A few weeks ago I decided to take a shot at home games again. Every few months I'll drop a buyin at NL200 and hope for a winning session. Finally I had a few. There's this brand new cardroom which just opened up a couple of weeks ago in Florida I want to take a shot at. Below is a graph of my earnings to date, which I intend to bring with me.
I know it's not much, but I've always wanted to play in an actual poker room. Mainly so I can play as long as I want, switch tables, and just to experience the ambiance of it all. I recently discovered overbetting which seems to have helped produce some profits in my short sessions. The general idea is to get pots mostly HU, and take it down with a cbet or value bet TPTK. I still dont feel I'm really "doing it right" overall though. I just bleed too many chips cbetting these massive pots I have created, or get pot committed with overpairs & draws by the turn. Anyway I plan to play 1/2, unless I book a huge session and then maybe I'll buy in once at 2/5.
Here were my notes when I first started playing:
Money is won FROM REAL HANDS, not big bluffs.
Do not play unsuited semi-connectors
Do not play unsuited connectors from any position except the button
Do not cbet with poor equity
Do not call cbets with intention to fold turn. Idiots turn 33 into a bluff.
DO NOT call down with less than top pair without a read.
NOTHING FANCY postflop. Players arent bluffing that much.
It’s GOOD to occasionally raise 89s/Axs/K9s UTG.
It’s OK to occasionally limp 89s/Axs/K9s from EP. Fold more often OOP.
BE PATIENT. They will pay you off eventually.
My notes have now evolved into:
Abuse position vs limpers
Squeeze at every opportunity
Cbet 99% of the time HU/3way
I think my new notes have been introducing a lot more variance/spew, and I'm not sure if it's a good thing or not. Any advice welcome and appreciated.
I take a single buyin shot at NL200 live a few times a year when I can, just hoping for a little rungood when I do, and now that time has finally come. +5 BI's in a week = fun time. It's always nice to see your work go towards something, so I took Holly for her first joyride in a private plane.
Just found out my dad passed away last week. I hadn't spoken to him in 6 years. We used to get along great, then one day he came to visit and we got into a big fight over something stupid. I walked away and just never spoke to him again. Him and my mother are my only family. My mom and I get along great, but I think he was too ashamed to ever try and call us to make amends. At first I was punishing him. In part for him threatening to hit me, and because there are certain things I dont like about myself which I attribute towards him, such as my tilt control and motivation in life.
As the months and holiday's went by, I would talk myself out of calling because I thought it was too soon. Then as the years went by I was afraid to call because I thought it would be weird. One day while I was at work I actually got a call from him. I wasnt at my desk at the time but it showed on the caller ID. He didnt leave a voicemail, so I figured if he wants to talk to me he'll call back soon enough. Again months and years went by and I was too afraid to initiate first contact.
Now he's fucking dead. The apartment manager where he lived had to look me up. She used an online people finder service to find out who to contact since he didnt have any information about his family on file. My dad was a loner, just like me. He had no friends or family at all. She told me the hospital called her because she was listed as his emergency contact. Thats right, my dad listed his apartment manager as his emergency contact. They told her he died of cancer.
Apparently he contracted some type of cancer in his arm about 2 years ago, and for whatever reason decided not to seek medical help and rely on self-healing techniques instead. My dad was always kinda hippy'ish like this, but not beyond reason. The manager and him were friendly, and she noticed the tumor on his arm but he refused to talk about it. Eventually he went to the hospital and started chemotherapy for a year before another tumor appeared on his neck. By this time all his hair had fallen out and he was frail and weak. She said he looked deathly ill. One day he told her he was admitting himself to the hospital and would be gone for awhile. She said she knew he wasnt coming back. About a month later he died under a morphine drip in a hospital bed.
She begged him to provide contact information for any family members possible but he refused. I'm not sure if it was out of spite or embarrassment. Perhaps he was just as scared as me to contact us for help. Maybe he didnt want us to see him in such condition. Maybe he thought we still hated him. The point is he was a good man and he died painful and slow, all alone in the world, thinking nobody loved him and nobody cared. I'm glad his pain is over, but I can only imagine what he went through for the last 2 years. He wasn't Osama, he wasn't Hitler, he didn't deserve to die like that. The manager said he didnt leave much behind in his apartment. She felt very sorry for him, knowing he didnt talk to anybody. He was just a shy quiet type of man.
As I reflect on past communication, it wouldnt surprise me at all to find out right around the time he called me was when he probably discovered he had cancer. I almost called him over christmas under pressure from my g/f but decided not to out of anger, an anger that didnt really even exist. You see I wasnt really that mad about what happened. As I said earlier, I was just sorta punishing him for no good reason. Sort of like hurting a small animal to satisfy some sick desire in yourself. I felt good by making him feel bad.
