Friday, February 10, 2006
I am Donkey, hear my EEEEAAAAAWWW
Recap of the exciting action at MarkyMark's last night:
Me: EEEEEEAAAAAAAAWWWWW! EEEEEEAAAAAAAWWWWWW!
Two hands to talk about:
In the first game, after about 90 minutes of sparring, JonBoy needs to make a move. The blinds are 400/800 or something like that and he goes all in. I am in the SB and with a fleeting moment of clarity, I put him on a move. That means he probably has no pair but at least one paint. I look down at my K7o and after a few moments in the tank, I dive all in baby. By the look on Jon's face, I know I am ahead. He flips Q5o or something like that. I hold up. It was an exercise in futility though because I eventually bubbled out when I went all in with my 6s against LetsChat's mighty bullets. Our hero is down and out. BTW after the bubble, the game ended in about 5 minutes. SONOFAFUGGINBATCH!
In the second game at the second level, I get cowboys in EP. I raise it up 5x the BB. TanyaHarding, LetsChat's better 3/4's calls (huh?). I put her on a weak ace.
We go to the flop. Axx. I check and I am ready to fold (and I am already bent). She checks behind me (huh deux?). Turn is another A. This is where I get my panties in a bunch. I figure she does not have an A and I am good. What do you do when you think you are best? Why you push, of course. I do. She calls and flips her mighty A7o. I am toast. And I am burning like toast. She played me like a dope and I obliged. Congrats to TH. I will be waiting next time.
But for now, call me the Donkey.
Of course, before I go off into the night, I feel the burning desire to state my feelings on what I thought of her preflop play. Quite ungracious and I apologized there and here. I hate being a table captain more than I hate that play. I hope I did not offend too much.
Let the Thursday night crew be forewarned: Mr. Friendly is not so bent that he will stop attending. I feel I am in rut, but that has a way of changing in a grand fashion. Beware of rock like players hiding in the weeds.
Now, let's get down to some serious moronica.
I have some work related shat to share later.
I really hope it is funny.
Wait. ¶ 8:08 AM
Me: EEEEEEAAAAAAAAWWWWW! EEEEEEAAAAAAAWWWWWW!
Two hands to talk about:
In the first game, after about 90 minutes of sparring, JonBoy needs to make a move. The blinds are 400/800 or something like that and he goes all in. I am in the SB and with a fleeting moment of clarity, I put him on a move. That means he probably has no pair but at least one paint. I look down at my K7o and after a few moments in the tank, I dive all in baby. By the look on Jon's face, I know I am ahead. He flips Q5o or something like that. I hold up. It was an exercise in futility though because I eventually bubbled out when I went all in with my 6s against LetsChat's mighty bullets. Our hero is down and out. BTW after the bubble, the game ended in about 5 minutes. SONOFAFUGGINBATCH!
In the second game at the second level, I get cowboys in EP. I raise it up 5x the BB. TanyaHarding, LetsChat's better 3/4's calls (huh?). I put her on a weak ace.
We go to the flop. Axx. I check and I am ready to fold (and I am already bent). She checks behind me (huh deux?). Turn is another A. This is where I get my panties in a bunch. I figure she does not have an A and I am good. What do you do when you think you are best? Why you push, of course. I do. She calls and flips her mighty A7o. I am toast. And I am burning like toast. She played me like a dope and I obliged. Congrats to TH. I will be waiting next time.
But for now, call me the Donkey.
Of course, before I go off into the night, I feel the burning desire to state my feelings on what I thought of her preflop play. Quite ungracious and I apologized there and here. I hate being a table captain more than I hate that play. I hope I did not offend too much.
Let the Thursday night crew be forewarned: Mr. Friendly is not so bent that he will stop attending. I feel I am in rut, but that has a way of changing in a grand fashion. Beware of rock like players hiding in the weeds.
Now, let's get down to some serious moronica.
I have some work related shat to share later.
I really hope it is funny.
Wait. ¶ 8:08 AM
