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As I spent the last

post from Big Slick Nuts! on 22 May 2006 06:10:00 PM. © Big Slick Nuts!

As I spent the last few days once again catching up on the blogosphere through bloglines, I was horrified to read about this. Fortunately, I haven?t had an issue with this mostly because I?m pretty careful about posting identifying stuff. Although, when I lived where I used to live there were a lot of people that might have been able to make an educated guess since it was such a small town. Now that I live with about a million other people, not so much.

Then, I sent BuccaneerMike an e-mail? from the bigslicknut yahoo account.

Ooops!

No indication he received it. Hoping he just saw the e-mail address and deleted it thinking it was porn or Viagra spam, without opening it.

Then, I wake up this morning and Mrs. Big tells me, ?Your daughter has decided she wants a website.?

So, I spent the day thinking about it and figured, ok, I can set up a blog for her that doesn?t have e-mail links and I can have the comments sent to my e-mail for moderation before posting. Security is controllable. She knows not to post identifying information, like where she goes to school or where she lives.

So, we started setting it up. We got to the part of the profile that asked for a display name. I explained, ?You don?t want to use your real name because the bad people will pretend to know you. For instance I use ?BSN? as my online name.?

?For BigSlickNuts??

WTF???!!!????!!!!

?Well, you use it everywhere and I see it on the computer screen all the time!?

Grrr?. So much for anonymity. And, yeah, a little embarrassing for my daughter to know I call myself BigSlickNuts.

Anyway, like I said, she can?t get e-mail from the blog and I?m moderating comments, so if you?re a pervert then don?t even bother. Consider her website to be the cyber-equivalent of an airport security check-point: If you even joke about it, you will be cavity-searched with the shotgun residing 5 feet from my desk. Then, you?ll be reported to the police.

Everyone else, here?s Butterfly.

PS: If you have any suggestions to further secure communications without cutting her off completely from her friends being able to leave comments, please let me know.

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I want...

post from Big Slick Nuts! on 22 May 2006 02:09:00 PM. © Big Slick Nuts!

... to find the person that wrote this and choke them with a snot-rag.

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Random On-Topic and Off-Topic Thoughts

post from FeliciaLee on 22 May 2006 12:06:00 PM. © FeliciaLee

I'm really good at the potpourri stuff, so this might end up as a disjointed, rambling post.

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One of my pet peeves online (and I guess in RL, but I don't think I've ever heard anyone do this in RL), is when a person refers to themselves as their nickname, and their family with sub-nicknames.

Like if I say I'm "Studdy," and I refer to myself as "Studdy" in my journal. I refer to my husband as "Mr. Studdy" or "SO Studdy" ("Better half Studdy" you get the picture). I refer to my kid as "Little Studdy," "Baby Studdy," "Tiny Studdy."

I wonder if people realize how retarded they sound. WTF is wrong with using your real name, for god's sake, and the name of the people around you? Glenn is Glenn, not one of a million stupid, moronic, idiotic nicknames that I can come up with.

Unless someone is being stalked on the Internet, feels seriously threatened for his life or is worried about his job, I don't think saying, "My name is David, my wife is Alice" is a really big issue. Paranoid people are rampant online. Deleted posts, changed names, worrying that your "family" will stumble upon your site...

While there are some legitimate reasons for maintaining anonymity, I feel most of the world should just be themselves online. All of this posturing is done just to make them feel important because they lack self esteem. Yes, this is only MY opinion. Yes, I truly believe this. Grow some balls, then we can talk.

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I used to tell poker players that in limit, you can't force a win. Anyone claiming to win 90, 80, 75% of their sessions were either very new, or liars.

Today things have changed somewhat. Given enough time at the tables, you really can win a larger percentage of sessions. The variance swings around so greatly during an individual session. If I had Glenn do a graph of winning, limit sessions over the past five years, I'd bet my house that his session winrate has increased.

Obviously this is live poker I'm talking about, since one rarely stays at the same table, same game for hours online.

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I have a challenge for all of the whiners out there. If you are always bellyaching and crying about your "bad beats," I challenge you to write up five "good beat" stories for every bad beat you tell. I'm not talking about when you GIVE someone a bad beat, I'm talking about when you were a significant favorite at the beginning of the hand, and you won the pot.

I think it is odd and warped that so many players remember every bad beat they've ever taken for years, yet can usually not list the hands they won, which should far outweigh the supposed "bad beats." Somehow the pots they won fade in their minds and become insignificant, while the beats they take sear their brains into eternity.

If you can turn this around, I think you will benefit from it both mentally and economically. Don't believe me? Go to the blog of a world class player. What DON'T you see? You don't see a lot of bellyaching about so-called bad beats. You might see him talk about a beat he took, but it is written in order to flesh out the story, or to balance the account of what happened in a session. You will also see that number or lots more of good pots won, or stories about winning tournaments with no real premium hands, or without going all-in once.

That is the difference between a world-class player and whining, mostly losing bloggers. A "bad beat" complaint is usually an indicator of bad play.

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Ray Zee was commenting on some of the O8 posts on 2+2 today. He stays pretty in-touch with 2+2 as a whole, for someone who retired and moved to Montana to get away :)

He is always willing to help people out, and I think that makes the forum that much better.

