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Poker Update

post from Poker Blog - NH GG FU on 11 May 2008 09:52:43 PM. © Poker Blog - NH GG FU

Not updated this in a while.. where to start? hmm..Live:I played a £50 rebuy the other night (invited thru a poker forum I visit sometimes) - I fancied it cos I am playing GUKPT Newcastle this week (£1080 Buyin) and it was a good opportunity to get some live practice..30 runners (I recognised most of [...]

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Fascinating Interviews with The Three EPL
Managers

post from CC on 11 May 2008 05:10:00 PM. © CC

Terrific set of interviews by BBC with the managers of the two dropped clubs (Reading and Birmingham), as well the new London hero, Fulham's Roy Hodgson. Such a different view into sport than here in America.

Reading's Steve Coppell

Birmingham's Alex McLeish

Fulham's Roy Hodgson

Great interview also with game winner Danny Murphy, formerly with Liverpool. He's very candid about his own personal struggle watching Liverpool do so well while he languished at Fulham.

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HorseRacing: 12 - 1 + 1 still equals 12 in The
Preakness

post from Buzz on Gambling, Online & Casino on 11 May 2008 03:41:26 PM. © Buzz on Gambling, Online & Casino

Derby Trial winner Macho Again is in for Saturday’s 134th Preakness Stakes at Pimlico Race Course in Baltimore.I predicted that Recapturetheglory was not talented enough to take on the Preakness, and it proved correct. Although, the connections statedbig brown, buzz b berkeley, horseracing, Horseracing Handicapping, horse race betting, internet gambling, kentucky derby, My POV, Online [...]

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Times they are a chang'n.....

post from Triangle Poker Journal Blog on 11 May 2008 03:35:00 PM. © Triangle Poker Journal Blog

Doyle Brunson once said that the best judge of the economy is a poker room. If you look around the local games, I'd have to agree. Of course I would say there's two main factors involved for the games drying up around here, one is the economy. When things get a little tight and the wife starts complaining about not having enough money for her shopping, its the husband's fun money first to be sacrificed. The second is the types of games that everyone wants to play. With the poker boom of the past few years and with high stakes games being broadcast on a regular basis that has trickled down to the home games in some respects. People want bigger pots, more action so naturally the game has to change and the introduction of Omaha comes to the forefront. Its not a stretch to say that the majority of players playing Omaha and O8 really are bad players. They were bad at hold'em and are even worse at Omaha but in their mind they think they have a better chance to win bc they have more cards. They fail to realize that everyone has more cards too...lol. Another aspect that they always forget is that Omaha is an extremely high variance game that takes far more money/bankroll to support. Used to, a $200 buy in in HE would last for a night with only a couple of rebuys maybe but most people can't make that last two hours in a Omaha game. So for some strange reason players will buy in for more upfront not realizing that they will lose more money at the same rate with a smaller buy in. Second nut is second nut and you're going broke with it every time just about. I've said it before and I'm really starting to see more and more of it coming true, I really think that dealer's choice games are going to make a strong come back along with more tournaments replacing the local cash games. Of course the problem with that is the house will not be able to make money hand over fist every night a game is held. It will be interesting to see what happens over the summer with gas prices going higher and higher, vacations, longer days, and just plain ol' burnout of playing poker so much. The games are going to only get tougher with more and more sharks circling the softer games. The last time I went to one of the games here in Greenville I noticed that even though there were a lot of players there, the majority of them were not action players but tightwads waiting around for monster starters and there were only a handful of fish compared to what used to be there in the past. On Friday night's were I play, an interesting change is taking place with the introduction of Badugi and double draw low ball which allows for a lot of action with just about everyone there chasing really horrible draws just to be part of the game and we're having some really sick action bc of it.

Also online I've noticed a huge influence into the limit games and especially Razz where I'm still trying to concentrate on. The Full Tilt Online Championship is going on right now and is running strong last time I checked. I'm really looking forward to Thursday night's Razz championship bc last time I really donked it off at the end when I was playing asleep and made a massive misread. Hope to be smarter and more focused this time and make the final table or I'll be greatly disappointed.

