Stitch in the Gash

Thanks for everyone to came over to yell at me for being such a pussy yesterday. I put a stitch in my gash, and ended up moneying in enough SnGs last night to get almost back to even for the weekend.

According to Dr. Pauly, I think I owe everyone who commented on this blog yesterday a dollar. Transfers available via Titan or Noble.

It's a rainy, dreary Sunday in Minneapolis today. The kind of day where you have a million things to do because you're selling your house, but have no motivation to do any of the work. Instead, you watch the National Heads-Up Poker Championship on NBC, play a little online pokah, and wait for the Twins game to start.

Getting a house that you've lived in for ten years ready to sell is a lot of work. Especially when you really haven't done a ton of home improvements in those ten years. Besides poker, my life has consisted of stripping, scraping, painting, more painting, sanding, painting, drywalling, mudding, taping, oh...more painting.

Our house is a cute little stucco tudor located in the city, and I never really thought of putting much work into it, because it's always been in pretty good shape...

Until the listing realtor came over and told me everything that's wrong with the place and what needs to be fixed now, otherwise she won't sell it. The list is longer than a Kenneth Lay indictment.

This isn't another stitch in the gash post. I'm not whining. It's just eye-opening, the little things that you don't realize are wrong with something when you've been around it awhile. You become sort of blind to it. In the back of your mind, you know that problems are there, but they're so easy to ignore, you just walk by them everyday with blinders on.

I think this concept can carry over to other areas of life, whether it be your marriage, the work you do, the relationship you have with your kids, your friendships, hell, even your poker game.

While we're all looking for holes in our poker game (and we all are), we should also try to find the holes in our everyday life.

And figure out how to put a stitch in it.

F$&#'ing Tourists

Let's just say it has been tough.

I am SICK AND TIRED of tourists catching their river. I have had more bad beats in the past 2 weeks that it is making me looney.

-Poker Champ

Make that the past two days instead of the past two weeks, and you've summed up my sessions lately. I've made my set on the river at least four times on the flop this weekend, only to to see some "tourist" call my pot-sized bets to the river and catch the card they need to hit their straight and/or flush and cripple me.

As much as we all love loose/bad players, there are times like these when poker just takes a pair of fucking jumper cables, attaches them to your balls, and cranks up the voltage. I feel like Tom Green when he had his nut surgery televised. Just cut 'em open, Doc.

I know, I know, we all have bad sessions and bad stretches, but JEBUS, I've been on tilt today.

I haven't felt this way in a long, long time.

Nobody reads blogs on Saturday anyway, so I just thought I'd put this down on (virtual) paper and get it out of my system. The BeePette would just roll her eyes at me...

Fuck Brad Radke

Seriously.

Jebus.

I've hated that fucker for three years.

The Twins would be better served having a certain softball star start in his place in the rotation.

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EDIT: It's 1:05pm Saturday, so FUCK CARLOS SILVA, TOO.

2.2 innings pitched. 9 hits. 9 runs. 9 earned runs.

Goddamn Twins...

MTT Bonanza

Last night I did something I never, ever do. Ever. Like, ever.

I bought into a (gasp!) $5 + .50 MTT on Titan.

I know, I know, I know. I don't do that. Like, ever.

Even though that buy-in is peanuts for most of the people who stop by this blog, it was a big decision for me. I've been crushing the micro-limits (for the most part) lately, and slowly growing my initial deposit and bonus in to something of a bankroll. Putting in $5.50 to play something that I may or may not have a shot at (i.e. a big field) is usually -EV for me.

When the cards hit the digital air, there were 193 players. 1000 starting chips, blinds starting at 10/20. I was pretty much Foldy McFolderson the first hour, getting involved in only two pots (which I won), and hovering just over the buy in.

The second hour was my hour. I got good cards, played solid poker, bluffed a few pots, and by the second break I was 6th in chips with around 8K. One hand in particular was fun to play, but scarier than a Michael Jackson face-lift.

