Tonight...
Several of us played a tournament together.
Things were slow, which is fine.
Then I joined a $50NL ring game as well. Blinds are $.50/$.25. I posted my $.50, then immediately disconnected! I never played another hand in that game because I had connection issues and thought it best not to get involved in anything pricey.
I reconnected, played a few hands in the tournament, then disconnected. Then again. Then again. Etc.
One time a guy with way above average chips opened, I had vowels (A/A) so I re-raised half my stack. Then I disconnected.
When I got back on... evidently he raised me, as I lost. Ugh.
Eventually I just started shoving any semi-decent hand, as I was short on chips and I couldn't count on being connected to play the flop, turn or river.
Of course, as soon as I was out of the game my connection problems ended.
Oh! And about me posting the $.50 and then disconnecting. It ends up everybody folded, so I won the $.25 small blind. :)
Last night...
I played two single table S&G's (super turbos). I won one, and came in 3rd (min-cashing) on the other. That gave me a 100% win rate for the day. I'm happy to end with that.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Friday, September 17, 2010
Hey I'm back
Poker-wise, I had a long cold spell where I'd shove with 9/9-K/K, get called by A/rag, and lose. It got to the point where I just expected it.
I was still profitable, because every once in awhile I'd have a hot streak (when I'd get it in bad and win!) and take the tournament down for a big win. Well... there are $2 games, so the big win is $40, which isn't a lot for the number of hours I put in I guess.
A few days ago I played a $10+$1 tournament on a whim because a friend pointed out that it had a nice layover. They typically had 120-something players, and the top 27 people get a ticket to a freeroll that has $100,000 in prize money. And the top 2,000 players in that (there's a maximum of 10,000 players) move on to another freeroll that offers $250,000 in prize money to the top 5,000 players in a field of at most 20,000 players.
For those unfamiliar with tournaments, most tournaments pay the top 10% of players. It doesn't take a genius to do that math.
Oh, and first place for that final tournament is $20,000 cash and a Lamborghini Gallardo LP 560-4. (I have no use for a Lambo. I'd try to get a cash equivalent.)
So anyway, if you played, the was a ton of extra money up for grabs, and about twice as many people win $ as normal. So it was a sweet deal that I didn't want to pass up.
The game went well. I won a couple coin flips in a row. My 60:40's held a little over half the time. I felt blessed by my better than average luck. I mean, by 50:50's were holding half the time. It was amazing!
I got really lucky at the final table though. Three-handed, I had a cold run of cards and folded to become a very short stack, so I was apt shove at just about any time. Then the two massive chip leaders got all in together. The bigger stack had a weak Ace, an the other guy had a strong Ace (A/6 vs A/J or something like that). The big stack paired his weak kicker to knock out the other guy, thereby netting me almost $50 more.
I played one last night and lost a coin flip, which I don't mind. At least fate didn't screw with me like it screwed with these people:
In non-poker news, my life is weird.
A year and a half since the divorce was official and I remain very much single. Dating just seems like a big hassle messy and I just don't have the desire for that entanglement in my life right now. However, I am making an effort to get out of the house more and be more sociable for my own good and for the good of my daughter.
I had a bad weekend last week. I'm doing well this week though.
I started doing The Perfect Push Up a few weeks ago, and am following the exercise regiment.
This all started when my daughter told me to give her ten push ups (what they do in her karate when the class doesn't pay attention) and I couldn't do 10. That's when I decided that I was pathetic and decided to purchase The Perfect Push Up.
I wanted to get it a few years ago, but Danny Bonaducci was the spokesperson and I just couldn't support their decision to use him.
I started doing push ups before the kit arrived and could do a dozen or so by the time I ordered it and it arrived from Walmart. (They only sell them online, you get them cheaper with price comparison websites as opposed to the regular store, and shipping is only $.95).
On day #1 you see how many push ups you can do in perfect form with the kit. It's more difficult doing them that way, so I could only do about 9 I think. That meant that my program had me do a set of 8, then 6, then 4, then 2, all within two minutes. Then later that day I had to do the same thing with a wider hand positioning (and an opposite twist direction). And still later that day I had to do the same thing with a close hand position and the original twist direction.
You always have at least one day off after exercising.
