Week 43 Results
1st ($ / 10pts): Martin "Forgot What It's Like To Be A Star" Galway
2nd ($0/ 7pts): Dallas "Fort Worth Angie" Dickinson
3rd ($0 / 4pts): John "Quaint Menace" Saint-Denis
Low Stakes / 9 Players / 1 Table / 01:20 CST Endtime
Unaccustomed as I am to Public Blogging (since I haven't won Jacks Hit since frikkin' DECEMBER), bear with me while I get my blogface on.
The short story is, I finally listened to the constant pestering I have been getting from Randy "the statistics don't lie" Ryan, who has long been calling me up in the middle of the work day from out-of-state to tell me to do what I hardly ever do - FOLD. As a result I was able to build up an unassailable chip wall, over which I could launch the types of attack even a disbelieving Aaron would be forced to rub his poked eye.
The long story - T'was an interesting night, no doubts, not yer usual fare (at which I am normally first to deal). T'was a LONG night... ending at 01:20hrs just as the Invader Zim witch cried "We're Doomed!" to usher in Round Eleven (where blinds would have been 5,000 and 10,000). Caroline and Steve joined us for the first of many times (hopefully) and were able to hold on quite a long time despite some risky bets. (When I describe something as "risky"... that is something) In fact, the "ridiculously dangerous and speculative All In" was the order of the night, where plenty were able to scare their opponents away and grab opportunistic pots, but many were also exposed to be mere hopeful tricksters and got nothing but Accelerated Stack Depletion.
By way of example, Steve (with Caroline already watching from the losers' pit) got his ass handed to him in a particularly cruel way: with only 4,500 left in chips and (as I recall) Ace-Five offsuit, he went All-In pre-flop, and since I was the only one left in the hand, I flicked my finger at the top of my Uberwall and sufficient chips landed in the pot to call him. This despite having Classic folding cards something like Two-Seven offsuit, which I was delighted to flip over and generate gasps around the table. Everyone realised that either one of us could pair up and win. The flop included a five, so Steve was in the lead with a horrid pair. However (and this is my recollection of the cards), the Turn was a two, giving me a pair of twos, and the River was a cruel third Two, giving me Triple Two's and sinking Steve's dream of winning.
The last four players battled on for bloody ages, trading blows and occasionally knocking me off my top-stack perch - more often than not Aaron, who had a Certain Affinity for betting 10,000 or 20,000 at a time. But I kept hearing this echo-y voice that sounded like a old, british Randy Ryan, saying, "Mart... Use The Fold..." and I was able to stop the bleeding, claw back a lot of chips and regain top-stack position.
In a particularly bad beat, Aaron, head-to-head against me in the hand, bet a large amount of his stack (though not all) after I'd been representing my cards to be something decent - and was so eager to show how awesome his river hand was, that he flipped his cards without realising that I hadn't responded to his bet - and the hand wasn't over. Faster than lightning hitting the ground, and heavier than a Wendy's Triple Cheeseburger landing in the bottom of one's stomach, Adam's head immediately fell into his hands - and after removing his glasses and rubbing his eyes for effect, he had to explain McJo's Obscure Rule #1781.6 about not showing your hand too soon. (apparently known as the Jarvis Manoeuvre) Aaron, who I'm sure we all agree is a skilled player, is still a Noob at Adam's table and has yet to go through several unavoidable periods of feeling totally ripped off by the rules in order to earn his "veteran" status. Good luck Aaron, your journey has just begun :) (and by the way you had me totally dominated so I couldn't have hoped for a better outcome)
After that, a shaken Aaron ended up getting bled to death by the crushing blinds, which had by this time risen to 4000 + 8000. Buying the blinds won 12,000, a nice little earner.
With the players down to a threesome, and Aaron muttering and mumbling "rassn' sassa-frassn" etc. as he dealt, you'd think things would speed up, but like this blog, they didn't. Each round seemed like an eternity, to me anyway.
John SD was the last to deal, and his final hand as a player saw a flop of King-King-Four. With a Four already in his hand, he went All-In (which by this point was about as scary to me as Barney the Dinosaur). Unfortunately for John I had a King in my hand, and I was able to demonstrate the full power of my fully operational chipplestation.
It fell to Mr. Dickinson to represent the Rest Of The World. Dallas, who'd actually shown amazing tenacity and ridden out an extremely dry period of dull cards earlier (via a Herculean effort of folding, the likes of which I could never have withstood myself), did in fact scare me pretty good a few times, and I was losing 8K here, 12K there, 20K, 10K etc. for a few hands. It got to the point where he could have taken the lead with the right win, I was playing so conservative and folding stuff like King-Eight for example. (normal Galway 5K cards, there) But the final hand was a legitimate win for me - I was ahead the whole time, no suckout crap. My Queen gave me top pair on the flop, but something else was there to give Dallas the adrenalin he needed so he stepped up the betting, and with top pair, I called. At the turn was another Queen, giving me a triple, and after Dallas checked I put him All-In, which he called - and he was behind, with the River providing no comfort. It was a quiet end, with everyone pretty tired. Thanks to Aaron+John for staying 'til the end and putting the chips away (I hate doing that myself).