It's the beginning of the second hour, and I'm in the BB with AQo and about T3500. There is one guy in EP who raises 3x the BB. It folds to me, I bump it up to double his bet, and he calls. The flop comes 3QT rainbow. I bet the pot, and monkey-boy decides to push all-in.

Now, I'm in a quandry. I've only got him covered by about 1000 chips, but I've seen him push people off pots with massive overbets and all-ins at this table before. I decide he's got one of two hands: TT or AJ. If he has AJ, I'm good unless he hits his straight, if he has TT I'm screwed more than Tara Reid after a Wild On E! taping.

Poker is about risks, right? "In order to live, you must be willing to die" and all that, right?

I elect to call.

Monkey flips AJo and my queens hold up to take the pot and send him to rail where he flames me in the girlie chat box for a minute or two.

Other than that hand and that read, my play was really just chipping up by playing big hands for as many chips I could get.

In the third hour, with blinds at 1000/2000, I was card dead forever. I was still in the top in chips (barely), but was starting to get in real danger of being blinded out. I think I had an M of 2. Not goot.

I wake up in the SB with ATo. It's folded around to me, and I'm looking to at least get the BB's 2000, if not more, so I push. He instacalls with KQ.

Flop: AKx (yeah!)
Turn: K (shit!)
River: Q (so fucking rigged)

I collect my junk from the floor and hold my head high as I'm bounced in 14th place (out of 193) for a big score of $10.

I'm actually pretty happy with that. Moneying in any sort of MTT at all is a major coup for me, so I'll take the addition to my bankroll to keep building it up so I can step up a level in the SnGs.

Have a great weekend, beetches.

Quads Again, Contest Winner, Other B.S.

Three times in two days. Unbelievable. So rigged. Click the photo to enlarge.

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Note: Thanks to Blogger giving me a Dirty Sanchez, this post is only 1/2 the length of the original. Fuckers.

Thanks again to everyone who gave me their spreadsheets and suggestions to help keep better track of my wins and junk sodomizing losses. The surprising, eventual winner of the contest ended up being my buddy Josh from BadgerBucco. I've known Josh since I was five years old, and over the past 29 (!) years, we've remained fast friends, which is a rare thing these days.

Anyway, I tested out the spreadsheets from CC and Alan, signed up for Poker Dominator (from TripJax), looked at Chris Halverson's info (via April), and then asked Josh if he used anything. See, I liked everything that was sent my way (except Poker Dominator, sorry TripJax!), but was looking for something that I could track my daily swings as well as my total bankroll. Josh said he had something and sent it my way.

Tha bruthah sent me a doozy. He always seems to come through in the clutch.

If anyone would like a copy of Josh's spreadsheet, shoot me an email. He's given me full permission to share it with all y'all. There are tabs for ring games, tourneys, NL/PL mix, etc. I started inputting info into it last night (the tourney tab) and it worked like a charm. It is, how you say? The sheet.

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It was a break-even extravaganza on the SnG front last night. I started the night going 0-4, bubbling twice and making a big donkey move in one game that put me out fifth (let's just say that betting patterns led me to believe that my sixes were good...). I was playing solid poker, but just couldn't catch any cards for the most part, and when I did have a hand, no one would come out and play.

In one of the SnGs I played, there was a Push-Monkey-Luck-Box who would push almost every hand with literally any two cards. He busted a guy playing AKo with A3 when he paired his 3 on the turn after an Axx flop. I finally got tired of it and called his all-in with wired jacks. He flipped 96h and busted me when he hit trip 9's on the river. That put me on the worst tilt I've had in awhile. I steamed, steamed some more, then calmed down and decided to give it one more run for the night.

I finished the night going 2nd, 1st, 1st, which brought me to just a pussy hair above break-even. Thank GOD.

