Week 46 Results
1st ($60 / 10pts): Martin "The Minotaur" Galway
2nd ($0/ 7pts): Mick "Statistically No Chance" McNulty
3rd ($0 / 4pts): Seamus "Theseus Wannabee" Rail
Low Stakes / 8 Players / 1 Table / 11:15pm Endtime
Martin here... too bad I get my lucky streak right at the end of the year when it's probably too late... anyhow, here's how I won this time - play was pretty quiet (noise-wise) due IMO to Mick not feeling too good and John not showing up at all (there's two noise sources right there) (OW!) though there were plenty of rebuys, so people were financially enthusiastic. I never rebought myself, in fact I'd already accumulated a huge chip stack before I admitted that I hadn't paid yet. :)
I firstly gouged Ray to start my chip accumulation (and to Randy's delight he never recovered). After some crowing by myself during previous hands I believe he was thinking I was full of shit as usual... except I had two pair Queen-Eight to his Top pair (QQ) w/ Ace kicker. That gouged him nicely. (it's always nice to Gouge Ray, esp. after reading a blog entry like the other week) Ray thought his chips were just taking a vacation to Martin's Stack, but somehow they ended up emigrating...
Randy called up on the break and asked politely if I "could get rid of Adam and Ray early on" - cheeky monkey! I obliged though. I had pocket Fours, and Adam had Big Slick. The flop came along, Ace-x-Four and I went all in (a long way over Adam) - trying to sound like I was acting (my forte... bad acting). He called of course with AA and had his eyes - and his AA - poked out by my trip-4's.
I can't remember how/when Ray exited, or much else about the middle period except I struggled to fold whenever possible, over the raging monster in my bloodstream that was pushing me to call at every possible moment. Oddly enough they started referring to me as the Minotaur, with my opponents being the foolish hero-wannabees going into my Labyrinth to see if they can kill me. It ended up with me doing most of the killing (Seamus did eliminate Lee). I kept turning over ridiculous dealt cards - I think I beat out newcomer Roy with pocket Aces.
Down to four players - Ken had beaten me a good few times and had a decent stack. I actually loved the moderate chest-thumping Ken and I had been practising 'cos I knew that once I had the winning hand on him I could draw him in and annihilate him. (he was prolly thinking the same thing about me) So when I got K9 suited, and I believe I got four-to-the-flush and two pair K9 on the flop, I was in a pretty good position :) Everyone else folded to my reasonably big bet, but Ken called and we went to the turn. A Queen came out, giving Ken two pair QQ99. He was all over it like a fly on shit, and bet big; I thought for a few moments, staring at his stack, and went all in. I was taking a risk, 'cos he could have had a flush. Ken's eyes opened pretty wide though when he saw my cards, since I'd beaten him by a Minotaur's nostril hair - KK99 versus QQ99. The table erupted.
People were still settling down from that kill, the chips were strewn around my pile awaiting sorting, and I was dealt pocket Kings. Believe me it is difficult not to exclaim "holy shit" sometimes... and especially when the flop was a reasonably-normal looking K-9-4 or something like that. (so I had KKK on the flop, one hand after eliminating Ken) I'd used the "I'm gonna put you all in" technique quite a few times during the night, and people didn't know when I was bullshitting or not. (Faced with going out of the game, several had backed away even when I was [privately] risking losing a decent chunk of my chip pile with my crappy cards [Sorry Lee, you were one of them]). Seamus and I had gone to the river several times before and had to split the pot, betting the same way w/ exact same cards, so when I put him all in this time he thought he had nothing to lose. KKK caused more gasps around the table, and Seamus was annihilated. I actually thought the game was over and I'd won! Mick sat there calmly and muttered "uh, I'm still in, stupe, put your blind out."
OK, I looked hard to see her chip stack (it was pretty small), and remembered that every time I've ever gone heads-up against Mick I have always won. I was in a good position, even if shit cards came out the rest of the night. But my Lucky Hand Steamroller kept on moving at top speed, and the pocket pairs kept coming. Within just a couple of hands I had pocket Eights - Mick didn't bite though, so I revealed 'em. Two or three hands later I got pocket Sixes and bet 5K (what else would you do? Ain't that good...) Having been worn down by my betting and probably getting frustrated, Mick went all in with Jack-Five. I called, my sixes held up - and heads-up + the game was over.
There's nothing better than getting repeatedly dealt arch-villainous, monster-sized, killer cards-in-hand all night long.