Yesterday was my final normal day of the program. All sets had my feet on a chair (so I had more weight on my torso), and there were 4 sets total. 4(8+6+4+2) = 80
I had to cheat and get off the chair towards the end of some of the sets but that's what you are supposed to do. I guess it's important to complete them even with less weight.
Anyway, I've noticed results. I don't think I look any different, but when I'm soaping in the shower or feel my arms (especially my triceps) they feel different.
One time I caught myself feeling up my own boobs in the shower. It was an unconscious thing, my unconscious mind looking for medical abnormalities to warn my conscious brain about. But yeah, there's something different going on under my skin.
They're just push ups and I'm not out to sculpt my body or anything. I just wanted to pick up a routine and get some more discipline in my life. I have an unofficial goal of being able to do 50 in a row. I think that will happen in early 2011.
Today was weird.
I've watched some Jersey Shore this season while playing on the computer (none this week) but I had a dream last night that I was on the show, along with some of my cousins and my brother. We were at a beach house on the Jersey Shore. I also remember that the house was built into a Disney theme park, and there were women dressed in Santa's Helpers costumes doing a dance routine on Main Street. I was up at 5:00AM and so was one of the girls (I don't know their names... the toughest one, who doesn't whore it up) we I we watched them, perplexed that it would happen so early in the morning.
Then we were all at Monkey Canyon, climbing the cliffs to jump. I didn't jump. I've only done the 8 or 10' jump there, and we were at the 20' level.
Monkey Canyon is a place in the mountains where I used to go in CA. After a short hike there's a pool of water below some cliffs. People jump offs the cliffs into 6 or 7 feet of water. People have died making jumps from the upper levels of the cliffs.
Then the dream ended.
This morning I was doing computer work when I heard a woman calling for her dog "Puggerson." I helped her look, but only found a long haired gray dog. She said "That's him!"
I just assumed that the dog was a pug. How can you name a dog "Puggerson" and it not be a pug?
Later in the day I watched a video of my state senator wrestle an alleged shoplifter (beef jerky) in the grocery store that he owns: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ByzxIgI3IxQ
I'd seen it before, but this time I watched it in the police station, with some cops seeing it for the first time. It was a hoot. :)
I like how they gave commentary, like pointing out how he purposely put himself between alleged thief and the exit.
Tonight has been busy as well. I had a long tea party with my daughter, dinner, and they we played school until her bed time.
I got dressed in my grubby clothes to mow the lawn but then I remembered that the mower is almost empty and I do not have any gasoline left in my gas cans. Oh well. The grass isn't incredibly long, so it can wait.
Saturday: Karate and construction (and food!) at my adopted folk's house (my in-laws).
Sunday: Retest my "set max" for the next push up regiment, and pizza & beer during the Patriots game at a friend's house.
I was still profitable, because every once in awhile I'd have a hot streak (when I'd get it in bad and win!) and take the tournament down for a big win. Well... there are $2 games, so the big win is $40, which isn't a lot for the number of hours I put in I guess.
A few days ago I played a $10+$1 tournament on a whim because a friend pointed out that it had a nice layover. They typically had 120-something players, and the top 27 people get a ticket to a freeroll that has $100,000 in prize money. And the top 2,000 players in that (there's a maximum of 10,000 players) move on to another freeroll that offers $250,000 in prize money to the top 5,000 players in a field of at most 20,000 players.
For those unfamiliar with tournaments, most tournaments pay the top 10% of players. It doesn't take a genius to do that math.
Oh, and first place for that final tournament is $20,000 cash and a Lamborghini Gallardo LP 560-4. (I have no use for a Lambo. I'd try to get a cash equivalent.)
So anyway, if you played, the was a ton of extra money up for grabs, and about twice as many people win $ as normal. So it was a sweet deal that I didn't want to pass up.
The game went well. I won a couple coin flips in a row. My 60:40's held a little over half the time. I felt blessed by my better than average luck. I mean, by 50:50's were holding half the time. It was amazing!
I got really lucky at the final table though. Three-handed, I had a cold run of cards and folded to become a very short stack, so I was apt shove at just about any time. Then the two massive chip leaders got all in together. The bigger stack had a weak Ace, an the other guy had a strong Ace (A/6 vs A/J or something like that). The big stack paired his weak kicker to knock out the other guy, thereby netting me almost $50 more.
