High On Poker

Welcome to Bethlehem!

February 11th, 2010

Bethlehem! It’s not just the birthplace of fellow blogger QueensUp! It’s also the birthplace of a little guy we like to call Baby Jesus. But now, it’s so much more!

Bethlehem, Pennsylvania. Population: ~70,000. 75% Caucasian. Mean household income of ~$50,000. Unemployment rate as of Oct. 2009, 10.5%. Number of registered sex offenders: 65. Birthplace of Jonathan Taylor Thomas.

You may be curious as to why I am sharing these riveting facts about Bethlehem, PA. Well, if you haven’t caught on by now, allow me to assist you. Bethlehem, PA is going to be my new AC.

While discussing all of the changes in NE poker, I neglected the most important part: how it effects me! The short answer is that on a personal level, I am glad to see poker demystified in any way possible. Legalized poker in the NE will help that goal. While I am scared for AC, its mostly because AC was a place I visited since childhood. But even if AC goes belly-up, I still have my memories.

The biggest way it will effect me, though is to give me more options. And the closest option is, you guessed it, Bethlehem, PA!

Bethlehem, PA is approximately 1.5 hours from Manhattan, a good 45 minutes faster than the fastest mode of transportation to AC. If I were to bypass NYC driving by picking up a rental car in, say, beautiful Newark, a 15 min. train ride from my home, I can be in Ole Bethy in 1 hour, fifteen minutes by car. That’s a good hour faster than AC, not including the trip to and from the bus station in Manhattan.

Bethlehem, PA. The home to future WPBT gatherings? Ok, that’s pushing it. But for the time being, it looks like the best candidate for live, legal poker for HoP and the rest of NY.

Until next time, make mine PA poker!

Have AC Changes Already Begun?

February 10th, 2010

First off, I am glad that people appreciated the last post about the spread of legalized poker in the North East and its likely effect on AC. Riggstad wrote up his own opinion, as did HeffMike. All of us seem to agree that at the very least, AC will have to become a destination town, rather than a gambling town. In other words, the city needs to find ways to attract travelers beyond the mere fact that there is legalized gambling.

With that in mind, I argued for lower hotel room rates. Oddly, Heff and Rigg did not seem to think that was the right move. I simply wish to reiterate the point that the low prices are necessary to entice travelers to come to AC. Why fly to AC for a $450/night weekend room when you can fly to Vegas for a $99/night room? Lower room rates will attract travelers to AC as a destination.

Well, I guess AC has been reading my blog, because I recently received a free room in the mail from Tropicana AC.

In the annals of AC casinos, Tropicana is actually one of my favorites. Showboat was (and I guess still is) the unofficial official AC Casino/Hotel of HighOnPoker, but Tropicana was my first true AC love.

As a kid, my family went to AC at least once a year. We usually stayed at the Tropicana. I knew the hotel like the back of my hand. Me and my brothers would spend hours playing elevator tag or running to the arcades (which have since been replaced by more slots) where we would play Street Fighter until we ran out of change. They even had a basement amusement park for kids called Tivoli Piers. To this day, I can vividly remember the layout, including the bumper cars and a cool shooting game. Hell, my brothers and I could sing the the songs that played in the background of some of the rides.

Of course, all that family friendly bullshit is gone. The Trop eventually went wall-to-wall slots wherever they could. They still have a lot of table games, including a huge table-game-only area. The Asian pit is decent. The rooms are average to above-average. The food options are probably tops for any Boardwalk property. Hell, they even have an IMAX movie theater in the hotel.

They were also under some financial strains recently.  Less than 2 yrs ago, they filed for bankruptcy, only to emerge in December free of debt. The Tropicana in AC was bought out of bankruptcy by Carl Icahn. So perhaps I have Mr. Icahn to thank for the casino’s newfound generosity.

Last week, I received a mailing from Tropicana. It mentioned Two Free Nights, EVERY WEEK, through April 8. The mailing also included $25 free slot play and other offers, including free comp dollars to the Trop’s various restaurants, free tickets to a new (lame-looking) show, and other giveaways. What it did not say was what the limitations would be.

I looked at the mailing and had to consider that it was possibly a scam. At the very least, it would actually be limited in certain ways, like weekdays only. At the worst, it was a complete fake or was a timeshare scam. There was a dedicated phone number for the mailing, so I called it first.

No answer. Hmm. I tried again the next day. No answer.

I had my suspicions now, but it was the weekend, and perhaps this special offer was not staffed during irregular business hours. I tried again on Monday. This is what I was told.

The Tropicana has, in fact, offered me the following:

2 free night…

every week…

until April 8…

ANY DAY OF THE WEEK!

I have never received such a generous offer from AC. Naturally, I immediately booked the first weekend in March for wifey Kim and I. The plan is to visit AC for the day on Saturday and see Alice in Wonderland in 3D IMAX at the Trop. I am also eying weekends late in March to go with friends for a proper poker trip.

I’m guessing the next management and shitty economy are to blame for this fine offer. All I know is that it has already induced me to book a room and make purchases at Tropicana. I can only hope that the Trop benefits from this great offer and begins an AC trend.

Until next time, make mine poker!

The Crowded Atlantic

February 8th, 2010

Like dominoes, the morals of New England are toppling around us. Where once a land of Amish, Puritanical Witch Hunters, Orthodox Jews and Jesus Freaks roamed the land, now opportunistic Indians, degenerate gamblers, and blue hairs make their home.