Well, good luck to everyone out there end hopefully come this fall games will be running strong again around town. I sure hope so....

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Final Table Bust

post from Do or Die Poker on 11 May 2008 02:07:51 PM. © Do or Die Poker

I made the Final Table again last night. I hung in with a field of 426 players until my AKos got busted by A4os. Disappointing but that’s how it goes sometimes. There were only four entries...

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Mother's Day

post from The Obituarium on 11 May 2008 12:52:00 PM. © The Obituarium

They stood together mostly, crowded shoulder-to-shoulder in groups, bearing each other up like pillars or sitting under umbrellas against the May sunshine, the heat radiating off the manicured grass and the colorful flowers contrasted with their somber faces. I saw them off to my right, a slap in the midst of a daydream and my indistinct afternoon shuffled off stage left and behind it was that familiar hole, gaping and irretrievable, that comes when I never expect it and stays past its welcome.

The lawn was a sloping green and red seemed the order of the day, roses, Tiger on Sunday. Mother's Day and families bent to honor their matriarchs, passed from this world into the next and even as I drove by, just a flash, persistence of vision, I could see the sadness in their bodies, the heaving shoulders and bowed heads, their arms around one another as they stood or the somber way they walked as if they weren't quite sure where to go. The blooms in the air went rank.

I kept my eyes on the rear-view as I idled out of sight and I wanted to go for a long drive to no place in particular, indistinct again, maybe the mountains, green falling away amidst the ribbon of asphalt and one involuntary jerk of the wheel. Just as much, I wanted to turn around and watch them, because I felt what they felt, had taken their anguish as my own, smelled it coming off me in waves like an abandoned house, weeded and mildewed and dreams that withered. Tell me how you cope, I wanted to ask. Do they answer you? When they're gone and the one person you need the most falls silent, when you stand beside their grave on the impossibly green slope, hoarding against the desert heat, the illusion of life, color against the hardscrabble rocks and black plants of the foothills, and you turn to them still, begging for the circle to close.

I called her for a different reason. Not a conscious decision, like it used to be, my reasons indistinct. To hear her voice, to poke at her with despairing needles, breathless excitement, mundane information and ennui, passing the time. Somewhere in the midst, I told her things I'd not told anyone recently, that black mood like noxious gas and the tears marched to their posts and choked my throat and I kept them there with every straining muscle I could gather, just out of reach, though she knew anyway, knows me well enough, the echoes of gouging emptiness.

The sun was falling behind the mountains, making the light hazy and thick, as we talked like actors in a play where I ad-libbed trying to find the right note and she repeated those things she always does, but with an unfamiliar warmth I'd forgotten. We ran out of original things to say and my thoughts were like the light, too heavy to lift, but the words fell like soft rain on my shoulders, a comforting rhythm like a baby breathing in time with its mother's heartbeat.

I ate up road a little faster then and rolled down the windows. The air held a trace of spring. My mind raced off elsewhere, to the other, to the end, and how many times in my life I've had to start over, the beginning, from scratch, on your mark and how once, just once, I'd like to break the tape at the finish.http://www.text-link-ads.com/xml_blogger.php?inventory_key=UFNK7F8ROC6KWVUXNIVZ&feed=1

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Mother's Day (Revision)

post from The Obituarium on 11 May 2008 12:52:00 PM. © The Obituarium

They stood together mostly, crowded shoulder-to-shoulder in packs, bearing each other up like pillars or sitting under umbrellas against the May sunshine, the heat radiating off the manicured grass and the colorful flowers contrasted with their somber faces. I saw them off to my right, a slap in the midst of a daydream and my indistinct afternoon shuffled off stage left and behind it was that familiar hole, gaping and irretrievable, that comes when I never expect it and stays past its welcome.

The lawn was a sloping green and red seemed the order of the day, roses pinned in lapels, Tiger on Sunday. Mother's Day. Generations bent to honor their matriarchs, passed from this world into the next and even as I drove by, just a flash, persistence of vision, I could see the sadness in their bodies, the heaving shoulders and bowed heads, their arms around one another as they stood or the bleak way they walked as if they weren't quite sure where to go. The blooms in the air went rank.

