Week 15 Results
1st ($130/ 13pts): Dallas "Trilateral" Dickinson
2nd ($70/ 9pts): Aaron "Illuminati" Wanstrath
3rd ($0 / 5pts): Adam "Gnomes of Zurich" Joseph
4th ($0 / 3pts): Martin "Rothschild" Galway
High Stakes / 8 Players / 1 Table / 11:45pm Endtime
So, tonight's themes were conspiracies and silly all-ins (followed most often by silly calls). These elements conspired to create a carnival-like atmosphere that felt like playing 8 simultaneous tables of online poker while viewing "Loose Change" on your iPhone in Dick Cheney's secret bunker with Condi Rice and Osama Bin Laden performing a cheeky rendition of the Abbott and Costello classic, "Who's On First?"
Or maybe it only felt that way to me.
In any case, Eric came to the game armed with engineering data on the twin towers (one can assume he had schematics and architectural renderings in his pockets, too - or else he was just enjoying the show), as well as a slew of Vegas stories about how he played really well all week, making only one obviously stupid play the whole time he was there. He then proceeded to push all-in at a board with straight and flush possibilities. Martin, with a middling two pair, saw through Eric's ruse (playing the players, and not the cards - that would be the charitable way of describing Martin's call) and called. Mick, with two all-in jackasses in front of her, folded her better two pair - demonstrating that she understands math. Whoops. Sometimes math is wrong. Martin got a big stack.
Martin later demonstrated his preternatural misunderstanding of cards (and/or psychic skill) by calling my top-pair/top-kicker all-in with his pair of 4s. He proceeded to trip his 4s then almost inspire me to jump the table and throttle him by trying to justify his terrible (terrible) call. Sometimes, you can make a really stupid call and you still suck out to win. That's why being an 80% underdog still gives you a 20% chance of winning.
Things settled down for a while after that. It being big money night and all, folks weren't so excited to exercise their rebuy option. Actually, there was a still a small bit of fireworkery in the game at this point. Aaron and Martin exchanged 20k in chips about four times in five hands - usually on bluffs, semi-bluffs, loose calls and suck-outs. As I mentioned, tonight's game resembled the kind of crap one sees in a "Play Money" online tournament where everybody goes all-in pre-flop with 7/8 suited. Luckily for Martin and Aaron, they were the big stacks at this point - so what would have killed the rest of us only seemingly made them stronger. Or something. On one of the hands, they were so convinced that it was an all-in moment that they both exposed their hands with money still to play. Luckily, Adam hadn't arrived yet, so they weren't both removed from the game and whipped with a rattan cane (McJo's Poker Rule #563 - look it up). In fact, Aaron exposed his hand first, and ended up losing anyway - so all was right with the world.
Mick went out next and decided that dealing and then watching a movie was preferable to engaging in the now-strident debate over whether tensile steel can indeed melt and collapse in anything other than a pattern resembling the Julian Set, or whether cruise missiles can be crafted to resemble Katie Holmes' new haircut. And what about the UFOs? No seriously, man. What about them? In any case, she didn't buy in again.
Randy and John both went out quietly. (Get it? I said that John St.-Denis did something QUIETLY! That may be the funniest thing I've ever written.) Eric soon followed, and it was down to Aaron, Martin, Adam and me (Abraham, Martin and John had a previous engagement, and so were unavailable). Martin finally fell after bluffing at an Ace on the flop, even though it was tough for me to call with a 3 for a kicker.
Adam, Aaron and I went around and around for a bit, with nobody making any serious moves. Finally Adam made a "This Bet is Too Big to Be Called" all-in bluff against a Qxx flop (see Eric, hand one) and Aaron called with two high cards. He sucked out, and we were heads-up. The game ended not with a bang, but with a whimper, when I called his AQ all-in with my pocket 9s. We were pretty much even in chips at that point, but I won and had him covered 85k to 75k.
Done before midnight - hurrah!