For those who have not been following along, over the last year, there have been some huge changes to the poker scene in the Northeast, with some of the biggest changes yet to actually take hold.

In September 2009, I wrote about a recent Pennsylvania law that permitted the addition of table games to a state that had already legalized slots.

In November 2009, I wrote about a law that recently passed in Ohio that permitted casinos, including poker, in several major cities.

Well, just a few months later and it looks like we get to add Delaware and possibly even Maryland to new Northeast poker hotspots.  Lawmakers in Delaware recently voted to extend their already legal slots and sportsbetting (incidentally, the only legal sportsbetting on the East Coast) to include table games and a law has been proposed in Maryland to expand their video lottery operations. The Delaware law recently passedand if the Maryland law passes , AC will be facing even more competition from its nearby neighbors.

I’ve been trying to determine if my concerns for AC are unfounded or not, but after creating a Google Map with the old poker options (for me, that meant AC, Foxwoods, Mohegan Sun and Turning Stone), I added the new potential rooms based on various reports I had seen and have created a map that looks like a nightmare for AC.

Here is an old map showing just the poker options generally available to people in the New York City area.


View NorthEast Poker 2008 in a larger map

I recommend zooming out to get the full effect.

As you can see, there was not much competition. Why? Because almost universally, gambling was frowned upon. When AC introduced gambling, it was merely because of the depressed seaside town and the success of Vegas that allowed the gambling expansion. When Native Americans figured out they could open casinos, Connecticut and even upstate New York saw additional casinos to compete with Atlantic City. But even then, the options were few and far between. After all, the puritanical, anti-gambling sentiment that permeated the Northeast was still in full effect.

Now, a demystification of gambling, together with the financial needs of the State have seen gambling sprout like a weed in a neglected garden. Of course, even weeds can eventually be turned into a commodity.

The result:


View NorthEast Poker 2010 in a larger map

The old haunts are depicted with the yellow dollar signs, since those are where I currently make money (holla!). I added the nearest new likely casinos with the fire icon, since they seem to be spreading like wildfire and are a danger to AC. I used simple red warning signs for some of the further rooms, which I do not think are likely to directly affect AC, except for maybe reducing some charter flights.

What do you see? AC is under siege! I even included a recently added West Virginia room (I’m sure there are more) to demonstrate how this isn’t just an attack from one direction; AC is taking it from all ends.

What can AC do? Well, mostly pray. Unless AC can find another reason to attract customers, AC will continue to suffer. In my estimation, that means that AC needs to do three things:

1. Lower Room Rates – Room rates in AC are often prohibitively high, especially during the summer months. But if AC is going to attract players who can find poker nearby, AC will have to be a destination and all destinations need affordable accommodations. This way, when your buddy says, “Let’s go play some poker this weekend!” you’ll say, “Okay, I have some cheap rooms at the Tropicana in AC and I love that place, so let’s go!” instead of “We’ll hit the casino downtown, since it’s convenient. AC is overpriced anyway.”

This may already be happening. I received an advert with two free rooms in the Tropicana Casino Hotel for any time until April. It seems to include weekends, which is a rarity. The Trop is a great property, but it was recently under a lot of financial troubles and was sold to another company. That is probably the impetus for the free rooms, but at least the owners recognize that the first step to profit is to bring back the players.

2. Continue featuring Big Entertainment – AC already does a fairly good job with their slew of live entertainment. It isn’t Vegas, with large, established shows, but there are usually big comedy acts or musical acts in town every weekend and lesser acts during the week. AC needs to continue, and possible build, on this, because that, too, will create a Destination Town, as opposed to a gambling town.  For instance, when wifey Kim conned me into going to Dancing with the Star Live, she did so by suggesting we see the AC show. We did. It sucked. But at least we were already in AC, where we had an expensive steak dinner and gambled.

3. Diversify and Advertise – AC had been doing a good job of diversifying beyond gambling. The Tropicana, for instance, has an IMAX 3D theater. An outdoor outlet mall sprung up a few blocks from the boardwalk. Caesars renovated the old Ocean One mall to create an updated mall-like experience. A scary-looking carnival sprung up on the Boardwalk. These are key to AC’s future. AC cannot simply rely on being a gambling destination, so alternative activities, especially for the winter months when the beach is useless, is key. But even more than that, AC needs to rehabilitate its image. It’s seen as a shady, dirty, gambling hole that is a joke in comparison to Las Vegas. But if more people knew of the other things to do in AC (more is needed), then perhaps that image can be fixed and the crowd will look forward to AC, rather than settle for it because its the nearest gambling destination.

In the meanwhile, I’m already mapping nearby destinations. Allentown, Pennsylvania, here I come!

Until next time, make mine poker!

Poker Cookies

February 6th, 2010

Here’s a unique concept. Thanks to the Summer Bankroll Challenge, I’ve been playing more online poker than usual. I’ve also been playing exclusively at PokerStars, such that I’ve reached Silver Star status for the first time ever. I really have no idea about all of the benefits, but I’m a Star damnit, so I guess that counts for something.

I’ve also been accumulating FPPs, basically points given by poker sites based on the amount of play that can be redeemed for various items in the FPP store. I was browsing the store with my 4000 points when I stumbled upon something unexpected…

I am now the proud owner of 36 cookies, courtesy of PokerStars! I’m looking forward to trying the Chocolate Chip-Up Cookies, the Oatmeal Raisings, and the Ginger Snap Calls!!* A complete review will follow once received.

