Ah! Yes this blog will be late but in fairness I do have a life outside the club….well ok that’s a bit of a stretch but as I write this I’m sitting in bed with a Kopparberg!!!! See it may be 7 in the morning to you but not for me. That’s me justifying it anyhoo. Just missing the beautiful woman and then I’m set to go. Anyhoo enough about me, on with the show.
First things first, TAP or the Andrex Puppy wanted to apply for a name change as it seemed uncool and, well, gay. Fair enough. I was stuck there for a while considering names. Spartan? Not everyone would get the Halo reference and would only drift back to 300, which is full of semi clothed men. More gay references, uhm nope! After running through a few more options, Rock, Ho Train, etc I decided to run the name off the cash game performance. So from this point on TAP shall be called Roadkill =o).
The tourney saw a small battlefield where eight Generals and one sergeant took part. In order of seating arrangements; Cobble Jnr, The Cyclist, The ever jovial Skid, The Good twin, Cobble, Geoff, Yours truly, Peter Griffin and Buzz Lightyear. Now one hand has to get a mention as I was roasted for it. I am generally known as a tight enough player, fair enough. I did get a bit of culture shock when I started playing outside Dublin and Cork as apparently any paint, regardless of kicker is seen as an all in hand (not to mention 10,3! 10,3!!!!!!!!! Some other time) so being an adaptive sort of bloke I changed my game accordingly. Here’s the hand:
My Big Blind, Family Guy raises, Geoff calls and I call with A5 of clubs.
Flop comes 3,3,4. (gutshot for me, put Family Guy on an overpair or AK and know Geoff has sweet FA)
I bet out a thousand (blinds are still only 150/300), Family Guy raises to 3,500 (or 4,500, can’t remember) and Geoff folds.
Here’s where things go wonky, normally I wouldn’t even have bet the thousand on the flop or called preflop. But when in Rome…. I call
Turn comes 7 and I check fully willing to surrender the hand at this point. Family guy checks!!!!!!!!!!! Happy birthday to me, free card.
Sure enough the river comes my beloved little ducky. I insta-ship! 4,100. Family Guy thinks for a while and calls. I call straight and he mucks. Hooks or Ladies can’t remember which.
Next thing I know Family Guy bitches about shocking play! (don’t check the turn next time bud and when I move all in I usually have it.) Geoff then turns on me for calling for a gutshot. Even Yoda was surprised. Hands up yes I called for a gut shot. I didn’t, however give myself a free card or make a call on a paired, straight board with an overpair. This being the first time a gutshot was ever called for in the club, of course. Thank you, the defence rests!
Another strange hand occurred between the Good twin and Buzz lightyear. Pocket ladies filled a set on the river to take down the hand but I think I had better let the two of them tell you how the betting went and why it went like it did. Twas odd though.
As the tourney went on luck reared its ugly head on many occasions for many people, myself included, until it came down to the Good Twin and myself. We struck a gentlemen’s accord and The Good Twin got the points for the victory.
Onto the cash game! This was the first night for the brand spanking new cash league. Hurrah! Since nearly everyone had fled to the hills we decided to have a nice intimate game. The Fish, Family Guy, Yoda (gone for more food!!) and Roadkill sat down and between the five of us we made the Good Twin buckle under pressure. Making it a round of each helped. The young Ewok came in but fled to greener pastures again! Come home soon we miss you.
The cash game was interesting to say the least. Draws were pushed and hit quite a bit in Omaha. Yoda cackled his way to hitting the nuts two hands in a row and Roadkill was well…..roadkill. Barn door, shotgun syndrome. He hit a good hand, someone hit a better hand and I believe there were two cooler hands involved as well. Cold decked, hate to see it happen. If its any consolation dude, someone sat in that chair after you and busted out about 5 times there.
Enter two new players who shall remain completely anonymous and the round of each became a NLH cash game. Family Guy, Road kill and the Good twin bowed out, gracefully in some cases, knocking over more tables in others, which left our two strangers, the Fish and Yoda. I kinda dozed off during this session but distinctly remember 8,3 poking its head up once or twice or twenty times. Once hitting runner runner for two pair, another just having the 3 pair was enough for a pot over €80!!! Good god. Yes my nose was rubbed in it and yes I still think its common as muck and shit. There I said it!!!! League amount was good for the first night considering the numbers. When the games pick up I can see a fairly decent sized prizepool in 3 months. Remember 50 hours gets you through!
Anyhoo me Kopparberg aint going to drink itself and well I think this rant, I mean Blog, is long enough. If you made it this far bless you little cotton socks. I’m off to watch some porn.
Nitey nite
Your friendly
Caboose.
*** Tip of the day: Under no circumstances should you every watch The Marine. Seriously don’t do it!! You have been warned.
Toodles
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Sunday 27th....quiet cash game anyone?????
There we were settling down to a nice €1/€2 no limit holdem cash game. Or so I thought. How wrong can someone be..... I'm getting ahead of myself. Lets go back to the beginning. Let me paint you the picture.
Its sunday night, fairly quiet, no tournament so relying on a cash game to wyle away the hours. The weather outside has absolutely no relevance to this blog so it shall remain unknown. If you really wanna know, think back.....did you get wet? A few early stragglers come in, one goes for dinner and claims he'll be back in an hour. There's still no sign of him so needless to say we were sick with worry for the rest of the night. The Ornithologist comes in along with the self proclaimed Mr Nasty (who shall be referred to as the Andrex Puppy or TAP from this point forward). The young Ewok from Endor comes in and upon seeing no one wanting to give away their money, wants to flee to another small moon. Talk about your loyalty!!!!!! Anyhoo we send out communications to other members and Pinocchio walks in. We got us a cash game!!!! Yoda bravely steps up to "fill the numbers" with an evil glint in his eye!