2nd ($0/ 7pts): Dallas "Fort Worth Angie" Dickinson
3rd ($0 / 4pts): John "Quaint Menace" Saint-Denis
Low Stakes / 9 Players / 1 Table / 01:20 CST Endtime
The short story is, I finally listened to the constant pestering I have been getting from Randy "the statistics don't lie" Ryan, who has long been calling me up in the middle of the work day from out-of-state to tell me to do what I hardly ever do - FOLD. As a result I was able to build up an unassailable chip wall, over which I could launch the types of attack even a disbelieving Aaron would be forced to rub his poked eye.
The long story - T'was an interesting night, no doubts, not yer usual fare (at which I am normally first to deal). T'was a LONG night... ending at 01:20hrs just as the Invader Zim witch cried "We're Doomed!" to usher in Round Eleven (where blinds would have been 5,000 and 10,000). Caroline and Steve joined us for the first of many times (hopefully) and were able to hold on quite a long time despite some risky bets. (When I describe something as "risky"... that is something) In fact, the "ridiculously dangerous and speculative All In" was the order of the night, where plenty were able to scare their opponents away and grab opportunistic pots, but many were also exposed to be mere hopeful tricksters and got nothing but Accelerated Stack Depletion.
By way of example, Steve (with Caroline already watching from the losers' pit) got his ass handed to him in a particularly cruel way: with only 4,500 left in chips and (as I recall) Ace-Five offsuit, he went All-In pre-flop, and since I was the only one left in the hand, I flicked my finger at the top of my Uberwall and sufficient chips landed in the pot to call him. This despite having Classic folding cards something like Two-Seven offsuit, which I was delighted to flip over and generate gasps around the table. Everyone realised that either one of us could pair up and win. The flop included a five, so Steve was in the lead with a horrid pair. However (and this is my recollection of the cards), the Turn was a two, giving me a pair of twos, and the River was a cruel third Two, giving me Triple Two's and sinking Steve's dream of winning.
The last four players battled on for bloody ages, trading blows and occasionally knocking me off my top-stack perch - more often than not Aaron, who had a Certain Affinity for betting 10,000 or 20,000 at a time. But I kept hearing this echo-y voice that sounded like a old, british Randy Ryan, saying, "Mart... Use The Fold..." and I was able to stop the bleeding, claw back a lot of chips and regain top-stack position.
In a particularly bad beat, Aaron, head-to-head against me in the hand, bet a large amount of his stack (though not all) after I'd been representing my cards to be something decent - and was so eager to show how awesome his river hand was, that he flipped his cards without realising that I hadn't responded to his bet - and the hand wasn't over. Faster than lightning hitting the ground, and heavier than a Wendy's Triple Cheeseburger landing in the bottom of one's stomach, Adam's head immediately fell into his hands - and after removing his glasses and rubbing his eyes for effect, he had to explain McJo's Obscure Rule #1781.6 about not showing your hand too soon. (apparently known as the Jarvis Manoeuvre) Aaron, who I'm sure we all agree is a skilled player, is still a Noob at Adam's table and has yet to go through several unavoidable periods of feeling totally ripped off by the rules in order to earn his "veteran" status. Good luck Aaron, your journey has just begun :) (and by the way you had me totally dominated so I couldn't have hoped for a better outcome)
After that, a shaken Aaron ended up getting bled to death by the crushing blinds, which had by this time risen to 4000 + 8000. Buying the blinds won 12,000, a nice little earner.
With the players down to a threesome, and Aaron muttering and mumbling "rassn' sassa-frassn" etc. as he dealt, you'd think things would speed up, but like this blog, they didn't. Each round seemed like an eternity, to me anyway.
John SD was the last to deal, and his final hand as a player saw a flop of King-King-Four. With a Four already in his hand, he went All-In (which by this point was about as scary to me as Barney the Dinosaur). Unfortunately for John I had a King in my hand, and I was able to demonstrate the full power of my fully operational chipplestation.
It fell to Mr. Dickinson to represent the Rest Of The World. Dallas, who'd actually shown amazing tenacity and ridden out an extremely dry period of dull cards earlier (via a Herculean effort of folding, the likes of which I could never have withstood myself), did in fact scare me pretty good a few times, and I was losing 8K here, 12K there, 20K, 10K etc. for a few hands. It got to the point where he could have taken the lead with the right win, I was playing so conservative and folding stuff like King-Eight for example. (normal Galway 5K cards, there) But the final hand was a legitimate win for me - I was ahead the whole time, no suckout crap. My Queen gave me top pair on the flop, but something else was there to give Dallas the adrenalin he needed so he stepped up the betting, and with top pair, I called. At the turn was another Queen, giving me a triple, and after Dallas checked I put him All-In, which he called - and he was behind, with the River providing no comfort. It was a quiet end, with everyone pretty tired. Thanks to Aaron+John for staying 'til the end and putting the chips away (I hate doing that myself).
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