Until next time, make mine poker edibles!

*Not real cookie names.

Too Many Words About 91 Hands

February 5th, 2010

I have decided to try something different today. Last night, when I was waiting for wifey Kim to get off the phone, I decided to play a heads-up SNG. Since my bankroll got a recent boost, I tried a $50 PLO8 HU SNG, a bit higher than I usually play. The game lasted longer than anticipated, but in the end, I came out victorious. It’s now several hours and 7 hours of sleep later, so I am going to review the hand history to see if there is anything worth learning. Come join me!

In the first hand, I was dealt a mediocre holding, but blinds were 5/10 with stacks of 1500, so there was lots of room to play. I decided that since I was in position, I’d min-raise to 20. This was part psychological ploy, since I wanted to start off aggressive with a win, and a strategic play. I was in position, and I wanted to build more pots in position than out of position. I ended up taking down the pot on a c-bet on the flop.

The next hand, I raised preflop out of position to 30 total. I actually had a decent hand for a heads-up PLO8 game, A3J8, double suited, but it didn’t pan out. I ended up calling a flop and turn bet and folding on the river when my hand failed to develop into anything call-worthy.

By hand 3, my opponent, Piranha, already had me at a disadvantage. He had 1630 and I had 1370. That’s not a huge gap, but its still significant because if we get all-in, I’m the one who can be busted. I am always very conscious of that threat.

Because of this, I slowed down on the next hand and won the blinds when I bet pot (20) on the river.  I took down the next hand with a preflop raise  followed by a modest turn bet. Two in a row, this early, can be a momentum changer. I made it 3 in a row with another small win and then split a pot when I called down Piranha’s river bet. I got the sense that he was tired of letting me win. I had a decent low, so I didn’t want to give him a chance to turn things back in his favor.

By this point in the tournament, things shifted. I always emphasize the ebb and flow nature of heads-up matches. If you pay attention, you can pick up on where a game is naturally going and hopefully exploit the situation. For instance, if your opponent feels emboldened and keeps betting, you know that it is time to start laying traps. Sometimes, you induce this situation by going into fold mode, where you fold many hands in a row. On other occasions, things may be flowing your way and you can raise with garbage because you know your opponent is mentally in fold mode.

This was an area of calm water. I think we both realized that this was going to be a back-and-forth match, and through hand 14, we were treading water by playing small pots. I had narrowed the gap considerably 20 at a time, so that we were at 1540/1460 (Piranha in the lead) when we reached Hand 14.

On hand 14, Piranha raised in position to 30. We were still on 5/10, and it became apparent that this was going to be a long tournament, since blinds went up every 10 minutes. I held A367 rainbow, and decided to call.

The flop was 963 with two diamonds. That gave me bottom two pair and a draw to a fairly weak but not terrible low. I checked and Piranha bet 50 into the 60 pot. I called, thinking that it was likely he was playing a high pocket pair like AA or KK or a low draw like A2 based on his preflop action.

The turn was another 6d, giving me a full house and filling up a flush draw. I checked again and Piranha bet out 110. I decided just to call, with the hope that he would assume his flush was good and bet out one more time before I check-raised him. Remember, for the last 10 hands, we had been playing tiny pots, so I was under the impression that this sudden burst of action likely was not just a stone cold bluff and I wanted to maximize value as much as possible.

With that strategy in mind, I checked the river, only to be met by another check. As it turned out, my opponent had A974 with two clubs. The river didn’t help him with a low, so he had essentially crap. I took down the pot and with it the lead. I also mentally kicked myself for not raising the turn or betting the river, but it probably would not have made a difference. With his crap cards, I doubt he would’ve called a raise or river bet.

For the first time since the first hand, I had retaken the lead, 1650 to 1350. More importantly, momentum was on my side.

I checked a preflop raise on the next hand with mediocre holdings, expecting that my opponent was trying to win back his loss as quickly as possible. I took the pot from him when he went passive post-flop, allowing me to bet pretty light on the turn. We then chopped a pot that was pretty nicely built up after I turned a flush and my opponent turned a straight and an emergency low.

Once again, the excitement was followed by a lull, as we both checked down the next two hands. Piranha then took a pot off of me with a raise on the flop in a hand where I was playing a pocket over-pair (something I would only do with any level of confidence in a HU PLO8 game). I was happy to fold, since neither of us were really raising. I decided to also start raising more to also get the benefit of our raise-free history. I would not have a chance to do so, though, for a while.

In the next hand, I finally get a premium start, with AAK2, and win a few bucks with a preflop raise and c-bet. That was followed by about 8 or 9 small pots. For the majority of that time, I was raising preflop and receiving folds. So, I loosened my requirements and was able to retain my lead at 1670/1330, which had dipped a bit after my fold to Piranha’s raise.

For the next ten or so hands, Piranha and I alternated taking down small pots. I was able to mostly maintain my lead at 1600/1400 when we finally tangled in a significant pot.

It was hand #40 and we were still at 10/20,  so it was clearly going to be a long game. I held AJT5, with the J5h, not a bad holding heads up because of the Ace, low draw, and three high cards. Piranha decided to min raise to 40, so I opted just to call because I was out of position.

