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Raised, the Graphic Novel

April 20th, 2015

Howdy, readers! As you probably know by now, the poker writing has taken a dip, likely because my opportunities to play have decreased. Fortunately, I found another creative outlet. If you have some time to kill, check out Raised, a graphic novel written and illustrated by me! It’s free online for your reading pleasure.

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Until next time, make mine poker!

Soft Florida (Trip Report)

March 9th, 2015

I forgot how to do this. Do I stretch first? I don’t want to pull a muscle.

A couple of days ago, I was reviewing my poker sessions in the Poker Journal app when I realized that I had only played poker twice so far this year. I had a trip to Sands in Bethlehem, PA in late January and I had the recent pleasure of visiting the Coconut Creek Seminole Hard Rock Casino in Ft. Lauderdale, Florida last week. As I reviewed my meager sessions, I thought to myself, “Of course its difficult to write about poker. I barely play.” But alas, I did play recently, so maybe this won’t be so hard.

Last week, I spent some time in Florida to see my grandfathers, both of which are around 94 years old. It was an overall wonderful trip. The weather was ideal in Florida while NY was hit by snow storm after snow storm; my extended family were a delight; and wifey Kim gave me a free pass to spend a night playing poker. Which leads us to…

Look folks. Despite my lack of play, I remain a bit of a fiend for the game. Parenting, however, takes its share of my free time, so when opportunity arises, I have to take whatever I can get.

Wifey Kim, the progeny and I had spent the day in West Palm visiting one of my grandfathers. We returned to my cousin’s home in Ft. Lauderdale and began the bedtime routine. My cousin has a 2-year-old, so we had everything we needed to make this an easy trip for a toddler. The plan was to leave for the casino as soon as wifey Kim took over the sleep routine. I do baths, she does books and putting him into his crib. Once bath was done, my cousin Jarrett asked about my plan.

Jarrett: “I haven’t been to the casino in a while. What do you play?”

Me: “Usually 1/2 No Limit or 2/5 No Limit. I know you don’t play poker, really, so you may not be interested.”

Jarrett: “No Limit? Yeah, I don’t think so. But I’ll still join you and play some of the other games on the casino floor.”

Me: (pausing) “Um, okay. But, well, look. I’m going to play poker and only poker. I’m not really going to be that great company. We won’t even be in the same area. And I plan on staying until 11pm and then leaving. So, you can come and I’d love the company, but I wanted to give you an idea of what I had in mind.”

Jarrett: “Yeah, that’s fine with me.”

Me: “Also, I plan on leaving ASAP.”

Jarrett: “Oh. Well, I still have to put sheets on the bed first, and they are in the dryer, so why don’t you go ahead without me and I’ll meet…”

I’m pretty sure he said that he’d meet up with me there, but I was already running out the door before he finished his sentence.

I rode the 20 minutes to the casino in silence, accompanied only by the sweet voice of Google Maps telling me where to turn. I parked in the self-park lot and made my way into the casino.

The casino itself seemed pretty large. The parking lot was far from full, but the casino floor seemed busy. I looked for signage that would eventually led me to the poker room. Alas, I could not find it until I got a bit closer to two elevators. Sure enough, the poker room was one floor up, away from the main casino floor, and in no time, I was in my place of comfort.

The poker room itself was fairly nice. I cannot say how many tables they had, but I would assume it was north of 30. There was a tournament going on off to the side, and 1/2 and 2/5 cash games running. There may’ve been other stakes/games running as well, but time was short, so if there were other games, it never registered with me.

I looked at the lists, considered my small bankroll for the day ($500 only, since I had to hit an ATM), and opted for 1/2 NLHE. It helped that there were seats open, whereas 2/5 would require me to wait.

I hit up the cage to buy chips. The max buy-in was $200, so I went with the max and found my way to Table 3.

There are rumors that Florida is a poker boom town. Yes, I know Florida is a state and not a town, but “boom state” sounds silly. Well, if that one table for around 2 hours is any indication, all the hype is true. Rather than a bunch of retirees, I had a table of young guys (and a few retirees). The young guns were apparently having a pissing contest, as each one showed more braggadocio than the next. Players were calling and betting loose, and gabbing the entire time. To their credit, this was a friendly crew and even when a player was lamenting a suckout, it was done with little venom.