I played one last night and lost a coin flip, which I don't mind. At least fate didn't screw with me like it screwed with these people:
In non-poker news, my life is weird.
A year and a half since the divorce was official and I remain very much single. Dating just seems like a big hassle messy and I just don't have the desire for that entanglement in my life right now. However, I am making an effort to get out of the house more and be more sociable for my own good and for the good of my daughter.
I had a bad weekend last week. I'm doing well this week though.
I started doing The Perfect Push Up a few weeks ago, and am following the exercise regiment.
This all started when my daughter told me to give her ten push ups (what they do in her karate when the class doesn't pay attention) and I couldn't do 10. That's when I decided that I was pathetic and decided to purchase The Perfect Push Up.
I wanted to get it a few years ago, but Danny Bonaducci was the spokesperson and I just couldn't support their decision to use him.
I started doing push ups before the kit arrived and could do a dozen or so by the time I ordered it and it arrived from Walmart. (They only sell them online, you get them cheaper with price comparison websites as opposed to the regular store, and shipping is only $.95).
On day #1 you see how many push ups you can do in perfect form with the kit. It's more difficult doing them that way, so I could only do about 9 I think. That meant that my program had me do a set of 8, then 6, then 4, then 2, all within two minutes. Then later that day I had to do the same thing with a wider hand positioning (and an opposite twist direction). And still later that day I had to do the same thing with a close hand position and the original twist direction.
You always have at least one day off after exercising.
Yesterday was my final normal day of the program. All sets had my feet on a chair (so I had more weight on my torso), and there were 4 sets total. 4(8+6+4+2) = 80
I had to cheat and get off the chair towards the end of some of the sets but that's what you are supposed to do. I guess it's important to complete them even with less weight.
Anyway, I've noticed results. I don't think I look any different, but when I'm soaping in the shower or feel my arms (especially my triceps) they feel different.
One time I caught myself feeling up my own boobs in the shower. It was an unconscious thing, my unconscious mind looking for medical abnormalities to warn my conscious brain about. But yeah, there's something different going on under my skin.
They're just push ups and I'm not out to sculpt my body or anything. I just wanted to pick up a routine and get some more discipline in my life. I have an unofficial goal of being able to do 50 in a row. I think that will happen in early 2011.
Today was weird.
I've watched some Jersey Shore this season while playing on the computer (none this week) but I had a dream last night that I was on the show, along with some of my cousins and my brother. We were at a beach house on the Jersey Shore. I also remember that the house was built into a Disney theme park, and there were women dressed in Santa's Helpers costumes doing a dance routine on Main Street. I was up at 5:00AM and so was one of the girls (I don't know their names... the toughest one, who doesn't whore it up) we I we watched them, perplexed that it would happen so early in the morning.
Then we were all at Monkey Canyon, climbing the cliffs to jump. I didn't jump. I've only done the 8 or 10' jump there, and we were at the 20' level.
Monkey Canyon is a place in the mountains where I used to go in CA. After a short hike there's a pool of water below some cliffs. People jump offs the cliffs into 6 or 7 feet of water. People have died making jumps from the upper levels of the cliffs.
Then the dream ended.
This morning I was doing computer work when I heard a woman calling for her dog "Puggerson." I helped her look, but only found a long haired gray dog. She said "That's him!"
I just assumed that the dog was a pug. How can you name a dog "Puggerson" and it not be a pug?
Later in the day I watched a video of my state senator wrestle an alleged shoplifter (beef jerky) in the grocery store that he owns: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ByzxIgI3IxQ
I'd seen it before, but this time I watched it in the police station, with some cops seeing it for the first time. It was a hoot. :)
I like how they gave commentary, like pointing out how he purposely put himself between alleged thief and the exit.
Tonight has been busy as well. I had a long tea party with my daughter, dinner, and they we played school until her bed time.
I got dressed in my grubby clothes to mow the lawn but then I remembered that the mower is almost empty and I do not have any gasoline left in my gas cans. Oh well. The grass isn't incredibly long, so it can wait.
Saturday: Karate and construction (and food!) at my adopted folk's house (my in-laws).
Sunday: Retest my "set max" for the next push up regiment, and pizza & beer during the Patriots game at a friend's house.
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