The flop was A24, with two hearts. Not too shabby, but not ideal. I was still only drawing to a low, albeit a decent one; my opponent, meanwhile, probably already made a low. I was also drawing to a Ace-Jack flush. That’s not too bad either, particularly heads up. Meanwhile, I had top pair, a decent kicker, and even a 3 would give me a strong high hand.

Rather than push the action, I opted to check. Piranha bet 60 into the 80 pot and I called. The turn was a 6d. I had made a decent low (only 35 beat me, but a lot of card combinations tied me), but I still had a pretty weak high hand. The 6 also put up a diamond draw on the board.

The river was a 7d. My opponent bet 120 and I decided to call, hoping that my low was good. It was not. My opponent held AKQ3. The river 7 counterfeited my low and my high was beat by his kicker. Momentum shifted with the 440 pot. I now had 1380 to his 1620.

I began to attack the blinds again, eventually closing the gap to 1440/1560 before the next significant hand, hand #46. I held AJ66, with A6h, in the big blind. Piranha min raised to 40 and I called out of position.

The flop was AA3 with two diamonds. That wasn’t too shabby, but then again, A3 was definitely within my opponent’s range, as was AK or AQ. I decided to test the waters with a bet of 40. Piranha raised to 160 (120 more) and I hesitated before calling. I was not sure at the time whether my small bet had induced a raise and I was tired of folding to his (relatively rare) raises). The turn was a 5s. I checked. Piranha bet 220. I called. This was a mistake. I didn’t have a low yet and my high was far from a lock. The turn was a 2s. I checked. Piranha bet 840. This was one of the larger bets over the first 50 hands and I took my time. Perhaps in a lesser game, I make the knee-jerk call and hope for half the pot, but this time, I opted for a fold. I knew that if I called 840 and lost the entire pot, the game was over, and I wanted to find a better spot.

By now, we are at hand 47 and I’m in trouble with 1020 to my opponent’s 1980. It’s the biggest lead he has had so far. It’s the biggest lead either of us had up until that point. I took another hit in the very next hand, dropping to 880.

Through hand 55, we traded smaller pots, until I was down 920 to 2080.  Through hand 69, I increased my aggression, hoping to grind out enough small pots to put me back in a more secure position. I was generally successful, even though I was playing with crap cards; the gap closed to 1280/1720 before Piranha was able to win a small but significant pot from me to put me back down to the 900-1000 range. I hovered there for a while until hand #82 (1040/1960).

In hand 82, I was dealt KJ64 with two diamonds (J4) and two spades (K6). I was out of position in the big blind. We were still only at 15/30. Piranha min raised preflop to 60. I called.

The flop came down AK3, with two heatrs (A3). I checked the flop and Piranha bet 90. I made a fairly loose call. The turn was a 6. He checked and I checked my two-pair. The river was a Queen and we both checked again. I scooped as Piranha showed down with A44T, with no hearts. It was a minor pot, but it still put me in better chip position, 1190/1810. I also had a lot more information about Piranha willingness to bet out when weak. Keep in mind, we were 82 hands into the game, but there was a lot of folding.

Blinds went up the very next hand top 25/50. I was glad since I tend to excel as blinds raise. That should not be much of a surprise, since the decisions become less as your stack size dwindles, compared to the blinds. I was still far out from push-or-fold mode, but we were finally getting to a stage where stealing pots actually meant something.

Rising my momentum and utilizing position, I raised to 150 (3x the BB) preflop with 7732, with 73 of hearts. Piranha called. The flop was J22, rainbow. I hit trips, but my kickers were crap. I bet out 250 anyway. Unless he had JJ or the case 2, I was ahead for the time being. He had neither and folded. I was up to 1340/1660. Position helped big time in this hand.

I kept the heat on, betting out on the next flop for another small pot. I had tons of draws, but was happy that I did not need to hit any. I wanted momentum to stay on my side.

In the next hand, I was in position again, so I played the rush by raising to 150 again with Q632, rainbow. I took down the pot uncontested.

Now at 1440/1560,  I raised to 150 out of position preflop after Piranha just flat called the BB. I had 2456, rainbow, which was good for low draws, but not a super hand. I wanted, once again, to simply win the pot, but I got a call and we saw a flop of QQ5, rainbow. I checked and my opponent bet out 150. I considered my options and chose a call, since I was somewhat leary of the possibility that my opponent was making a play at the pot in position. I flat called the 150. The turn was a 7c, creating two clubs on the board. It also gave me an open-ended straight draw, along with some low draws. Piranha bet 200 into the 600 pot, and I felt pot committed enough to call the small sum, even if it meant I may’ve been playing for half the pot (not a certainty, but a possibility). The river was an Ace, giving me the second nut low and nothing but a pair of 5s (to go with the board’s pair of Qs) for the high. This time, I bet out 200 as a blocking bet and Piranha called. I knew if I checked, there was an opportunity for Piranha to push me out of the pot. As it turned out, that was the only scenario I had to fear. He showed JT83 for god knows what. Even now I am baffled. But the important thing was that patience had paid off and I had swung from down a few tournament bucks to a 1940/1060 lead.

I won the blinds in the next hand when I raised preflop with AQ23. I won the pot after that after calling a preflop min raise and then betting the 843 flop. I had an A6 low and a pair of 3s, but nothing else. I won the next two hands with small flop bets. In other words, if you are paying attention, after that devastating hand for my opponent, he let me run over him for several hands.