(p.s. the jews planned and executed 9/11)
2nd ($70/ 9pts): Aaron "Illuminati" Wanstrath
3rd ($0 / 5pts): Adam "Gnomes of Zurich" Joseph
4th ($0 / 3pts): Martin "Rothschild" Galway
High Stakes / 8 Players / 1 Table / 11:45pm Endtime
So, tonight's themes were conspiracies and silly all-ins (followed most often by silly calls). These elements conspired to create a carnival-like atmosphere that felt like playing 8 simultaneous tables of online poker while viewing "Loose Change" on your iPhone in Dick Cheney's secret bunker with Condi Rice and Osama Bin Laden performing a cheeky rendition of the Abbott and Costello classic, "Who's On First?"
Or maybe it only felt that way to me.
In any case, Eric came to the game armed with engineering data on the twin towers (one can assume he had schematics and architectural renderings in his pockets, too - or else he was just enjoying the show), as well as a slew of Vegas stories about how he played really well all week, making only one obviously stupid play the whole time he was there. He then proceeded to push all-in at a board with straight and flush possibilities. Martin, with a middling two pair, saw through Eric's ruse (playing the players, and not the cards - that would be the charitable way of describing Martin's call) and called. Mick, with two all-in jackasses in front of her, folded her better two pair - demonstrating that she understands math. Whoops. Sometimes math is wrong. Martin got a big stack.
Martin later demonstrated his preternatural misunderstanding of cards (and/or psychic skill) by calling my top-pair/top-kicker all-in with his pair of 4s. He proceeded to trip his 4s then almost inspire me to jump the table and throttle him by trying to justify his terrible (terrible) call. Sometimes, you can make a really stupid call and you still suck out to win. That's why being an 80% underdog still gives you a 20% chance of winning.
Things settled down for a while after that. It being big money night and all, folks weren't so excited to exercise their rebuy option. Actually, there was a still a small bit of fireworkery in the game at this point. Aaron and Martin exchanged 20k in chips about four times in five hands - usually on bluffs, semi-bluffs, loose calls and suck-outs. As I mentioned, tonight's game resembled the kind of crap one sees in a "Play Money" online tournament where everybody goes all-in pre-flop with 7/8 suited. Luckily for Martin and Aaron, they were the big stacks at this point - so what would have killed the rest of us only seemingly made them stronger. Or something. On one of the hands, they were so convinced that it was an all-in moment that they both exposed their hands with money still to play. Luckily, Adam hadn't arrived yet, so they weren't both removed from the game and whipped with a rattan cane (McJo's Poker Rule #563 - look it up). In fact, Aaron exposed his hand first, and ended up losing anyway - so all was right with the world.
Mick went out next and decided that dealing and then watching a movie was preferable to engaging in the now-strident debate over whether tensile steel can indeed melt and collapse in anything other than a pattern resembling the Julian Set, or whether cruise missiles can be crafted to resemble Katie Holmes' new haircut. And what about the UFOs? No seriously, man. What about them? In any case, she didn't buy in again.
Randy and John both went out quietly. (Get it? I said that John St.-Denis did something QUIETLY! That may be the funniest thing I've ever written.) Eric soon followed, and it was down to Aaron, Martin, Adam and me (Abraham, Martin and John had a previous engagement, and so were unavailable). Martin finally fell after bluffing at an Ace on the flop, even though it was tough for me to call with a 3 for a kicker.
Adam, Aaron and I went around and around for a bit, with nobody making any serious moves. Finally Adam made a "This Bet is Too Big to Be Called" all-in bluff against a Qxx flop (see Eric, hand one) and Aaron called with two high cards. He sucked out, and we were heads-up. The game ended not with a bang, but with a whimper, when I called his AQ all-in with my pocket 9s. We were pretty much even in chips at that point, but I won and had him covered 85k to 75k.
Done before midnight - hurrah!
(p.s. the jews planned and executed 9/11)
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