I kept my eyes on the rear-view as I idled out of sight and I wanted to go for a long, aimless drive, maybe the mountains, oceans of trees falling away amidst the ribbon of asphalt and one involuntary jerk of the wheel. Just as much, I wanted to turn around and watch them, because I felt what they felt, had taken their anguish as my own, smelled it coming off me in waves like an abandoned house, weeded and mildewed and dreams that withered. Tell me how you cope, I wanted to ask. Do they answer you? When they're gone and the one person you need the most falls silent, when you stand beside their grave on the impossibly green slope, hoarding against the desert heat, the illusion of life, color against the hardscrabble rocks and black plants of the foothills, and you turn to them still, begging for the circle to close.

I called her for a different reason. Not a conscious decision, like it used to be, my grounds, as my life, indistinct. To hear her voice, to poke at her with despairing needles, breathless excitement, mundane information and ennui, passing the time. Somewhere in the midst, I told her things I'd not told anyone recently, that black mood like noxious gas and the tears marched to their posts and choked my throat and I kept them there with every straining muscle I could gather, just out of reach, though she knew anyway, knows me well enough, the echoes of gouging emptiness.

The sun was falling behind the mountains, making the light hazy and thick, as we talked like actors in a play where I ad-libbed trying to find the right note and she repeated those rote phrases she always does, but with an unfamiliar warmth I'd forgotten. We ran out of original thoughts, mine like the light, too heavy to lift, but the words fell like a soft rain on my shoulders, a comforting rhythm, a baby breathing in time with its mother's heartbeat.

I ate up road a little faster then and rolled down the windows. The air held a trace of spring. My mind raced off elsewhere, to another bitter ending, scorched earth and death becomes renewal, and how many times in my life I've had to start over unfulfilled. From the beginning, from scratch, on your mark, get set and go. As I sped into the faltering sun, I wondered what it would be like to finally win.http://www.text-link-ads.com/xml_blogger.php?inventory_key=UFNK7F8ROC6KWVUXNIVZ&feed=1

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Murphy Delivers!

First, a happy Mother's Day to all the mom's out there. We headed for brunch after church this morning. I got our name on the list at one of her favorite places, an hour wait that was fine for us as she and the boys were still at church (I grabbed coffee and a couple books as a gift for my wife after the first service while she volunteered in the nursery). She's celebrating her big day with a nap now.

I rushed to the computer when we got home to see if Fulham had gotten their victory at Pompey. With Birmingham and Reading both grabbing four goals, the pressure was surely on the Cottagers as they headed well into the 2nd half scoreless. Then Danny Murphy headed a long free kick into the netting, Kasey Keller parried shot after shot as the Fulham defense weathered an onslaught of balls, and with three blows of the whistle, Fulham survived!

btw, break up the Pirates, please...

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-mmmadd- Wins FTOPS Pot-Limit Omaha Event #6 and
$68k.

post from Online Poker News about Poker Players | Poker Forums and News Blog on 11 May 2008 05:05:24 AM. © Online Poker News about Poker Players | Poker Forums and News Blog

Scott Fischman, Nordberg, and SamENole Make Deep Runs.FTOPS VIII Event #6 is in the books tonight. The $500+$35 PLO event drew 637 people and an impressive prizepool of $318,500. 84 places would end up being paid out in all, and some very threatening online poker players made some VERY deep ...

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-Jornx- Wins $109 Rebuy For FTOPS Event #7 Title.

post from Online Poker News about Poker Players | Poker Forums and News Blog on 11 May 2008 05:05:24 AM. © Online Poker News about Poker Players | Poker Forums and News Blog

$102k Payday For Jornx; Erick Lindgren Goes Deep.The 7th event of this season?s FTOPS has been run and won. The event provided great value for the players with over 550k in the prize pool for only a $109 buy-in. The rebuy + add-on event initially had a guaranteed prize pool ...

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