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Now since Blogger has bent me over and had its way with me, go read Jordan's excellent post on blogs and blogging. As a C- list blogger, I'd appreciate all the linkage I could get. I certainly try to grow my list as much as I can when people comment here, or link me up to their blogs.

Anyone Hungry for D.Q.? Me!!!!!

AND

DEMS QUADS BEETCHES!!! Not once, but TWICE. In the span of about an hour.

Although those two hands were fun to play, I felt more like the Z-List porn chick, Janet Mason of David Williams porno fame (NSFW)when it came to poker last night. I just kept taking it right in the ass. And it was all my fault. After blowing a few SnGs due to mostly apathy and poor play (chasing down draws, playing the hell out of middle pair great kicker, etc.), I focused and went on a tear, turning in a Jenna Jameson-like performance and finishing the night:

1st
1st
2nd

Me likey.

Thanks to everyone who chimed in to help me out with getting my poker shizzle together.
Closed caption to Jordan, TripJax, April, CC, Waffles, and Alan: you guys rule. Thanks for first of all reading this humble little blog in the first place, and second of all for being so kind as to help out.

I'll announce the winner of the contest shortly.

BeeP

A Little Help?

OK. So. I'm coming to the point where I need to record my daily wins/losses/breakevens in an easy-to-use format.

Does anyone out there have a simple spreadsheet, or know of a simple and cheap (read: free) site that offers some sort of software to track my ongoing tryst with Mistress Variance?

Person who sets me up gets a free micro heads-up match with me on Titan, an opened (but not used) condom, and an easter egg full of mini-M&M's.

As an added bonus, if you don't have a Titan account I will give you 50% of the sign up bonus I receive if you sign-up through Titan via my site (use links in this post or the banner below on the right) and make a deposit.

Thanks in advance.

BP

Her Name is Rio

So it's Saturday night. The BeePette and the BeePlings are gone for the evening to hang out with friends and swim. I've got a fridge full of beer, wireless internet on my laptop, some chicken breats and a grill. Oh yes, there's nothing like poker outdoors.

I sat in the backyard and crushed the micro SnGs on Noble for an hour and a half, and decided that I was having such a good run that I'd play one more before going inside to eat.
I clicked on my micro SnG room of choice, registered, and waited for the room to fill.
After a couple of minutes, I checked to see how many people have registered. I looked at the screen and feel a sense of horror (as well as a wet sensation in my pants) as I quickly tapped the "unregister" button mercilessly. Noble informs me that they are so sorry, but registration has ended and my game is going to begin.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Yes, my babies, I accidentally signed up for a Rio tournament. Now, I know that Jordan loves the Rio tourneys on Noble/Titan and they've become his bread and butter, but that $20 + $3 buy-in is a pretty big chunk of my pittance of a bankroll. Also, I had indeed not only wet myself, but shit my pants and vomited as well. All seemingly at the same time.

I put down the beer, closed out all other windows on the poker machine, and FOCUSED. This is not something I do well, as I usually have a baseball game on MLB Radio, Up For Poker on the screen to see if anyone's updated their blogs, the Star Tribune, etc.

But, motherfucker did I focus this time.

I won't bore you with all of the details, but it was a huge sigh of relief when with 5 people left (3 places pay), the chip leader at the table took out two other players simutaneously with the nut flush, leaving three of us (and me with about 600 in chips...). W00T! In the money!

I felt so relieved that I had made the money that I actually typed "Thank You" into the chat box. I went out shortly after that with AQ losing a race to pocket 7's, but I got my buy-in back plus a whole dollar, which was fine by me.

I caught Jordan on his way out the door on the IM to tell my tale. We chatted a bit and then I decided to eat.

Right after I played one more micro SnG, of course. And yes, I quadruple checked to make sure I had registered to the right event. I did, and I finished first.

Crush.

All Right Thursday Night

I had the pleasure of meeting Scott from Dead Money, Inc. last night at, of all places, a micro SnG on Titan. He's on some sort of mission to turn $3 of April's into $500 in a month or two or three. We hit up the IM later on and chatted it up a bit. You have been linked, sir.