I cant begin to describe my grief now. So if there is anybody out there in the world who you havent told you loved in awhile, tell em now while you still can. Dont let stupid petty shit fuck with your relationships. I'll be flying to texas to collect his belongings and arrange to have his body shipped so my mother and I can bury him. We will probably be the only 2 people there.
Some of you may remember my brief love affair with a Nissan 370z. That deal went south after the dealership fucked me and tried to change the contract after I already had the vehicle for a week and put 500 miles on it. I told them to fuck off and gave back the keys. Went back to car hunting and settled on a Mustang this time. It's cheaper, faster, bigger, and more comfortable. This time I made sure to pay the dealership in CASH so there would be no fucking around like "well you see there was a problem with the paperwork son, we need you to come back here and pay us more".
I had this car custom ordered straight from the factory. By the time I was given the keys it only had 5.9 miles on it. Only a handful of asses have touched the drivers seat. I went so far as to tell them not to even unwrap/wash it upon delivery. I drove it home dirty as fuck covered in dust and plastic from shipment. Had it detailed and windows tinted the next day, and began work on my first fun upgrade, a new car nav kit. You can see it in the youtube video below sort of documenting the installation. I turn giddy as a schoolgirl every time I see it light up and begin driving. Turned out exactly like I wanted it to. The only other upgrades I can think of would be new exhaust/speakers but even those I am supremely satisfied with.
So I'm still looking for a new Z, debating whether or not to wait until the '12 models come out. Could be awhile considering rumors that the Tsunami likely slowed down production.
Anyway we know which exterior color to get, but what about interiors? I originally went with black, but I'm starting to think a Persimmon color would really pop and give it that Italian sports car look.
So if you remember I was debating between a grey or black Nissan 370z last week. Well I finally bought one, in black, only to get a phone call from the dealer today telling me "sorry man, the financing fell through, we have to raise your rate to get you refinanced for the car". This is actually a rather common scam from dealerships, a type of bait and switch on the purchase price for the car. Their strategy is that you will either fall in love with the car and just accept the price hike, or be too stupid to know it's a scam and just eat it.
But I said fuck that shit, and took the fucker back. Ordinarily I would be subject to all sorts of fines for putting miles on it and so forth, but they made one huge fuckup. The mileage on the sales receipt is different from the miles on the inspection report, which I found in the glove box, which they forgot to remove. The inspection report states the vehicle had 200 miles on it. The sales receipt stated 19. This already pissed me off once I learned about it since it basically means my car was a fucking demo unit used for test rides. I'm sure every asshole that drove it around the block did so at 8000 rpm's, and anyone who knows anything about cars recognizes this as a big no-no.
My wife's mother is a lawyer and she gave me all the legal verbiage to use against them basically voiding the entire sales contract and just handing them back the keys. So now I'm back cruising around in my fully loaded altima again. I'll miss my Z, was fun getting a 7 day test run out of it. But this all worked out for the best since now I'm just gonna wait for the 2012 model and probably get better financing out of the situation anyway going to a bank myself. If there's one thing I learned from this, never EVER do dealership financing. I've done this 3x before and I knew I wasnt getting the best rate, but now I've been burned hard and wont ever let it happen again. People, ALWAYS go to your local bank or credit union, or even an online loan service, get the loan, and bring a blank check to the dealership to write for the cash value you intend on paying to drive the car home. This way you never even set foot into a financier's office.
Been clinging on to my hero bankroll for the last few months since I won a freeroll back in may or whenever it was. Splashed around a little, decided to purge my database and start over fresh with some HU lessons.
Started off pretty well bumhunting, but after waiting 2 hours to get any real action today I decided to sit with the regs instead. Dumped my entire roll to an amazing luckbox reg who kept 3betting shit hands vs me that I eventually raged and just started spewing in every spot, but he'd always get there no matter what.
Anyway it was free money while it lasted so I cant be too upset. I never really intended to do anything with it since it's microstakes and there's no way to cashout. Even if I could cashout I hear best case scenario is like 8-10 weeks waiting period, then another 3 weeks just for it to clear bank or some craziness.
At least the live scene is sick good in my city though. Played NL200 last week and mother fuckers were topping up to $1000 and shit lol. Lost with top set to a flush draw in my first 30 minutes and havent been back since, but being my only option now I certainly will. There's gotta be about 3k on average to be won at these games. Just have to hope for the best.
Gonna take a shot at $25/$50 HU tonight on Hero for $1165.
Rofl wtf no I'm not Actually I just figured since nobody is really bloggin bout shit these days, I might as well provide a worthless life update. Meh, why not.