I can only recall two hands right now, and I do not recall much in the way of detail. In the first, I was dealt AsTs and since action was loose, I opted to raise to $12. I got probably around four or five callers. The flop came down T93. With top pair, top kicker, I decided to bet my hand strong. I went with $45. It folded to one player, who called all-in for slightly less. We saw the turn (Ace) and river (another Ace). I flipped my cards to show my full house and take down the pot. That’s when the table started remarking about how lucky I was.

Me: “Well, I think I was ahead when the money got into the pot, but yeah, I guess a full house is lucky.”

Everyone Else: “No, you idiot. You hit a jackpot.”

That’s when I noticed the high hand jackpot, the lowest of which was $100 for Aces-Full. I went runner runner for a $100 bonus and I didn’t even realize that it was a possibility. The floor was called, I gave my license and signed a form, and received a crisp $100 bill (as opposed to chips).

The only other hand I recall was a flopped set. The board came down with two flush cards, so I bet approximately the pot, hoping to push the flushes out of the hand. I think my post-flop bet was in the $50 range. I got two callers. The turn was a blank, so I opted to push all-in. One player hemmed and hawed before folding. The other called for less. He only had around $50 behind. In hindsight, I should have been more aware of his stack size earlier, but I am not sure I would’ve done much differently, since the other player had the bigger stack. Regardless, he called and the flush came on the river. My opponent had K4s, and had flopped top pair with the flush draw, so I cannot blame his post-flop action (I guess). What he was doing in a raised pot with K4s, though, is beyond me.

I had a great time joking around with the table. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: If you are going to play poker, you should strive to have fun whether you win or lose, because there will be days that you are destined to lose, so you may as well enjoy yourself. In this case, I won, $154, including the $100 jackpot. It was not an impressive sum on its own, but considering that I only played for around 2 hours, it wasn’t a bad showing either.

The next morning, I took my grandpa out to breakfast with my cousins and paid for everything with my winnings. After all, if you cannot enjoy the money, what’s the point.

Now, I just need to find my next opportunity to play.

Until next time, make mine poker!

Back to the Sands

February 2nd, 2015

I took a recent trip to the Sands poker room, to much success. Having a baby, now a toddler, can be a wrecking ball to free time and sleep, so my play has obviously been greatly reduced. I even stopped tracking my results after a program I was using got jacked up and I lost a bunch of old data. But, it’s a new year and wifey Kim remains a paragon of virtue and understanding, so with Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.’s Birthday declared a work holiday by my employer – the first time this has happened in the almost ten years I have worked here – it seemed like the Good Lord himself wanted me to get away for some hot poker action.


I texted around to my buddies, but most had to work, so I ended up traveling with my bro-in-law Marc. Marc and I have an interesting relationship. I love him like a brother, no doubt, but there is a fun rivalry. We love to gamble against each other and whenever we play poker, there is an undertone of one-ups-manship. I must be his lucky charm though, because whenever we play, he always seems to eke out a slightly better result, no matter how well I do.


We arrived at the Sands after an easy drive in a Zipcar. It was early, a little before 11am, but the Sands in Bethlehem always has some action going. I put myself down for the 2/5 and 1/2 lists. Marc opted for 1/2. As I was called to sit down at a new 2/5 table, the floor called a new 1/2 table which included both Marc and me. While I had mentally planned to play 2/5 since I feel both ready to move up in stakes regularly and my lack of play made me feel like higher stakes would mean more overall profit over fewer sessions, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to take it easy at a fresh table with my bud. He took the 9 seat, I took the 2 seat.


It’s a couple of weeks later now, so individual hands elude me. However, I do recall working my $200 stack up to about $420 before everything started to fall apart. Meanwhile, Marc, who was treading water while my stack increased, began to win as my stack decreased. Next thing I knew, I was reloading my stack, having dropped below $200 total.


I was definitely feeling tilt set in and it was already 1pm or later, so I asked Marc if he wanted to grab some lunch. He was on a roll and decided to stay put, so I stood up, headed to Emeril’s burger place and grabbed a seat at the bar. $20 and a damn good burger later, and I was ready to return to the action.


Before I left for lunch, I moved to the 10 seat, immediately to the left of Marc. I sat down hoping to turn my luck around, while eying Marc’s huge stack, which had grown to north of $600. I like Marc a lot, which is a blessing since he is now bound to me through marriage to his sister, and despite our rivalry, I wanted to see him win. I just wanted to win along with him.