Finally, we arrive to hand #91. Blinds are still 25/50. I lead with 2190 to 810. I am dealt J763, rainbow. It’s hardly a great hand. Piranha raises to 150 and while I have no cards, I am in position and on a rush, so I opt to call. We see the flop of 789, rainbow. I’ve flopped bottom pair, an open-ended straight draw, and a weak 8763 low draw. Piranha bet 200 into the 300 pot. I opt to call. Admittedly, it’s a weak call, but weak calls are fairly common in HU PLO8. It doesn’t hurt that my opponent has so few chips or that I have already came back from behind twice and I have no chance of busting in this hand. The turn was a useless Queen. Piranha bet all-in for 460, and now that the pot is 700, I decide to call, hoping that I can river the straight (or even trips or two-pair to win) and/or get lucky by hitting a low against a player who has no low draw. My opponent shows AK74! He is ahead of me, for sure, but not by much. His pair of 7s with a better kicker is ahead, and he has a superior low draw. So, to win, I need to hit a Jack or Ten (7 outs), to chop, I need a Five, Three, or Six (to win the high, but lose the low) or an Ace or Four (to win the low, but lose the high), a total of 17 outs for a chop. I have over half the deck covered to at least break even.

The river was a Jack. I won with 2-pair and my opponent goes home with his pockets empty.

If I learned anything about reviewing these hands, it’s that patience is vitally important in HU PLO8. With the likelihood of chops, some people tend to get the other impression; play looser. I think there are definitely times to loosen up, but you have to pay close attention to stack sized before you commit to a gamble. More often than not, it’s better to keep pots small until you have a better understanding of your opponent’s range as well as the momentum of the game.

Momentum is a central theme of this blog. Winning begets winning and Losing begets losing are two of my favorite phrases about poker. The ebb and flow of heads up poker is a very real and tangible thing. I couldn’t get my opponent to get all-in with mediocre holdings at times during the tournament, whereas other times, it seemed he couldn’t wait to get his money in the middle.

Final thought: Not much. The truth is, looking back, I don’t see much skill in my play. I didn’t necessarily just “get lucky” either, but other than keeping tight until the moment was right, I don’t see much in the way of strategy.

For what its worth, at the time, though, I remember feeling very dialed in to the game and my opponent.

Of course, after winning the $50, I lost about $50 playing other SNGs. The next day, I won an 18-person PLO8 SNG for $108 and then lost about $40 playing other SNGs.

I have decided to go back to PLO8 SNGs to grind my bankroll northward. There isn’t as much value in NLHE anymore.

Until next time, make mine poker!

L O S T, Answers by HoP

February 3rd, 2010

*** WARNING: NO POKER CONTENT ***

Hey folks. I think its time we had a talk. We’ve both spent a lot of time mulling over this LOST show, but I’ve got some pretty exciting news: I have developed an overall theory that makes sense. Prepare yourselves.

Now, the knowledge I am about to break over your head matches all hints so far. It may even include some conclusions that you had already come to or were otherwise obvious. But this is an overarching theory that covers everything, including how the very nature of the show at its core. If anyone can point out how something in the show does not fit within my theory, I’d be glad to hear it. In fact, I may even award a prize. A, hell, why not. $5 on Full Tilt. It’s a small sum, but its free money, so quit complaining.

Here it is:

Jacob is God. The Man in Black is Lucifer or a similar type character. He is a fallen angel.

Jacob created man. Lucifer (we’ll go with that title for now) thinks that man is a flawed invention. Maybe he thinks that he and the rest of the angels should have been God’s chosen race. So, he rebelled and was banished to an Angel’s Prison. That prison is known as Island of LOST.

Jacob wants to convince his fallen angel that man is good. So, he seeks out people and sends them to the island. He works in mysterious ways to put them on the right path. He called the Oceanic flight members to the island, just as he called the Ajira passengers to the island.

Lucifer is the prince of liars. Therefore, he can change form to take on the guise of other people. It appears as though this is limited to dead people, only.

Lucifer cannot kill Jacob, likely because he has no free will. Lucifer is made to be evil. Either that, or he cannot kill Jacob because Jacob is God and perhaps an angel cannot kill his maker. He can, however, get one of the human beings, who have been given the gift of free will, to kill Jacob, since Jacob gave them free reign (i.e., free will). Hence, Lucifer used Ben and in fact created a situation in which Ben would be so hurt by Jacob that he would kill him. That’s why Lucifer came to Ben as the smoke monster and then as his daughter to convince him to follow Locke, who was also Lucifer. Then, Locke/Lucifer put in Ben’s head the fact that Jacob turned his back on Ben. So, Ben acts like a petulant child and kills a diety.

The island as an Angel’s Prison could be slightly off. It may be that this is where all Angels live. I would not be surprised if Richard Alpert is another angel. In fact, the temple we saw yesterday is likely the home of other angels, as well, including the Asian dude who did not like the taste of English on his tongue. (Was it just me, or was that simultaneously one of the coolest and most insulting lines). It seems one can only get to the temple through a special passageway. It may be that Lucifer cannot go through that passageway, so that he is exiled on the island, but unable to get to the place where all the angels (and, likely, Jacob before his death) live. Once Jacob died, though, all bets were off, hence all the preparation by the people at the temple.

The God concept explains fully how the Island could be moved in time and place. It is not a place on Earth as much as it is a Garden of Eden or a roaming heaven that can be accessed from the Earth but is separate from it. That also explains the healing properties of the island.

