fellow player to trade $$ on Stars for $$ on FT. I prefer full tilt because I have a Mac and they are Mac friendly. Those slackers on Stars don't show me any Mac love.
But before we consummated the trade I decided to stick $25 into a NL game.
Softest game ever.
Nobody played back a C-bets. Cold calls from position against my EP opens then never any follow through. Blinds laid down almost every time to standard opens from any position. Good grief it was like 2004 all over again. Are the low limit games on Stars always this soft? Raise, never - Re-raise, unheard of. I was a table captain and I play weak tight!!!
Of course it helped that I was running well too. For instance....
I'm in the SB with the hammer. One limper and I complete to disguise the power of my hand. the BB checks and we see a flop of 689 two diamonds. I don't have a diamond but I do have a OESD. I check call the pot sized bet from the limper and the BB folds. Turn brings a deuce an the flush. I check call the 1/2 pot sized bet from the limper. It is important to note that I have seen the limper rebuy 3-4 times and he often shows down under pairs and Ace high. The river is a third two. I check and the limper fires the same bet. He has now bet the same amount on every street. If I called this bet on the flop and the turn, why would I ever not call on the river? I raise about the pot and insta-calls.
Trips are good. Then the peanut gallery got fired up.
"Sick" says Dumass from Knoxville.
"What was sick?" I say. "His in ability to lay down top pair on a flush and paired board or something about my hand?"
"You calling with crap and catching"
"I saw a 3 way flop for $0.15, flopped OESD and hit runner runner." I just hit the unlikely out on the river.
"Oh let me call with crap, maybe I'll hit trips." he says.
Does this guy not understand the hammer? I felt that I had just given him a proper lesson. Now if he would have berated me for limping instead of raising pre-flop, that I could see.
So a few more jabs are exchanged and then he tells me he is going to be in St. Louis soon and wants to know if we should meet up.
"Uh, meet up for what?" I ask, typing and deleting that I don't do buttsecks. I don't do it but I didn't want to offend him if he did.
"To play cards"
Again I type and delete "In a couple weeks I'll be at the corner of Bendover and Kissmyass waiting for you."
Then I do tell him how soft the 2/5 NL and the 30/60 limit game are. Then I sign off. I started to get a bad vibe from this guy. The transition from you're a donkey to he, wanna meetup and play was a little weird.
Any way I nearly doubled my buy-in and had that much more money to trade for FTP dollars.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
What do these 20 people all have in common as of the conclusion of Event #20?
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
What exactly did all you people want to see wrapped up? You wanted to know if Tony lived or died. He lived, for now.
Lets go over this character by character.
Tony- Lives on but faces a RICO indictment. He weathered the Phil Leotardo storm, lost his two top guys but life goes on. You people are pissed because David Chase didn't give you a "ten years later".
Carmela - Still enabling Tony, still sacrificing her morals to suck at the teat of OC. She continues on her real estate business.
Meadow - Turning into her mother. Her and her new boyfriend are blind to who they are and where they come from. She's still the spoiled little bitch she always was. Loved the appearance of Hunter, btw.
AJ - Daddy's little piss ant. He will go through life hating his parents yet unable to break free of their money. He's a little pansy always was, always will be.
Silvo - He got plugged. Death or life on the vent.
Bobby Baccala - Dead
Janice - Widowed and no one to love her. She is her mother only now may has to raise and ruin two other people's kids. She will ruin a few more kids, just like she did little Harpo.
Uncle Jr. - He's lost his memory. Tony made peace with him the best he could.
Pauly - Capo of the Aprile crew. New position upgrade in pay, still a malcontent.
Phil Leotardo - dead
Dr. Melfi- She fired Tony. She came to her senses.
Other than a nuclear bomb going off this story wrapped the best it could. Other than following each of the character's to their death or doing a Senator Blutarsky style montage everything was wrapped up.
Tony didn't go to jail. He didn't die. He just is. Deal with it.
You all are pissed because the last five minutes where edited to fill you with tension and you never got that release. I'm pissed because these last 5 episodes weren't 37-41, ending the series when it should have ended, not making us wade through three seasons of nothing.
The outrage is a symptom of the dumbing down of America and it saddens me.
So I am sitting here watching TV and flipping channels. Office Space is on E! btw. Carson Daly just did an Animal House where they end up montage of the Sopranos and even included Blutarsky. I plan to watch the credits to see if my name appears.
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Chilly: what bet did he lose to end up on that?
Random Blogger: I dunno, but he's losing to a guy who looks like f-train
Chilly: thats a double shot
Chilly: and I am not voting in a male beauty contest.
Random Blogger: oh come onnnnn
Random Blogger: not even for the speaks?
Chilly: not even
Speaker is out to a commanding lead. Skinny pale guys everywhere sigh.
Monday, June 04, 2007
You take a pile of wood that looks like this:
Add to it a bunch of nuts and bolts and screws that look like this:
Then you get something that looks like this:
The swing set was a birthday present for my son. Of course his sister has her own swing too.
After he finished eating his breakfast on his new picnic table:
my son made a point to tell us:
Thank you for making my house dad.
then he turned to my dad,
Thank you for making my house grandpa.Thats the most I've ever been paid for 14 hours work.
Friday, June 01, 2007
I understand your frustrations. The purpose of your new venture is noble. The things you say need to be said. As a libertarian I find your liberal views strangely refreshing. I am repulsed by some of your more conservative cohorts, especially those that espouse the republican party lines with the foul stench of High Life on their breath.
However, I am not here today to critique political blogging. If I were I'd take aim at Dawn. Instead I am here as a representative of your loyal fans to make a simple plea.
THROW US A FUCKING BONE
Your archives aren't even up to date. WTF? Its been too long since you wrote something that wasn't anti-establishment.
And don't point me to any of that tripe over at UpforSports, either. Where did you eat last Saturday? What have you been drinking? How's your scar? Do you have a chicken recipe? Have you been laid? Played the horses? Seen Al?
If you are going to let your slice of cyber-reprieve languish so that you can follow your heart, then please kick your brother in the ass and hand over the reigns to him.