In the very first hand back, I was dealt AA. “Amazing,” I thought to myself. “I got back just in time.” I won that pot and a few hands later, flopped a set for another nice pot. Meanwhile, the guy who had taken most of my chips from me before lunch had suffered a change of luck. When I left, he had probably $800 or so in front of him, and now he had a much less intimidating stack of $500 or so. I had changed seats mostly to get position on him, but looking back, I wonder if I was beating myself and blaming his “skills” on my losses, rather than just losing to a superior player. On the other hand, perhaps he had fallen into the same trap as me; when I was winning, I began playing looser, to my detriment. Perhaps he, too, was now off of his game, initially emboldened by his big stack until his luck turned sour; now he was in tilt mode.


His stack continued to dwindle until he was fairly short. Meanwhile, my stack was doing fine. I was into the game for $400, and I had worked up a stack of about $300+ when I had my final noteworthy hand of the night. I had 66 and called a small raise from out of position. Marc was in the hand too, as was my Nemesis, the former big stack. The flop came down 6TJ or something awfully similar. There were two hearts and I did not hold a heart. I checked. My Nemesis pushed all-in for around $100. I was salivating when, surprisingly, Marc called. I decided to make clear that I had a winning hand. Also, I didn’t want to give Marc a chance to hit a flush or something similar. I raised $100 on top. The action was back to Marc and he thought long and hard, before finally calling. The next card was a blank and when Marc checked, I pushed all-in for around $200. Excuse me if my overall math does not make sense, because time has erased some of the details, but I recall that the bet was more than $200. Marc really tanked and I decided to Hollywood. I even went so far as to stand up and pace, acting like I was on camera. I was really hamming it up when he finally folded. (Note: When I first wrote this, I said he called, but upon further thought, I now recall that I wanted him to call, but he did not). The river was another Ten and I showed my full house, 6s full of Tens. I won the pot, busted my Nemesis and put a small dent in Marc’s stack.


We played for a while longer before calling it a day. When it was all said and done, I had won around $325. Marc had won about $375. Even with that last hand, he had managed to beat me. Arguably, he did all the work, collecting from strangers and then I robbed him of some of his profit. I like to think of it that way because it makes it feel like an accomplishment over Marc, as though he was my mark (no pun intended), as opposed to me falling short of his winnings. Either way, it was great to leave with a profit.


The next day, I was still in the mood for poker, but playing at an online casino remains illegal in New York. Now, I just need to wait for some other holiday or weekend where wifey Kim can watch the spawn and I can travel ninety minutes to a poker destination. Alas, the trials and tribulations of parenthood.

Until next time, make mine poker!

The Very Dark Game of Poker

July 11th, 2014

Before I get started, for those who still check here from time to time or follow the RSS feed, I want to be clear: The tone of this post may be different, but it is all me. I don’t write often, but when I find something that captures my interest, it is nice to have a place to share it. So while I usually write about my personal experiences, today I wanted to discuss a story taking place in the poker media that got me thinking about the game we all love to play. Without further adieu:

One of the biggest stories at this year’s WSOP was the refusal of Daniel Colman, the winner of this year’s Big One for One Drop tournament, to give media interviews. Colman defeated one of the Holy Trinity of Poker, Daniel Negreanu, for the title, to win more than $15,000,000 (of which he will likely only keep a small fraction, with the rest to be distributed to his backers). After winning, media outlets sought his interview, but aside from an interview he supposedly gave to ESPN, he refused the media attention.

Naturally, this got the poker world abuzz. Most people don’t know the name Daniel Colman, but he is well regarded in the poker community for his skills as a heads-up no limit hold’em specialist. His general attitude, however, may not be as warmly received.

For most players, winning the Big One for One Drop would be a boon. There is the obvious benefit of $15M+, but there is also the added benefit of media coverage for the prestigious event, which can open additional doors for the winner. Antonio Esfandiari was able to parlay his win last year into a sponsorship deal with Ultimate Poker and if Colman were willing to play ball, he could potentially earn a sizable sum through endorsement deals that come with winning the highest buy-in tournament in the world against the best players in the world.

Beyond that, a lot of players think that it is imperative that players use the media to promote the game. Poker and its economy is dependent in some part on the influx of new money and players. When a pro gets some media attention, its in their (and every other pro’s) best interest to promote the game in a positive light. Colman was having none of that.

After enough pressure, Colman finally posted a statement of Two Plus Two. Wicked Chops Poker has a good review of why it was such a poorly written statement, along with the complete text. It can all be summed up by the first sentence, “I really don’t owe anyone an explanation but Ill give one…First off, I don’t owe poker a single thing. ” He comes off angry and defensive. He then derides the ugly side of the game, including the fact that most people lose. He likens it to alcohol or cigarettes, in that it should not be advertised. Finally, he shuns the idea of self-promotion before calling the game of poker, “a very dark game.” I love that quote.