Now, I will add one caveat that will cut off some of the $5 offer. I do not yet fully understand how the storyline has split between the Losties who never landed on the island and the Losties who changed time but are still on the island. I have a feeling they both simultaneously exist because even though the timeline was changed, those on the island may not be affected, creating two Jacks, Sawyers, etc. How this will all play out, I do not know. I am not God, after all. Jacob is.

So, any thoughts?

Until next time, make mine Bernard!

Sick Loser

February 3rd, 2010

Ever since my decent $1200+ cash, I’ve been leaking money online. It shouldn’t be too big of a surprise, considering that I am focusing on tournaments more. My sample size since the cash is pretty small. I’ve maybe played 10 assorted tournaments or SNGs in total. But the results have been steadily poor.

Woe is me. Not really. I am only down maybe $250 from the $1200+ win and variance will happen. For the most part, I’m playing well but falling to the large fields; large fields as in around 200 people. I still don’t have it in me to play the 1,000+ player events. 200 is more than enough.

No complaints, though. That’s the nature of the beast. I am just being cautious, so that I don’t get into a place where I am too comfortable thanks to my win. $1200 isn’t a huge amount, generally speaking, but for a guy who has been making do with less than $300 in his online account for a while, it’s a big step up in the online bankroll. Usually in these situations, I’d withdraw the majority of my big score to keep me from playing too high. In general, I’d pull out about $800, take at least half for my live poker wallet and the rest for wifey Kim and my savings. Remember guys, if you chick doesn’t get a taste of the action, she’ll be less likely to embrace your degeneracy. If she gets too big of a taste, though, then there is no point.

That’s today’s Jordan’s Pimp Hand Tip! “My Pimp Hand’s Strong!

Meanwhile, back at the castle, I’m battling a pretty nasty cold. This Monday, I even considered taking a day or 2 off, but societal and work pressures made me show up at the office, where I blew my nose, sneezed, or coughed every 60 seconds in an effort to ensure that my coworkers also suffer through this bug. I swear, I hate coming to work sick, but that’s what is often expected of us.

I was thinking more about the Michael Jackson situation. I have a point I would like to add. I am not one to vilify MJ, even though it would be relatively easy thing to do. I simply want to expand on my rant about the exploitation of his ‘children’ with one more point: Micheal Jackson never wanted his kids to be thrust into the media spotlight. WHY WOULD HIS FAMILY UNDO ALL THAT HE DID TO PROTECT THESE KIDS?!?!?! Because there is no money in protecting the kids’ right to grieve in private. There is no fame to be gained by taking the high road and allowing these children to live in anonymity until they are old enough to choose whether or not to live in the spotlight.

Man, that shit just pisses me off. What about the children!?!

Ok. Deep breath.

So, anyone see Lost yet? I have a theory on the show that I think fits with everything. I’ll share that in another post, though, so you can all focus a bit better. See? I’m always thinking about you.

Until next time, make mine poker!

Creepy Recollections

February 1st, 2010

*** WARNING: NO POKER CONTENT ***

Did anyone else watch the Grammys last night? I’m not usually one to watch an awards show, but wifey Kim gets what wifey Kim wants, especially when I am playing online poker.

Near the end of the show, a much-hyped memorial song was played for Michael Jackson, who was given some honorary award post-humously.

Let me first point out that the 3-D memorial song was a terrible idea. I don’t know about the rest of you, but I didn’t expect a 3D spectacular, so I hadn’t made the trip to Target to pick up some old school red-and-blue 3D glasses.  The result? While I am sure a small fraction of the television audience got blown away by cheap 3D tricks like a mulato girl blowing dandelion seeds into their faces, the rest of us watched like outsiders left out of the 3D “excitement.” Honestly, it just gave me a headache and I spent more time wondering how everything would look in 3D and contemplating how many disappointed viewers were changing the channel that I barely registered the song.

But the real creepy moment was when those two puppet children came out to accept the award on behalf of their father. Now, I’m not against adoption. Not in the least. But those kids weren’t adopted. They were genetically engineered white children for the parenting experiment that is Michael Jackson, a black man who was systematically changing his appearance to become “white.” When two pale white kids come out to accept an award for their dead Black-but-wants-to-be-White dead dad, that’s just creepy.

But that’s just where it starts. First, it was made perfectly clear that these two Aryan children would be appearing with their “cousins.” Why were their cousins there? I propose several possibilities, only one of which is pleasant. Let’s get that one out of the way. They clearly weren’t there to perform or do anything worthwhile, since they didn’t do anything but walk out with the Aryans. But perhaps, under one scenario, the Whiteys really did need emotional support, and the cousins provided that. Perhaps. More likely though, the cousins were included to either (a) give them some more TV exposure for promotional reasons, (b) act as bodyguards to make sure that the Whitey kids stay in line [this isn’t a racist thing, but the sheer fact that whereas the Whitey kids lived in MJ’s fantasy land, the “cousins” lived with the more pathetic other Jacksons and probably are more indoctrinated in the exploitation game), or (c) to put these White children into context. It’s sorta like, Yeah, these are a couple of white kids, but see their cousins? They are black! So they are related to MJ! No. No, they are not. At least not genetically.

Now, here’s the thing. I’m cool with adoption, but until someone admits that those kids were not born of MJ’s seed and were, in fact, adopted, I don’t want to see them. They are a living farce.