I ended up getting knocked out of that SnG (embarassingly) early, and found a couple more that I donked out of (one in the money). Slightly dronkified and a little on tilt, I sat down at a micro NL ring game and ended up making all of my money back plus rake.

I'm starting to like those NL ring games. You just wait for a monster and let everyone else throw their money at you. I've lost a lot of money there in the past, but I was playing a wiiiide range of hands. Anything with a face on it was playable. Now, though, I've tightened up considerably, and the last 3 times I've sat down, I've walked away a winner.

Anyway, I decided since I was in full dronkey mode (and uber confident after my score at the NL table), the best thing to do would be to show off my Alpha-Poker-Male pipes and play one more six-handed SnG to end the night.

I won.

It was late, and I don't remember all the details, but I sure as hell remember that Titan trophy flashing at me. I love that thing. My kids love it even more. I always make sure to show it to them when I win. They do a little happy dance. Unfortunately, they were fast asleep, so I had to enjoy it by myself.

That's all the news that's fit to print for today. Oh except this. Crush.

Have a great weekend, all.

Ring Around The Rosey

I've got a big sales meeting this afternoon, so I have little time to post.

Thanks for everyone who chimed in yesterday on the "poker as vice" post.

SnG update:

Oh for mutherfreakin' FOUR. Four games, zero cashes. Ouch. As I emailed Jordan earlier, they're micro SnGs, so it's not like I'm pounding nails into my junk bankroll-wise, but it sure hurts the old ego. Especially at these levels. Oh, I might have been a bit of a Dronkey while I played as well. Stupid beer...

I decided that since I was smoking pole on the SnGs, this could mean only one thing: I should sit down at a ring game. Note: I'm not very good at cash games, but once in awhile, if I'm running poorly in the SnGs, I'll take a stab at them for a change of pace.

I found a nice little .02/.04 NL game on Noble (click on the link and give Jordan some love), bought in for $10 and folded away for seven or eight minutes until I find QhJh checked to me in the BB. I consider a raise, but with only two limpers, I call.

Flop comes down AK3 rainbow (one heart). SB checks, I figure I've got a good straight draw and two to a flush, so I bet the pot hoping just to take it down right then. MP folds, SB calls.

Turn is an 8c. SB checks, and I check behind him.

River is a beautiful Td. No flush draws on the board and I've got the nut straight. I bet the pot and the SB pushes his last $7+ into the middle. I insta-call and show the nut straight to his A6o.

And that, kids, is how I made my SnG buy-ins back, plus a couple extra Washingtons to boot.

(Disclaimer: This hand is for the most part accurate. Dollar amounts may be a little off as Jacob Leinenkugel was busy lecturing me on the finer aspects of his Sunset Wheat Ale.)

Medicinal Poker

Last night was mucho better. It wasn't watch-your-wife-get-down-with-Sienna-Miller-while-you-get-to-watch-then-particpate great, but it was better. More along the lines of watching-girl-on-girl-porn-with-your-wife-and-then-heading-upstairs-for-a-little-wrasslin'-while-dirty-talking good.

Four more SnGs:

2nd
1st
3rd
1st

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I noticed my concetration slipping quite a bit last night. The thing is, we're trying to get the Casa del Bloody up for sale in the next couple of weeks and after 10 years of accumulating tons of shit, the clean-out process is quite daunting. It's been on my mind a lot. How does a feller react to the stress of cleaning and having a realtor come over and judge what you've done with your property for the past 10 years?

Why, ignore everything and play more poker, of course. Duh.

My time on the digital felt may be on the decrease because of such exciting projects as: brush clearing! brush burning! window sanding! window painting! installing a new storm door! replacing windows!

Yes folks, all of this can be yours for the low, low price of around $2000.00!!! Act now!

