Week 34 results
1st ($50 / 10pts): Randall "Benevolent Bully" Ryan
2nd ($0/ 7pts): Tre "I Done Been Baited" Zieman
3rd ($0 / 4pts): Josh "Stock Market" Spurgers
Low Stakes / 7 Players / 1 Table / fucking late Endtime
Let's start with one the 600-pound gorilla in the room that everyone's trying to ignore. Ray Flowers has suddenly become as reliable as a Yugo in 30-degree weather. Is he showing up? Is he canceling? Is he saying 'I'm in' and then simply hoping no one notices that he isn't around? Ray, what's up? You're everyone's favorite nightmare...the cool dude with the quick wit who fucks you with his all-in check raise. The man who's uproariously funny when he's picking on someone else. The one you want to see put out so that he has to deal for 45 minutes so that you get the good (the wit) without the bad (the dickhead card shark)? Oh Flowers, where art thou?
On to the actual game at hand, sans Ray.
Even before the first card was dealt the evening seemed to hold lots of promise for Randall: Dallas brought beer (which he was drinking), Lee had a fridge full of beer (which he was drinking), there was a new guy (who was drinking), Margaret spent 2/3 of the first 2 rounds on kid duty, Josh always seems to start off slowly, and Martin...well, he's Martin. So Randall felt like he could begin the night with a bit of a lead. And he was correct.
After Martin flamed out predictably early and was forced to deal for something like 1-1/2 hours, the game got interesting. As the Lee/Margaret IPod played away, Tre the Newcomer confessed to Gary Neumann's "Cars" being stuck in his head, Lee outed Margaret's "stuck song" syndrome, and Randall fessed up to a bad DJ playing constantly in his head AND filking lyrics. (True sample lyrics, to Copacabana: "At the Taco...Taco Cabana...at Brodie and William Cannon...at the Taco...Taco Cabana....beans and tortilla make breakfast burrito at the Taco....and they serve lunch.") Maybe DJ Filking Shadow put the mojo on the rest of the table, but Randall and his DJ started building quite the stack. Fast forward to the final three of Josh, Newcomer Tre and R2.
Josh had ping-ponged like a day trader's nightmare from bad hands and almost out to building a competitive stack, and finally becoming the big stack. He started pushing the remaining players around and was beginning to be scary. Until....The Big Bluff That Failed. For whatever reason, Randall decided to hang with KQ suited, Josh being aggresive, and a pair of 9s on the board. Josh tried to run Randy out on the turn. Failing that, he went all-in on the river, Randall called, which elicited an immediate "goddamn it" from Mr. Spurgers. Even more insulting after the loss, Josh had something stupid like $300 left. Appropriately, Randall got the kill on Josh's all-in blind as well.
Now it's Newcomer Tre and R2 heads-up. At the front end, Tre has $40K, R2 has $120K. It's 11:00. Early bedtime, right?
Wrong.
Randy calls several all-ins, with good cards (Big Slick, A-Q suited, Q-Q)....loses them all. Oh, but before this, when Randall is chip dominant and betting like big stack should, Tre actually mouths "You're just being a bully." Oh, dear newcomer Tre...no one has ever called Randall a chip bully. If you think that is being aggresssive, I pity you when Ray the Sometime Show, Adam the Anal, and Mick the Motherfucker show up to eat you for Sunday brunch. But the bottom line is that, what seemed like an early night for all, ended up meaning that Lee, who let Josh out of dealing, was in it for the long haul. Especially when at midnight Randall and Tre were about even.
But finally, Tre's b.s. all-in gets boated by Randy, the huge stack eventually takes out the small stack, and Randy goes off for a multi-week jaunt in California glad that the card gods have seen him through a good positioning.
2nd ($0/ 7pts): Tre "I Done Been Baited" Zieman
3rd ($0 / 4pts): Josh "Stock Market" Spurgers
Low Stakes / 7 Players / 1 Table / fucking late Endtime
Let's start with one the 600-pound gorilla in the room that everyone's trying to ignore. Ray Flowers has suddenly become as reliable as a Yugo in 30-degree weather. Is he showing up? Is he canceling? Is he saying 'I'm in' and then simply hoping no one notices that he isn't around? Ray, what's up? You're everyone's favorite nightmare...the cool dude with the quick wit who fucks you with his all-in check raise. The man who's uproariously funny when he's picking on someone else. The one you want to see put out so that he has to deal for 45 minutes so that you get the good (the wit) without the bad (the dickhead card shark)? Oh Flowers, where art thou?
On to the actual game at hand, sans Ray.
Even before the first card was dealt the evening seemed to hold lots of promise for Randall: Dallas brought beer (which he was drinking), Lee had a fridge full of beer (which he was drinking), there was a new guy (who was drinking), Margaret spent 2/3 of the first 2 rounds on kid duty, Josh always seems to start off slowly, and Martin...well, he's Martin. So Randall felt like he could begin the night with a bit of a lead. And he was correct.
After Martin flamed out predictably early and was forced to deal for something like 1-1/2 hours, the game got interesting. As the Lee/Margaret IPod played away, Tre the Newcomer confessed to Gary Neumann's "Cars" being stuck in his head, Lee outed Margaret's "stuck song" syndrome, and Randall fessed up to a bad DJ playing constantly in his head AND filking lyrics. (True sample lyrics, to Copacabana: "At the Taco...Taco Cabana...at Brodie and William Cannon...at the Taco...Taco Cabana....beans and tortilla make breakfast burrito at the Taco....and they serve lunch.") Maybe DJ Filking Shadow put the mojo on the rest of the table, but Randall and his DJ started building quite the stack. Fast forward to the final three of Josh, Newcomer Tre and R2.
Josh had ping-ponged like a day trader's nightmare from bad hands and almost out to building a competitive stack, and finally becoming the big stack. He started pushing the remaining players around and was beginning to be scary. Until....The Big Bluff That Failed. For whatever reason, Randall decided to hang with KQ suited, Josh being aggresive, and a pair of 9s on the board. Josh tried to run Randy out on the turn. Failing that, he went all-in on the river, Randall called, which elicited an immediate "goddamn it" from Mr. Spurgers. Even more insulting after the loss, Josh had something stupid like $300 left. Appropriately, Randall got the kill on Josh's all-in blind as well.
Now it's Newcomer Tre and R2 heads-up. At the front end, Tre has $40K, R2 has $120K. It's 11:00. Early bedtime, right?
Wrong.
Randy calls several all-ins, with good cards (Big Slick, A-Q suited, Q-Q)....loses them all. Oh, but before this, when Randall is chip dominant and betting like big stack should, Tre actually mouths "You're just being a bully." Oh, dear newcomer Tre...no one has ever called Randall a chip bully. If you think that is being aggresssive, I pity you when Ray the Sometime Show, Adam the Anal, and Mick the Motherfucker show up to eat you for Sunday brunch. But the bottom line is that, what seemed like an early night for all, ended up meaning that Lee, who let Josh out of dealing, was in it for the long haul. Especially when at midnight Randall and Tre were about even.
But finally, Tre's b.s. all-in gets boated by Randy, the huge stack eventually takes out the small stack, and Randy goes off for a multi-week jaunt in California glad that the card gods have seen him through a good positioning.
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