My knee jerk reaction was that he was an ass. After all, he chose to play in this prestigious tournament, won (and generally wins) a lot of money playing the game, yet when he wins a tournament where media attention is all but certain, he refuses to play along and actually slams the very activity from which he makes his living. I then let it marinate and came to understand some of his points, if not his manner of communicating them. I have felt in the past that poker is a game where we prey on the weak, and that is not something that is positive in any sense. There are people who are problem gamblers and perhaps it is even noble to refuse to promote the game. Finally, I read Daniel Negreanu’s excellent blog post and came to realize that despite the common feeling I may share with Colman about some of the darker aspects of the game, there are many more positive aspects that should be promoted.

As a high stakes player, it must be very easy to see the negative aspects of the game. People could be playing with more money than they can afford to lose, or are living the “baller” lifestyle with little actual money behind it. Poker tends to intersect with other fringe activities, like drugs, drinking, and other forms of gambling. Walk though any casino and try not to feel depressed at the seniors turning into slot machine zombies, the broke drunk trying to find uncashed tickets, or the hookers hanging out looking for their next john. It’s damn depressing. But Negreanu did a great job reminding me (us?) of how poker is so much more than that.

Poker is a game that anyone can play. It is a social experience, where friends, old and new, can get together and compete for pennies, if they so choose. As Negreanu points out, for seniors, it may be an opportunity to socialize and the mental benefits of the game for seniors (and likely anyone) is important. It’s literally exercise for the brain. For me, growing up, it was something for me and my friends to do on a weekend evening in the safety of one of our houses, instead of hanging out in the park drinking underage. Now, its a fun past time, and a great way to meet new people, even if we are just friends at the table. And its still an excuse to hang with my buddies.

Negreanu also correctly points out that, yes, most people lose, but that does not mean that most people are losers. Negreanu uses the analogy of the NBA and PGA. Lots of people want to play at that level, just like lots of people want to play at the level of a top poker pro…but just because you cannot, does not mean there is no value in playing basketball or golf. Plus, those who are willing to push to get to those elite levels sometimes do pay a cost, physically or otherwise, but that does not make the thing they are pursuing somehow evil.

Finally, Negreanu points out that while there may be problem gamblers, they are more prone to go to the quick high of a slot machine or table game than the slow intellectual grind of a poker table.

So, I’m with Negreanu. Colman does not owe poker anything, but gratitude would be appreciated.

I am also with Negreanu that this is really a matter of integrity. If you have a problem with the game of poker, quit. If not, then play ball. Use that interview to talk about some of these darker aspects. Get your message across to the public. But taking your ball and going  home, that’s some weak ass stuff.

I’m definitely of two minds on the subject, but when its all said and done, Daniel Colman was wrong, not because of his thoughts about poker, but because of his actions. His thoughts are perhaps incomplete, favoring the darker side of the game and ignoring the positive aspects, but I am not interested in being the thought police. But when you benefit so much from an activity and you enter an event that, if you win, will come with media attention, the least you can do is provide a couple of interviews. Or just don’t play the One Drop. No one wants to interview the online heads-up pro Daniel Colman, so stay there and play your “very dark game,” and let class acts like Negreanu handle the very well-lit game that comes with playing on the biggest poker stage in the world.

Until next time, make mine poker!

Poker & Degeneracy

June 25th, 2014

It should be no surprise to anyone familiar with this site that poker attracts degenerates. In fact, my buddies and I often use the phrase as though it were a batch of honor. We plan trips to casinos without the wives so we can have a degenerate’s weekend. We take pride in playing poker so long that food and sleep become an afterthought, not to mention showering. Part of this is the counterculture character of the game. In the eyes of John Q. Pubilc, we are gamblers, and gambling is a vice, if not an outright sin. So we embrace the idea of being a degenerate because it is a funny way to diffuse or even co-opt the terms used by people who want to denounce poker players. The other part of it is the reality that we are just being ironic. My friends and I all have day jobs, so we are essentially just pretending to be degenerates for a brief period of time.

All that said, there are truly some degenerates out there and if there were one part of poker I find distasteful, its dealing with these degenerates. There are varying definitions and degrees of degenerate-ness, from the successful player who spends too much time at the table (probably the least of the degenerates) to the gambling addict who spends his last dime on poker instead of housing (cough-TBC-cough). There are degenerates who mix poker and drugs and others who are willing to win at all costs, including cheating.