The point to all of this is that I've been using poker as a sort of escape, instead of just dealing with all of the shit we have to do head-on. And eez not goot. My wife has had to kick my ass off the couch (and the poker machine) more than once to take care of a menial project that needed tending to.

I have an addictive personality. I know this. I have a tendency to escape into things to push out real world troubles. Alcohol? Yep. Smokes? Absolutely. Now add poker to the list of vices I can pull out of the hat to escape reality. I don't think it's an unhealthy escape. I'm playing very low limits and building my bankroll slowly. My wife is afraid that at some point, I'm going to take a mortgage payment and bet it all on one hand just for the rush of the action. Her fears are well-founded, but I don't think that she quite gets that I play poker more for the mental stimulation and 'strategery' than the rush that an action junkie craves.

I find myself constantly wanting to learn more about the game, how to play it, how to be better at it rather than just randomly shoving all of my chips in the middle with AA and having that little gland in my brain shoot endorphins into my bathing suit area.

I guess the point of this ramble is to see if I'm using poker to self-medicate.

I think on some level, I may be. It is a nice escape. It is an extremely fun and interesting way to waste a couple hours in the evening. I do enjoy the contact I've had with other bloggers, and elbowing my way into the club. But I don't think poker is a vice for me. Not in the traditional sense. I'm still getting things done around the house, I'm still a good dad, a decent husband, a productive worker, and all around A-#1 American Joe.

I would be interested to hear from people if they've ever evaluated why they play the game so much, and if they've ever confronted themselves that it may be a vice or addiction.

Seacrest out.

Icarus

All good things must come to an end, I suppose, and the S&M dominatrix that is Mistress Variance put a leather Mexican wrestling mask on my head, an orange ball in my mouth, then bent me over the poker table and sodomized me with a pool stick.

I was running hot. REALLY hot. So hot that I almost got afraid to play in fear of breaking the streak. Eight first or second finishes in a row is pretty damn good, even at low levels.

So, after reading Jordan yesterday, and listening to him get all worked up about the Rio tourneys on Noble (same network as Titan) I decide to take a crack at the Dirty Dozen SnGs on Titan yesterday. After all, they've got to be TONS softer at a $2 buy-in than a $20 buy-in, right?

Eeez not so goot.

I got bounced fairly quickly when my kings were crack by 89h who rivered a flush against my all-in (after 3 back-and-forth reraises). Seriously, who pushes with 89h??

I tilt a little bit and decide just to play some short-handed SnGs. After all, I had excelled at them and could legitimately continue my streak of cashes in short-handed SnG play.

I played four:

3rd
2nd
4th
3rd

ONE out of four in the money. Terrible. Disgusting. Vomitous.

I attribute it to bad cards, bad flops, and a some bad play on my part. It seems like when you get confident you can just as easily cross that thin line and get overconfident, thinking that your K4o checked from the BB is going to hold up on an K29AQ board. Bad donkey! Bad donkey! At least I didn't push.

I've fallen back to earth, but plan on letting my wings heal up so I can make another run at the sky.

Chariotz of Fire

I've been running hotter than Elisha Cuthbert making out with Mila Kunis in a hot tub in the middle of July the past couple of days.

The last eight SnGs I've played have looked like: this:

1st
2nd
1st
1st
2nd
1st
1st
1st

One game in particular (the second one listed above), I got into trouble when my Q4 (checked from the BB) ran into Q9 on a Q94 flop. I bet the hell out it and called the guy's all-in. I had him covered by about 220 chips, so I wasn't dead, but was crippled.

Long story short, with a rush of cards, one nice suckout, and some uber tight/aggressive play, I came back to place second. It was my second best comeback. On Holdempoker.com a few months ago, I once was crippled to about 140 chips and came back to win the whole shebang.

A chip and a chair, indeed.

Oh word? Word.

Play Like a Champion Today, Bitches.