So I has a job now, which mean I can has poker money. I mean I've always had a job, kinda funny to put it that way, but considering how worthless and boring it was it just felt like nothing. I mean hell, I used to 4-table rush at my desk. Says a lot about my job responsibilities. I still maintain I always got shit done, and now that I quit I still get emails/texts/phone calls from upper management begging for assistance with things. Too bad mother fuckers, thats what you get for reducing my salary by 30%, and then keeping it there for 3 fucking years. Hey stupid shits, I'm the fucking I.T. guy, I know how much money everyone else is making already, and you FUCKED ME. Anyway I had been looking to quit probably 2 years ago so it's not like I just accepted it and kept it to myself this whole time.
So I got a new job which is sorta kickass and sorta boring too, but it pays more so whatever. The fact that I'm blogging about it right now should tell you something. One good thing though is that since I'm no longer fixing problems for people, but instead being tasked with various objectives, the job is a lot more mentally stimulating. I work for a university now so the vibe is also much different, since pretty much all I see is a bunch of fine ass 18 yr old pussy walking around all day. Goddamn it's rather difficult honestly. The best thing is just the boost in my resume credentials that a position like this offers. See I only intend to stay here for a year or so, because I'm just so fucking bored of where I live.
For starters I'd like to live in a poker friendly state, even though I dont play that much poker. I just want to know the options are available, but mainly because I just like live that much. I'm kinda slow I guess so 1-table is all I can really focus on. Since so many of us are ex-gamers, I was a 1st person shooter, not a Starcraft'er, so that might give you a little insight into how I approach strategy/competition, and why I'm not naturally talented at a game like poker. But I just really like people and being social, I like the physicality of holding cards and playing with chips, I like eating a burger and having a beer at the table, and my mood is entirely different live vs online. Honestly, it's probably the best poker environment for someone like me since I get off on it.
But of course it cant just be all about poker, since I'll have to have some kind of job first, and a desirable place to live. There arent that many non-degen poker cities honestly so it's gonna be tight. We're even thinking about moving to Canada because Canadians rock, and I'm starting to get disgusted with the United States. Vancouver is the only city I'm even remotely interested in though, so it's either there or nothing at all. I think with 1 good year of employment here, plus all the other shit I have on my resume and I'll be a lock for employment anywhere in the U.S. It's kinda funny planning my departure a mere 6 weeks into new employment, but that was always part of the end-game anyway, no matter how comfortable I get where I'm at right now.
Beyond that, poker has been hugely "MEH!!" as always. I just dont put in any volume, mainly because I kinda always expect to lose. Such a weird conflict of emotions, because here I describe how much I want to play, but then once I get the chance to actually sit down and play I avoid it. I won a freeroll for $600 on Hero a few months back, and after cashing out $200 my bankroll is down to $100 or so. I lost about 10 BI's playing NL25 HU, 1 silly shot at NL200 6max, and I think a little at omaha just because I had never played omaha before. I actually paid for a couple of lessons in HU just because I've always wanted to get into it, and the money seems good even as low as NL25. But with a shattered bankroll it's hard not to play scared. I'll probably start buying in for 60BB's or so since thats all my competition usually sits with anyway and hoping I can apply what little I've learned in 2 hours of lessons. I'd gladly buy a ton more HU coaching but because I'm not sure if I'm smart enough to actually get the hang of it I want to kinda take it step by step before investing $1000 into something I'll never use.
lol, anyone else having trouble using this shit? I uploaded a shit ton of pictures, but it randomly decides which ones I can and cant delete. Half of them somehow ended up in these albums, others appear to be in albums yet it's not really treating them like albums and thus I cant manage them, even though they show up under the general albums category, certain options are selectively missing from one picture to the next. They all show up with random fuckin sizes like google is trying to be all cute tiling your photos artistically across your screen and shit. I decided to go through and start deleting them one by one since that was the only fucking way to actually make sure some pics were gone, and I got a little google+ popup asking if I wanted to be prompted "are you sure?" every single time or not. So I unchecked the prompt, which has now made it impossible to delete ANY pictures. See without the prompt it just assumes a default NO option is being chosen, rofl. Goddamn this entire platform is such fucking fail. You cant PM anybody, instead you just post messages on your "stream" and have to choose who can see it. Wtfsrsly google? The mobile app is complete trash. It shows thumbnails in my gallery that I dont even have on my phone anymore, and when I click on them to remove it it just throws an error because obviously the file doesnt exist anymore, but I cant get rid of the goddamn thumbnail, so now my google+ mobile gallery is littered with random garbage making it impossible to navigate through.
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Actually I just figured since nobody is really bloggin bout shit these days, I might as well provide a worthless life update. Meh, why not.
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