The whole world of degeneracy fascinates me, likely because I am too anal retentive to actually be a real part of that world. I always joke that my anal retentiveness keeps my addictive personality in check, but there is definitely some truth to that statement. I may be willing to play online poker on sites like PKR.com, but I do so with money that I can afford, at stakes that will not affect me or my family. I may want to win, but I follow the poker rules, never cheat, and avoid angle shooting. I have too much respect for the game and myself to act otherwise.

Yet, I still can’t help but focus on the degeneracy, if for no other reason than it fascinates me. I used to play at an underground room with a player who I thought of as a very successful guy; my impression was built on his play and also his bankroll. He always seemed rolled for the biggest games offered and acted like the money meant nothing. One day, he mentioned that he just came from a pizza place. I asked offhand if he had just ate or something and he mentioned that he was just off from work. I don’t remember how I asked it, but I think I asked something akin to, “Do you own the place?” He responded, “No. I just work there.”

“WOW,” I thought. This guy works at a pizza place, likely making little more than minimum wage, and yet I am envious of his willingness to play high stakes with no regard for money. Meanwhile, I make a decent living and couldn’t accept playing anything higher than the cheapo tournaments or 1/2 NLHE at the card room. It’s the craziest thing. I both envied his degeneracy and was disappointed by it.

Then I read tales from guys like TBC. Let me first say that I LOVE TBC’s blog. For those who are unfamiliar, check it out. I don’t know if TBC would take offense, but he fits squarely in the broad definition of degenerate. The man would rather spend his small bankroll on a -EV machine than on rent. He lives a nomads existence, devoid of a home, close friends (aside from those on the Internet), or a family life (his mother and adult son live in KS, but he rarely visits them). If I were living TBC’s life, I would be miserable; and yet, I can see the attractiveness of having no responsibilities, or more accurately, neglecting all of your responsibilities in favor of following the base urges to gamble gamble gamble.

Poker and degeneracy are inevitably linked. I suppose that’s why I love them both, even if I do keep both my poker and degeneracy in check.

Until next time, make mine poker!

Father’s Day Gambling

June 25th, 2014

Father’s Day is an interesting holiday. I think I can safely say that I am not alone in my feeling that the best Father’s Day (at least for the father of a 10 month old) is one spent without any father responsibilities. Sure, celebrating with family is fun, but I don’t want for material things, so when the discussion of a gift was floated, I suggested that the best possible gift would be a much-needed break. Unfortunately, Saturday night was dedicated to wifey Kim’s dad and Sunday was for my family’s barbeque, so all I had was Saturday morning to early afternoon.

When I have free time, two things immediately come to mind: golf and poker. Golf turned out to be a no-go because of scheduling issues, so poker became the frontrunner. Sadly, online gambling is still illegal in New York, so it wasn’t like I could just dedicate some time and fire up a site like darkknightslots.com. Instead, I had to find my way to a casino in a manner that was economical and convenient to my time constraints. Its times like these when its good to have friends.

Robby Hole has always been a good gambling buddy, and Father’s Day weekend was no exception. We had made plans to meet early in the morning by his place in New Jersey. This meant that I had to be up and out of the apartment by 7:20 AM, which would normally be ridiculous for a weekend, if not for the fact that if I am lucky, my bio alarm clock (read: my son) usually wakes me up by then…and there’s no snooze button on a bio alarm clock.

Robby and I made the 90 minute or so drive with his girlfriend, who prefers slots to poker. I strolled into the poker room and placed my name on the 1/2 and 2/5 list. Lately, I’ve been preferring 2/5, but since play is few and far between, I was okay with playing 1/2, if it meant I could start sooner. A few minutes later, a new table opened up, Robby joined the table, and we were off.

I wish I kept notes of my play, but I was more focused on playing than blogging or making notes. It was an up and down day, but when the dust cleared, I walked away up $86. It’s not an impressive sum, but a win is a win. I also did not have to rebuy, which was rather nice. Meanwhile, Robby Hole went on a tear, getting paid off with the nut flush vs. the second nut flush, catching a full house on a major all-in hand against multiple opponents, and generally playing a strong game. It was wonderful to see him leave the table with a nice profit that eclipsed my own.