Showing My Thong

You know when a girl bends over and you happen to look over and get a peek of a hot pink thong? It's titillating, but it's just a peek at a little fabric. That's the way I feel about my "so close/yet so far away" showing today in the Titan $100 Million Qualifier. 418 people entered the tourney for a seat in the Main Event next month.

I finished 33rd.

I'm actually happy with considering the cards I was dealt in the course of 2 hours.

I counted, and was dealt Q6 suited/0ffsuited no less than 11 times, was dealt 96 s/o 9 times. 45o 7 times, and A2 6 times. I don't know why I count these things, but when I see the same hands twice in an orbit, I take notice. Also, I never saw Aces or Kings, and only had Queens and Jacks once. In. Two. Hours...

I played my normal tight/aggressive game, staying fairly shortstacked until I double up with AKc vs. AKo, when the flop gave me three lovely clubs for the nut flush. That NEVER happens to me, so I was pretty stoked, yo.

My second double up came came with AJo vs. 77 when I rivered a straight with a ten on a 2QK flop. That was just dumb luck, but I took it. Gleefully. Even after that double up, I was well below the average stack. I stole the blinds a couple of time, using my tight image to scare people off pots with things like 35o or A3s when the blinds got larger and everyone was tightening up. It worked, but I had to do it sparingly.

All in all, I'm happy with my play, even if I didn't win one of the five seats up for grab.

I'll keep playing these things, since they only cost 150 "Titan Points" and I have tons left to burn.

More to come.

Gag On It

Please join us for a solemn evening of remembrance.

There Can Be Only One

Hot DAMN, do I love limping with the Hammer and pulling one out of my rectum (with all due respect to BG, of course).

This time it was the Highlander of Hammers. The infamous 72 offsuit.

Pimp that Hoyazo!

Must...Do... Happy...Dance...

Middle of The Pack Rat

Finished smack-freakin'-dab in the middle of the pack in a blogger tourney again!

I'm taking it that this means that I'm an extremely average poker player.

I was crusing along fairly well. I got shortstacked and doubled up mid-way through the first round with an all-in with AQ offsuit (natch) vs. pocket 9's. Caught an A on the flop and didn't look back.

Bluffed a couple small pots. Got dealt cowboys twice with only limpers who folded to my post-flop min-bet, and aces once in the BB when everyone folded to me. Lots of good they were...

Got knocked out by "gunsandpoker" (the eventual winner of the tourney) when my AQc ran into his AKo and bumped me out. There were two clubs on the flop, so I prayed to the baby Jebus for one. more. club. He must have thought there was a 'better yes', because I was bounced from the tourney in 23rd place.

I got to give mad shout outs to Rage and TripJaxx, though, so that was cool.

Thanks to Poker Savvy for setting it up. Hopefully, there'll be more in the future!

I also had a weird dream last night that I was hanging out in the apartment I lived at in college with Dr. Pauly and Joe Speaker. We were all drinking Budweiser (a subconcious nod to Poker Champ, perschmaps?) and talking. The Dr. and Joe were trying to convince me to take Boy Genius' spot at the World Series of Poker. BG had won a ticket to the main event, and apparently couldn't make it for some unkown reason, and I was chosen to replace him. I begged off, saying that I was an extremely average poker player and wouldn't make it past the first day. They persisted, and suddenly the dream changed to me playing the first hand of the WSOP (Mike Matsow was at my table) and being dealt...you guessed it: AQc. That's when I woke up.

I think I peed the bed a little bit.

Oh, and my dream-instinct was to push. Man, I still have a lot work to do on my game if even subconciously I'm pushing with AQ.

Tonight: Twins vs. A's. Behind home plate. 15 rows up, yo.

Poker Savvy Blogger Freeroll Tonight (4/11/06)!

For the three or four bloggers who check out this site on a semi-regular basis (hee hee, I said "semi"), there is a freeroll for bloggers only tomorrow night on Titan sponsored by Poker Savvy. Click here to sign up.