2nd ($0/ 7pts): Mick "Statistically No Chance" McNulty
3rd ($0 / 4pts): Seamus "Theseus Wannabee" Rail
Low Stakes / 8 Players / 1 Table / 11:15pm Endtime
Martin here... too bad I get my lucky streak right at the end of the year when it's probably too late... anyhow, here's how I won this time - play was pretty quiet (noise-wise) due IMO to Mick not feeling too good and John not showing up at all (there's two noise sources right there) (OW!) though there were plenty of rebuys, so people were financially enthusiastic. I never rebought myself, in fact I'd already accumulated a huge chip stack before I admitted that I hadn't paid yet. :)
I firstly gouged Ray to start my chip accumulation (and to Randy's delight he never recovered). After some crowing by myself during previous hands I believe he was thinking I was full of shit as usual... except I had two pair Queen-Eight to his Top pair (QQ) w/ Ace kicker. That gouged him nicely. (it's always nice to Gouge Ray, esp. after reading a blog entry like the other week) Ray thought his chips were just taking a vacation to Martin's Stack, but somehow they ended up emigrating...
Randy called up on the break and asked politely if I "could get rid of Adam and Ray early on" - cheeky monkey! I obliged though. I had pocket Fours, and Adam had Big Slick. The flop came along, Ace-x-Four and I went all in (a long way over Adam) - trying to sound like I was acting (my forte... bad acting). He called of course with AA and had his eyes - and his AA - poked out by my trip-4's.
I can't remember how/when Ray exited, or much else about the middle period except I struggled to fold whenever possible, over the raging monster in my bloodstream that was pushing me to call at every possible moment. Oddly enough they started referring to me as the Minotaur, with my opponents being the foolish hero-wannabees going into my Labyrinth to see if they can kill me. It ended up with me doing most of the killing (Seamus did eliminate Lee). I kept turning over ridiculous dealt cards - I think I beat out newcomer Roy with pocket Aces.
Down to four players - Ken had beaten me a good few times and had a decent stack. I actually loved the moderate chest-thumping Ken and I had been practising 'cos I knew that once I had the winning hand on him I could draw him in and annihilate him. (he was prolly thinking the same thing about me) So when I got K9 suited, and I believe I got four-to-the-flush and two pair K9 on the flop, I was in a pretty good position :) Everyone else folded to my reasonably big bet, but Ken called and we went to the turn. A Queen came out, giving Ken two pair QQ99. He was all over it like a fly on shit, and bet big; I thought for a few moments, staring at his stack, and went all in. I was taking a risk, 'cos he could have had a flush. Ken's eyes opened pretty wide though when he saw my cards, since I'd beaten him by a Minotaur's nostril hair - KK99 versus QQ99. The table erupted.
People were still settling down from that kill, the chips were strewn around my pile awaiting sorting, and I was dealt pocket Kings. Believe me it is difficult not to exclaim "holy shit" sometimes... and especially when the flop was a reasonably-normal looking K-9-4 or something like that. (so I had KKK on the flop, one hand after eliminating Ken) I'd used the "I'm gonna put you all in" technique quite a few times during the night, and people didn't know when I was bullshitting or not. (Faced with going out of the game, several had backed away even when I was [privately] risking losing a decent chunk of my chip pile with my crappy cards [Sorry Lee, you were one of them]). Seamus and I had gone to the river several times before and had to split the pot, betting the same way w/ exact same cards, so when I put him all in this time he thought he had nothing to lose. KKK caused more gasps around the table, and Seamus was annihilated. I actually thought the game was over and I'd won! Mick sat there calmly and muttered "uh, I'm still in, stupe, put your blind out."
OK, I looked hard to see her chip stack (it was pretty small), and remembered that every time I've ever gone heads-up against Mick I have always won. I was in a good position, even if shit cards came out the rest of the night. But my Lucky Hand Steamroller kept on moving at top speed, and the pocket pairs kept coming. Within just a couple of hands I had pocket Eights - Mick didn't bite though, so I revealed 'em. Two or three hands later I got pocket Sixes and bet 5K (what else would you do? Ain't that good...) Having been worn down by my betting and probably getting frustrated, Mick went all in with Jack-Five. I called, my sixes held up - and heads-up + the game was over.
There's nothing better than getting repeatedly dealt arch-villainous, monster-sized, killer cards-in-hand all night long.
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