Equally impressive, albeit due to luck and not skill, was his $900 cigarette break. During play, Robby decided to have a smoke, so he went to the slots area, where it is allowed. When he came back, he had a $900 ticket from a slot he had played absentmindedly while puffing away on his nicotine. He earned it from a nickel slot machine. Ironically, as we drove to the casino, Robby mentioned how he had considered quitting smoking. Well, he just had 900 reasons why not to quit (counterbalanced by the 1,000,000 reasons to quit).

After playing for about four hours, Robby, his gf and I made our way to the Carnegie Deli in the Sands. The portions were obscenely large. Full, we then made our way to Pai Gow Poker, since there was not enough time to get back into actual poker without feeling rushed. Pai Gow was great too. I left up $100 to Robby’s $200 or so profit.

Overall, it was a very successful trip, both socially and financially. I love the Sands, although I have to admit that there is one aspect about the place that makes me uneasy. On one hand, it is a great room, with a poker room right in the middle of the casino floor, plentiful 1/2 and 2/5 action, and 90 minutes or so from NYC. On the other hand, the place is owned by Sheldon Adelson, a staunch opponent of online poker. I can see how as a businessman, Adelson would loath competition for his brick and mortar casinos, especially since the Sands has not been able to capitalize on legalized online gambling in Nevada, New Jersey or Delaware. However, if I want to hang out in my skivvies and play free bingo no deposit at gamevillage.com or play free cleopatra slot machine here in the comfort of my home, then from a purely legal standpoint, I don’t see much difference between hitting a slot machine’s buttons at a casino or if I click here from home.

As a brief epilogue, I was at the BBQ on Sunday when I received a text from Robby. On his way home from dropping me off at the train station, he grabbed a scratch-off lotto ticket…and won another $600. It just goes to show that good things happen to people who help me gamble.

Until next time, make mine poker!

Go Mojo Go

June 9th, 2014

A hearty congratulations to Memphis Mojo, who took third in the 2014 World Series of Poker senior event for a six-figure score. Amongst the many things I love about the poker blogging community is the fact that any of our success feels like all of our success. Mojo has always been a friendly guy, and learning of his success made me both delighted and proud to be a part of this fraternity of bloggers.

So, congratulations Mojo, and thanks for, in some small way, making the rest of us look good.

Until next time, make mine poker!

Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about starting a new blog. I often find myself pontificating as I do the dishes or lie in bed on a variety of topics. These are not things that I necessarily want to share via Facebook. Facebook is too personal. Blogs, however, are a lot freer.

For instance, as of today, there is no direct connection between my blog and my Facebook page. In fact, I am not aware of anything connecting my real name to this blog, although I am definitely not challenging you to try to connect the dots on this one. This was all by design. As a lawyer, I do not need my adversaries, clients or jurors finding my online poker journal because it may taint the way that they feel about me. While most of the readers here celebrate poker, there is a non-zero sum of people that think of it as gambling and would consider a poker blog as a sign of an addiction or fixation with gambling. Make no doubt about it, part of my love of poker is the gambling aspect, but I do not want to taint the rest of my life with the misperception of others.

Of course, the poker writing has taken a dip, as of late, because (a) without online poker, I do not play enough to warrant daily pontifications, (b) when I do write about poker, it is over at Pokerist and is a lot different than the type of writing I traditionally liked to do here, and (c) my son takes up a lot of my time and energy. But that does not mean that the writer in me, or, perhaps more accurately, the bloviator in me, doesn’t seek an outlet. The only problem is that the topics I want to discuss are really not fit for a poker blog.

So what becomes of these Thoughts Without a Home? Well, I considered starting a new blog just for these pontifications, but then I realized that I might as well dust off the old digs and just keep on writing. So, here we are.

Now, I generally abhor blog posts promising future blog posts, because those sorts of posts generally read as filler. If someone wants to post again, then just post. With that in mind, allow me to provide a bit of a sample of something that may appear in these Thoughts Without a Home posts. This one is a little bit about parenting.

I do a lot of my thinking while doing the dishes. I think it goes back to my time working at a butchershop as the cleanup boy as a teenager. I was going through a lot of teenage angst at the time and would lose myself in a loop of angsty and often depressing thoughts while cleaning the pots and pans, machinery and chopping blocks. This was before everyone had mp3 players, so it was just me and my thoughts. Even though I am the house cook, I am also the guy who does the dishes, mostly because on some perverse level, I like doing the dishes. It was during one of my recent dish cleaning forays that I started to reminisce about my childhood.