But the worst part were those god damn speeches. These are children, so I don’t blame them for content, but you could see how they were both set up like puppets going through a god-awful script. Prince kept messing up his lines, but Paris was the real mess up. Boy do I feel like a jerk writing this, but didn’t her “Daddy, blah blah blah” and “Daddy, blah blah blah” just wreak of a rehash of her “Daddy was a good Daddy” gimmick at his “funeral.” It just felt so forced. Here is a tween (I think) standing up on a stage, wearing adult clothing, saying “Daddy” over and over again. But there was little emotion behind it. It just felt so forced.

Let me just say this, for the record. I don’t blame the kids. I wouldn’t be surprised if we don’t hear in about 8 years that they were all held captive by or developed Stockholm Syndrome for their new, fucked-up family. I can’t imagine they have anyone looking out for them outside of the Jackson clan, and lord knows the Jackson clan has a spotty record with child rearing.

So, that’s my 2 cents. Until next time, make mine poker!

I woke up Saturday morning with a lightness to my step. Sure, I lost $467 playing NLHE yesterday, and sure, looking back on my two posted hands, I hadn’t played my best, but today was a new day.

The group didn’t have any hard-set plans. Roose was interested in some more poker followed by one of White House Sub’s famous heros. TwoDiamondPhillips is a degenerate. Hole is too, but he had a commitment on Long Island to get to by late afternoon, early evening.  Me, I had some money to win back.

We checked out of the hotel and made our way downstairs. I saw that there was a really pathetic 1/2 NLHE game going, but decided to sit anyway. There were probably 6 players tops, with one geriatric lady, a couple of middle aged guys one of which had a dropped eye like Quasimoto, an Asian man who looked too serious to be playing in this Special Olympics game, and a nerdy guy with parted black hair and glasses but wearing an oversized black leather jacket and an Ed Hardy shirt. Nerd Hardy and maybe the Asian were the only players with reasonable stacks. Nerd was clearly the chip leader with a little over $200. Maybe Asian had $200-150. The rest had under $100. As I said, Special Olympics.

I played a couple of pots early for small amounts, noting that it wasn’t going to be easy to get action unless I loosened the table up. The old lady called me down with top pair after I made a weak bluff bet on the river after checking around on the flop and turn. I exposed my bluff, which hopefully would pay off later.

Roose and Hole must’ve seen the soft spots, or more likely, there were no other options, so they sat down as well. I was in the 10 seat or maybe the 9 seat, with Hole in the 1 seat and Roose in the 2 seat. Maybe the Asian was between us.

It was clear that Roose, Hole and I are friends, so we got some great reactions when one of them and I butted heads in a hand. I don’t remember who won, I think I did, but I remember Nerd Hardy chiming in that he thought we were friends. It was a friendly table, so I just joked about how I was in the hole and would take money from my friends just as happily as anyone else. Roose added, “We don’t play that game,” referring to soft play.

I puttered around for a bit and added some chips to my starting stack of $200 when the Aces Conundrum occurred. I was finally dealt a premium hand and had already done enough advertising to get some action. I decided to raise from early position for $12. Amazingly, Hole and Roose called. Even better, Nerd Hardy decided to re-raise to $62, a $50 raise. Clearly, he had a monster.

The action folded back around to me and I considered my options. The truth is, the only thought on my mind was how to double through Nerd Hardy. My two buddies were at this point pure afterthoughts. I realized Hardy must have a good hand to make his raise. If he had absolute crap and was just taking a shot at the loose friends, then I want to push him out preflop, since the $98+ pot was a nice size already and I wouldn’t have much chance of getting more out of him post-flop unless I was in trouble. But if he had a big hand like KK, I could potentially get all-in preflop.

Then I turned my attention, albeit briefly, to my two compadres. WTF. I don’t slowplay the guys, but I also didn’t want them in this pot. More players meant more cards to dodge. I had to make it clear that they were all behind and hope that Nerd Hardy thought I was either making a play on my friends or overconfident in a weak hand. I had already established that Nerd Hardy was a regular based on his chat with the floorperson, and based on his stack size, he was serious about poker, even in this guppy pond. So, hopefully, he picked up on the loose image I was putting out there.

I moved my stacks in the middle and waited. “I call.” “I call.” WHAT?! I look to my left and both Roose and Hole are already in the pot. I didn’t necessarily target their money, but I’d take it…assuming they didn’t draw out. Nerdy thought for a bit and finally folded. He claimed to have folded QQ. I can believe it, especially since he was saying aloud, “Do you have AK?”

What did Roose and Hole have? After I showed my Aces, Hole showed J9h. Yes, folks. It was like he was giving me his money. Roose didn’t show but later claimed TT; I believe them.

I dodged the outs and sent both of them walking. Roose stormed off, pissed at losing. The table was abuzz with all of the action amongst three friends, but all I could say was, “I didn’t bust him. He busted himself.” Meanwhile, Roose was roaming the casino grumbling.

The guys basically forced me to quit, but I can’t blame them. Besides, there wasn’t much money left on the table. I walked to the cashier and cashed out $420, for $220 in profit. It was not enough to undo the $467 hole I dug the night before, but I’d rather be down $247 any day.

On the walk back to the car, Roose was still steaming. I am not a fan of sore losing. I think in some perverse way, I don’t mind losing because it means I have a challenge to overcome. I mind it a lot more in poker because of the monetary aspect, but if you are going to play this game, you have to expect to lose some times.