Have I also mentioned that Titan has super soft tables (not that I'm an affiliate or anything...no really, don't even think about clicking on the BIG HUGE TITAN LINK TO THE RIGHT to put a little bling-bling in this poor micro limit poker blogger's pocket)? If you're not a Titan member, I highly recommend clicking to the right or on any links that are obnoxiously posted here (nudge nudge wink wink).

Sign up for Titan, then enter the code once you sign up on Poker Savvy.

Help a bruthah out.

Thanks to TripJax for the heads up.

Oh No You Di'nt!!

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Oh yes, I did. It's suited, but close e-fuckin'-nough. Micro SnGs are teh awesome.

Dronkey

Let's get one thing out of the way: I have no desire to be a professional poker player. I play purely for recreation and relaxation. That said, I want to play well, grow my bankroll, and be able to hang in there when I play in the WWdN tourneys or other blogger events instead of always finishing in the middle of the pack.

But, I am a man of vices. Smokes? Check. Degenerate gambling? Check? Boozehound? Check. Preferably all three at the same time? Check.

Lately, I've been playing break-even poker. I've been looking for holes in my game, and I think I found a monster:

Sweet, sweet beer.

Beer + Poker = Break-even. For me, anyway.

I like to have a few pops when I sit down and hit up the Titan SnG's for a couple of hours. Funny thing is, I start out strong, finishing in the money in the first 3 or 4 shorthanded SnGs that I play, and then things start getting progressively worse and worse. And when I shut down the poker machine, I'm either even, or up just a bit.

I know this should be completely and totally obvious to me, but I've always pegged my late losses on being overconfident from my previous cashes, or horrible suckouts, or bad beats. No, my friends, it's the beer.

Much in the same way that you tie one on and think that getting behind the wheel of a car is a great idea because you're 'just fine', tying one on and playing poker leads to chasing runner-runner flush draws, calling one-outers without any odds, and making bad bluffs with middle pair. This leads to flaming people who hit their straights with 56 offsuit, or bitching to your poor wife about what a donkey that guy was for cracking your Jacks his Queens (yes, I know how ridiculous that sounds). You are not 'just fine'. You are a "drunk donkey", or a "Dronkey". "Dronk" for short.

My name is Bloody P, and I'm a Dronk.

It's a hole I've got to fix, and fast. My bankroll is never going to get to where I want it to be if I keep this up.

So, I'd like to raise my glass and propose a toast to changing my Dronkey status.

Right after this beer.

Winning a Seat to Win a Seat

I played a freeroll to win a seat to win a seat in the Titan Poker $100 Million qualifier.

600+ people entered. I won a seat to win a seat this Sunday.

Wish me luck.

Who Is The Real Poker Champ?

I'm not Poker Champ. I was skeptical about the whole "Poker Champ" persona at first, but must admit, I ended up buying it hook, line, and sinker.

There are some theories about who he really is. I'm convinced that it's Iggy. He's already developed this persona of poker-pro-dwarf (which no one seems to confirm nor deny). There is also this tidbit from Poker Champs last post:

"I got some emails from players that have been where I've been and I got a special email from one of my favorite bloggers Iggy from Guinness and Poker asking me to play in the blogger tourney for the world series."

I looked all over Champ's blog and profile for an email address, and there was none to be found. And there's never been a mention of an email address anywhere on his blog. Iggy is also the one that "invited" (via email) the Champ to play, and was the first to annouce that he had a "final" post.

All of this is highly suspicious in my book.

It's either him or Daddy.

I don't really care who Poker Champ is, but I have to echo Waffles feelings that I'm going to miss the poor bastard.

R.I.P.

In Case You Haven't Heard

I am Poker Champ. LOL!

Drizz's April Fool's Idea

I had family in town, so I didn't get a chance to write this weekend.

I am a little disappointed that no one decided to parody Poker Champ, though (unless I missed a post).

Everything else I read, however, was HEE-LARIOUS.