There is a particular memory that has been running around in my head lately. In grade school, I recall two kids picking on a fat kid who had a crappy home life. I remember that it upset me at the time, so I interjected and stood up for the fat kid. I challenged the bullies on their behavior, but when the dust settled, the two kids befriended the fat kid, and while the fat kid and I remained friends, I became the odd man out and never became friends with the bullies.

This is not a woe-is-me story. I had enough friends and who wanted to be friends with a couple of pricks anyway. What freaked me out as I did the dishes is that I am the same person today as I was in early grade school. I still feel compelled to stick up for those who are bullied or weaker or singled out, sometimes (although not often) to my detriment. A part of me loathes injustice. I equally loathe exclusivity, as in excluding others from activities or groups. I recall, too, as a kid that this was one of my defining motivations. I wanted everyone to include everyone. No one wanted to feel left out.

As I cleaned the dishes, the realization finally came to me. The core of who I am today at almost 35 years old is exactly the same as the core of who I was at 7 or even earlier. I suppose its like the saying, “People cannot change,” but to me, its more like, “People’s core personality is locked in early, and from there, we can strive to change, but it is hard to break from that core of who we are.”

Which brings us to parenting. My son is now 9 months old. He is a happy boy. He is not afraid of anything. He loves meeting new people. He didn’t shy away from the water features at the local playground, despite the water being freezing cold. He is intrigued by animals.

I give a lot of the credit to wifey Kim. I’ll take some of it for myself as well. Thus far, we have been very relaxed as parents. Sure, we bicker over BS when we are stressed and then apologize to each other five minutes later, but when it comes to actually being around our son and exposing him to the world, we remain relaxed. We take him to restaurants. We let people hold him. We travel with him with confidence.

As I cleaned the dishes, I had to stop and speak with wifey Kim. Our son was sleeping, so it was just us, me cleaning and her on the computer.

I called over, “Hey honey, I want to share something that just dawned on me, even though it may be obvious to you.”

“Sure. What is it?”

I briefly told her the story about the fat kid. I concluded my trip down memory lane by stating, “My personality has been locked in since I was a little kid.” I then added, “This is our son’s time to develop a personality. Everything we do now matters. I want him to be confident and have empathy and we have to instill those things in him now, because this is it. Whatever he is going to be, he will become it now.”

Wifey Kim, always supportive but also at times a bit more grounded, responded, “Yeah. That’s right,” as though it was both very true and very matter-of-fact.

“Well, I never thought of it like that.” I paused for a moment. “We better not fuck this up.”

So, that’s it. My deep thought. I wonder if anyone else can confirm my suspicions. Can you recall a time in your early life that epitomizes your core personality that persists to this day. The example I gave was from age 7 or so, but I know it reaches earlier than that.

Being a father is a crazy experience. It alternates between wonderful and exhausting. Now, though, I have a renewed appreciation for the importance of the now. I am not just raising a baby. I am, hopefully, helping my son develop a personality and worldview that will continue for the rest of his life. No pressure though. Geez.

Until next time, make mine poker!


WHAT? A POST?!! Yep.

This is an interesting time to be a poker blogger. Online poker is slowly creeping through the land (3 states down, 47 to go) and alternative online poker venues have popped up in a variety of forms. The most interesting, at least to me, are the Bitcoin based site – bdswiss.com , largely because Bitcoins are such an interesting concept. For those who are unfamiliar, I am not the person to explain it to you, but in a nutshell, a Bitcoin is a digital currency that is unregulated by any organization or government. You can buy and sell things with Bitcoin with much greater ease and less fees (try no fees) than transferring U.S. dollars or any other currency. It’s all very complicated, but Bitcoin may revolutionize the way we use money in the future, even if it is still somewhat of a scary concept for risk-averse people currently.

But why am I going on and on about Bitcoin? Well, I personally would love to own Bitcoins, but I’m too risk averse. If only there was a way to earn Bitcoins without having to spend money. What? There is? Tell me more, Pokermeister?

I would like to formally invite all bloggers to the Bitcoin Blogger Freeroll, hosted by Seals with Clubs, the world’s largest bitcoin poker website.  Seals with Clubs has been kind enough to sponsor a 500 chip freeroll (worth .5 Bitcoin) [Note from Jordan: That’s like $350 to $500 or so, depending on the current value of Bitcoins – www.bdswiss.com ] for bloggers to be held on Wednesday, February 26th, 2014 at 5PM PST / 8PM EST.