We get underway with the new "world series quality cards". Which are promptly discarded after half an hour as not one of them resembles a flat, rectangular piece of plastic anymore! Ah good ole Copags. The evil twin comes in to fill the numbers as does mini Pinocchio whom we shall call Jimmny Cricket. Please note barring Don Santos and The evil twin there is no other person at this table over 5 feet tall. Barring me!!!!!! Pinocchio lives up to his name by claiming that he has been with most of the hot celebrities that appear on tv (god bless Minx) 2 years ago. By my count that means that he was with a very fit celebrity (and George Michael) every day of that year. Hmmmm.......
The action is good throughout the game and the usual suck outs and curses help carry us through the night. Along with the usual jokes and unusual stories, most of which are about other people in foreign locations. Then things take a turn for the strange. With four brave warriors left the normal €1/€2 blinds are, what you might call, shredded. The young Ewok gets a rush of blood to his head and straddles for €15. So now we have blinds that are €1/€2/€15. Sounds interesting until you realise that the €15 is raised 95% of the time. Then Don Santos and The young Ewok try and destroy Yoda's grasp on the force by out straddling each other. It went pretty much like this, if there were three players in the pot there would be around €15, this usually happened on Yoda's measely straddle which went to an all time high of €8. Yet a 2 way pot usually saw a flop for €80. Much scratching of head!!!!!
Not only were the straddles and blind a little...odd, so too were the plays and calls. A board which read A,K,X,6,K was betted by 8 2 off on the flop and called by 6 5 off!!!!! on the F-L-O-P!!!!!! All the chips were pretty much doing a tour of the table until only the Ewok and Yoda were left. Three hands of PLO were played and to fit in with the theme of craziness for the night the first hand was 13 card omaha. It only took about 15 minutes as both players couldnt even make out their hands. So we calmed down to 9 card omaha for the next hand. B-o-r-i-n-g. The last hand of the night was 21 card omaha, ditch 5 off the flop, 5 off the turn and 3 off the river!!!! Taken down by Yoda and a massive set of Aces!!!!!
Ahhhhhhh what a strange night. Now I have to go to Tescoes and walk around in a bewildered state at what I had just seen. Sunday nights....not a night to miss up here. God knows whats going to happen with the Omaha Tourney starting next sunday. I weep for the future.
your friendly
Caboose
Its sunday night, fairly quiet, no tournament so relying on a cash game to wyle away the hours. The weather outside has absolutely no relevance to this blog so it shall remain unknown. If you really wanna know, think back.....did you get wet? A few early stragglers come in, one goes for dinner and claims he'll be back in an hour. There's still no sign of him so needless to say we were sick with worry for the rest of the night. The Ornithologist comes in along with the self proclaimed Mr Nasty (who shall be referred to as the Andrex Puppy or TAP from this point forward). The young Ewok from Endor comes in and upon seeing no one wanting to give away their money, wants to flee to another small moon. Talk about your loyalty!!!!!! Anyhoo we send out communications to other members and Pinocchio walks in. We got us a cash game!!!! Yoda bravely steps up to "fill the numbers" with an evil glint in his eye!
We get underway with the new "world series quality cards". Which are promptly discarded after half an hour as not one of them resembles a flat, rectangular piece of plastic anymore! Ah good ole Copags. The evil twin comes in to fill the numbers as does mini Pinocchio whom we shall call Jimmny Cricket. Please note barring Don Santos and The evil twin there is no other person at this table over 5 feet tall. Barring me!!!!!! Pinocchio lives up to his name by claiming that he has been with most of the hot celebrities that appear on tv (god bless Minx) 2 years ago. By my count that means that he was with a very fit celebrity (and George Michael) every day of that year. Hmmmm.......
The action is good throughout the game and the usual suck outs and curses help carry us through the night. Along with the usual jokes and unusual stories, most of which are about other people in foreign locations. Then things take a turn for the strange. With four brave warriors left the normal €1/€2 blinds are, what you might call, shredded. The young Ewok gets a rush of blood to his head and straddles for €15. So now we have blinds that are €1/€2/€15. Sounds interesting until you realise that the €15 is raised 95% of the time. Then Don Santos and The young Ewok try and destroy Yoda's grasp on the force by out straddling each other. It went pretty much like this, if there were three players in the pot there would be around €15, this usually happened on Yoda's measely straddle which went to an all time high of €8. Yet a 2 way pot usually saw a flop for €80. Much scratching of head!!!!!
Not only were the straddles and blind a little...odd, so too were the plays and calls. A board which read A,K,X,6,K was betted by 8 2 off on the flop and called by 6 5 off!!!!! on the F-L-O-P!!!!!! All the chips were pretty much doing a tour of the table until only the Ewok and Yoda were left. Three hands of PLO were played and to fit in with the theme of craziness for the night the first hand was 13 card omaha. It only took about 15 minutes as both players couldnt even make out their hands. So we calmed down to 9 card omaha for the next hand. B-o-r-i-n-g. The last hand of the night was 21 card omaha, ditch 5 off the flop, 5 off the turn and 3 off the river!!!! Taken down by Yoda and a massive set of Aces!!!!!
Ahhhhhhh what a strange night. Now I have to go to Tescoes and walk around in a bewildered state at what I had just seen. Sunday nights....not a night to miss up here. God knows whats going to happen with the Omaha Tourney starting next sunday. I weep for the future.
your friendly
Caboose
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