I tried not to goad Roose, which is my usual way of dealing with sore losers. Instead, I explained that I had no choice in my actions and that he and Hole essentially busted themselves. My all-in push screamed Aces, or at the very least JJ and up, all of which had Roose dominated (maybe AK, but that’s still not putting him in the best of spots). “I suck at poker,” was Roose’s lament, but it simply isn’t true. “No, you made an awfukit play.” I explained the concept first taught to me by Tripjax. “Once you saw my all-in raise, you knew you were beat, but you were so frustrated, you just mentally said ‘awfukit’ and shoved your stack in.” He agreed. He knew he was beat.

All poker players have leaks in their games. This weekend, I think I learned of my greatest leak. My C-game (and I’m being generous with the “C” designation; “Z” may be more appropriate) is terrible. When I’m not playing well, I’m a spew monkey. My patience level is not there and, as had happened on Friday night, I look for spots and take chances even when none exists.

But that’s what poker is about. Learning. Improving.

After packing up the car, we headed over to the White House Sub Shop. It was probably a little after noon and the place was already hopping, although well below the usual huge crowds. We all ordered, still stuffed from the breakfast we had pre-poker at the Country Kitchen. One of the best things about White House Subs is that the heros are as good, if not better, after a 2 hour drive (or an evening in the fridge).

The rest of the ride home was uneventful. I didn’t get to play in the LO8 tournament, but I got to spend time with my crew, play some poker, and have a great time. That’s +EV any day in my book.

Until next time, make mine poker!

How the SBC Was Won…

January 27th, 2010

The online hot streak continues! After cashing in a 2-7 TD tournament for around $80 and a PLHE/PLO game for around $90, I really broke through last night with this win:

First out of 234 players in a $27.50 buy-in NLHE big ante tournament. The payout, $1257 and change. This win places me atop all three of my Summer Bankroll Challenge – Southern Hemisphere Edition bets. My bankroll has increased 985%, the previous largest win was $200 (also mine), and my win means I placed in the .43%, covering all prior submissions in the Slayer of Donkeys bet.

My success around the same time as the SBC is no coincidence. I often enter these contests to force myself to play better. For instance, in the last BBT, I was able to win May’s Leaderboard for $2000, even though my play outside of the BBT was minimal and probably not terribly profitable. The extra competition and transparency causes me to play better. It’s one thing when I choose a random game to donk around in while sitting at home in my BVDs. It’s another when I know the results will be publicly announced amongst fellow bloggers. I was more than willing to lose my entire online bankroll of $172 when this contest started; monetarily, it didn’t concern me. But the shame of going busto in front of your peers, that’s a different story. And the result is that I’m playing better.

There are some negative aspects of the prop bet. The biggest one is that it encourages a bankroll-building strategy that is normally ill-advised. A smart bankroll builder will grind out small wins without over-exposing him or herself. But the bets in the BBT actually encourage playing above your bankroll. With bets like the biggest payout and biggest % bankroll increase, one smart strategy (not the only one) is to simply play higher to go for those bigger payouts. It’s part of the reason I was willing to try a $44 tournament, higher than my usual $20-range fare, mostly because I wanted a shot at a decent payout. It worked, too, netting me $200, which at the time was the highest payout before I demolished it with my sextupled figure.

Another peculiar aspect is that it encourages starting with a meager bankroll. If you can start with $1 and make a go at it, you have a much better chance of winning the biggest % increase than if you started with $1,000. I suppose with $1,000, you have a much better chance of avoiding busto, but with $1, you don’t really care about busto anyway, so its like betting $1 to win tens of dollars  on the side bets.

Final thought, if it weren’t for the SBC, I probably would’ve went to the Tuna Club last night. Wifey Kim had dinner plans and I usually use her social gatherings as an excuse to degen it up. That usually means live poker, but last night, I wanted a chance to do some SBC damage. Ka ching!

As for strategy, I won the tournament by playing smart poker, at least in the later stages. Admittedly in the earlier stages, I was multitasking. Once we got down to maybe 60 or so players, when I was at about 27th place, I decided to really focus. From there on out, I watched my screen intently, opting for some talk radio instead of television so that my eyes would stay on the screen. I stayed fairly tight, until I could pick up information on my opponents. It was amazing how much difference a little concentration makes. For instance, one guy would min raise with any two suited cards. I’m talking K9 twice, K4, J9, etc., always suited. Because of this, I was easily able to call him light or re-raise him preflop and push him off of his hands. That’s worth a pretty chunk of change, considering the blinds were high and this was a big ante game.

When we got down to the final table, I was above most of my competition by almost 50%, but a hand or two brought me closer to the pack. I mostly played tight and looked for spots to throw my weight around safely. Down to three people, I was again in first place, before another series of hands brought me low. How low? Less than 5,000. Keep in mind, at that time, my two opponents each had more than 150,000, and one of them had over 400,000. I ended up with less than 5,000 when I got into a betting war with one of the other players. I ended up on the wrong side of it, but at the river, instead of pushing to his bet, I just called. On some level, I wanted that small amount to keep me in the game. Keep me in the game, it did. Four hands later, I had increased my stack back to over 50,000, and from there, I didn’t look back.

One negative about the SBC. After a win like this, I’ll usually withdraw a chunk, but since we are in the SBC, I think it best to leave it online. At least I can try some higher buy-ins.

Until next time, make mine poker!

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