Entrance to the tournament is simple:

1.    If you don’t already have an account with Seals with Clubs, you can sign up by following this link.
2.    Simply place the banner / picture below onto your site in the form of a post, telling your readers how you will be playing in the Bitcoin Blogger Freeroll at Seals with Clubs.  You can cross-link this site for further, detailed information if you wish.
 3.    Send me a verification email with a link to your post containing the banner to ThePokerMeisterTPM@gmail.com.
4.    Upon verification, I will send you a password to the freeroll.
5.    Please do not share this password, as it will ruin the idea of a blogger-only  freeroll.  Remember: Bryan Micon & Seals with Clubs have been kind enough to contribute all 500 chips to the freeroll, intending to give back to the blogger community!  Let’s show them that the blogger community is still alive and kicking!
Details of the tournament:
1.    Name: Bitcoin Blogger Freeroll
2.  Game Type: No Limit Hold’em
3.    Date: Wednesday, February 26th
4.    Time: 5PM PST / 8PM EST
5.    Starting chips: 3000
6.    Structure: Normal
7.    Prize: 500 chips
8.  Who is invited: Anyone with a blog willing to share the Bitcoin Blogger Freeroll Logo on their site
I’m hoping that you will blog about the tournament during or afterwards, as I think it will be fun to get all of the old and new bloggers together.

What spawned this?

I read a post the other day that mentioned the Mookie / Dank.  For those who are new to the blogosphere, the Mookie (renamed the Dank) was a weekly poker tournament held on Full Tilt before the DOJ shutdown / seizure.  The intent of the tournament was to have a place where all the bloggers and their readers could meet weekly, put up their [nominal, $10] buy in and take bragging rights for the week.  Most players would blog about the play on their respective blogs, but most importantly, it was a great way to hang out and play with friends.
I’m hoping that this tournament can turn into a weekly buy-in tournament.  Perhaps we can rekindle the fire of the Mookie / Dank once again, allowing for the rivalries that we had among each other.  Depending on how the Bitcoin Blogger Freeroll turns out, Seals with Clubs has kindly offered to set up a recurring blogger tournament (buy-in to be determined).
Hope to see you there!P.P.S.  If you’d like to find out more about Bitcoins and Bitcoin poker – transactions, how it works, etc., I put a short post together awhile ago summarizing operations.  See here & here.  Seals with Clubs has an FAQ on the site and how it operates, as well as a brief Bitcoin overview as well.

Finally, FWIW, you have an option of playing within a Windows (or Mac) software downloadable client (which is non-invasive; i.e. it does not install onto your machine – you download it, unzip it & run the executable), you can play on the website’s Flash client (play within your browser), or you can play on your Android phone or tablet with their downloadable app.

Wow, Pokermeister! That’s AMAZING!!! <Slow clap>
So, get some Bitcoins for free by following Pokermeister’s instructions and joining us for some old school blogger poker tournament action with some new school sensibilities.
Until next time, make mine poker!

Image and Bet Sizing

October 1st, 2013

I was working on an article for Pokerist when I stumbled upon a basic poker bet sizing principle that I had never seen discussed before. The origin was an old Poker Road podcast, which included an interview with a pro whose identity I can no longer recall. I think it was Phil Laak, but whoever it was, the player was known for his loose play.

Paraphrased, the player explained that he had made a recent breakthrough in his game because he had identified a very basic concept that he had been ignoring: bet big with strong hands and bet small with weak hands, aka bluffs. Of course, this strategy makes perfect sense and it sounds like a 5 year old could’ve said it, since it appears so basic. But the pro had been tending to do the opposite, betting small to get value from big hands and betting big to force players to fold to his weak hands.

As I ruminated on the simple genius of this concept, I realized that there exists a huge caveat. If you are regarded as loose, the play works because your big bets with big cards will get paid off and your bluffs are not so dependent on bet size because when people play against a loose player, they tend to overvalue the importance of their own cards and therefore will fold to a small bet or large bet often in the same manner depending on their cards when determining when to call down the loose player.

But if you are a tight player, the advice of the pro doesn’t work. Large bets are regarded by opponents as a sign of strength from a tight player, so betting big with big cards will only result in folds and no value. Small bet bluffs don’t work as well because players may think the tight player can be pushed off the pot with a reraise. The principle works the same whether you are playing live or on us online poker sites. The key is knowing your table image.

It’s no surprise that play strategies must be different for tight and loose players, but I’ve never heard it explained this way before.

Until next time, make mine poker!