One point he brought up once again was adjusting. Today's players just don't seem to want to adjust to their surroundings. They want to read a book and receive the magic pill. They want to play the same way, no matter the circumstances, all the time. They do not adjust to the individual game, their table, their image or the times we live in. They think they should be able to read Ray's book, and then just play by some certain rote way which will always maximize their EV.

This is real life, guys.

I'm not sure if they lack of adjustment is because of the boom of poker, or the boom of Internet poker. Switching on a dime seems simply impossible for most players.

I can empathize. I absolutely cannot switch up my tourney game, no matter what. I can switch it up some in low buy-in events, or if my table is folding too much to my image, but I can't seem to play any differently whatsoever in a high buy-in event, no matter the way I got in (paid cash, satellite or freeroll), no matter the game (Razz, Stud, Stud 8, Omaha 8, NLHE), no matter the structure or starting chips. I'm like a deer frozen in headlights. I just won't budge.

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So there you have it. Just some interlude while I work on my Omaha series.

Now it's back to the storm...

Felicia :)

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Nondirectional

post from BadBlood on Poker on 22 May 2006 11:43:00 AM. © BadBlood on Poker

Uber-rambling, commence!

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Friday night was a rare night.  The in-laws stepped up to the plate and took the kids overnight so that the Mrs. and I could spend an evening alone.  It was, after all, her birthday.  I repeated my performance of last year by going solo on a ?grande? size margarita at a downtown Mexican place.  I continued with my drinking efforts at the Thai food place down the street.  Yes, that?s right, I mixed cultures.  Mexican appetizers and Thai cuisine for dinner.  My gastrointestinal systems says, ?Hey, thanks.?

And such a night marked the first night in a while that I played zero poker.  And you know what?  When I woke up on Saturday morning sans-kids, poker hadn?t collapsed.  My bankroll didn?t even fluctuate.  Everything was right where I left it.  Shocking, I know.

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What did the Mrs. get for her birthday?  I nice little iPod Nano.  For her, it?s all about the packaging and Apple does know how to package.  Score one for me on the good gift list.  Meanwhile, my 3rd generation clunker still works in all its monotone glory.

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Recent musical recommendations:

The Absence ? From Your Grave
Manntis ? Sleep In Your Grave

See anything similar?  No?  Me either.  Except that they both ROCK!!!1!!!! \m/ and all that.

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Saturday was nice weather, so the mini?s and neighborhood kids played sprinkler basketball.  That?s regular basketball, but with a sprinkler cooling everyone off on the court of play, in this case, our driveway.

When a neighbor came by with a plastic cup full of his favorite beverage, I decided to join him in some afternoon imbibing festivities.  Down here in South Cackalacky, it only takes two people on a porch to have an official party.

And damn that Otis for introducing me to a dirty Grey Goose martini.  I extinguished my entire supply of vodka on Saturday.  Off to Total Wine for some more.

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As I continued to watch my bankroll shrink this weekend, a friend (who can out himself if he wishes) told me about crushing the 3/6NL game on Stars for a healthy amount.  Meanwhile, me and my donk self, had been considering dropping down from the 1/2NL game because there?s too much sand in my crotch.

Buoyed by a friend?s success, I sacked up and multitabled the 1/2 game for a really nice win late on Saturday.  Nearly tripling up on two different tables is a nice boost.  I really should be ashamed for considering moving back down.  It?s not like I didn?t have the roll for the current level, just the wrong attitude.

Each time my roll drops and I get all pansy-assed about it, I fail to realize that I?ve managed to overcome the dips and valleys each and every time only to come out of it on the other side with all time highs.

I should really have some more self-confidence.  But it?s a fine line between having too much and not enough.  My conservative self would rather err on the other side.

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While the cash game is going moderately well, my tourney game is in the shitter.  Either that or PokerStars is simply making me lose on purpose.  Probably the former.  When I logged on to play in the Gemini Gemini tournament tournament, I realized my mind simply wasn?t up to the task.

In a cash game, you can take a chance with a moderate holding.  The blinds don?t grow and your stack is one click away from being replenished.  Not so in a tournament.  Obviously.

I donked off my stack to the Drizzler and then got rivered by the Spaceman in the span of about 5 minutes.  Just horrible play on my part.  I really should have just gone to bed instead of embarrassing myself like that.

My tourney game has degenerated so much that I really should consider re-reading some Harrington because I?m so incredibly bad right now.

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And so it goes on this Monday.  Back to work, back to monotony, back to?.zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

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Incredible Shrinking Weekends

post from Sound of a Suckout on 22 May 2006 10:54:00 AM. © Sound of a Suckout

I swear that the weekend is somehow contracting and getting shorter and shorter over time. Or Monday is breeding and spreading its soul-crushing, open-mouth-breathing ilk all over the place.

Managed to get back into the poker grind yesterday, playing with some of my favorite B2B crazy Euros. A bit of a letdown at first to be back grinding at the LHE tables, instead of playing for a Main Event seat, but that sort of thinking faded pretty quickly. As the wise Popeye once said, I yam what I yam, and that's a boring, yawn-inducing LHE grinder.

The weekend world of sports was fairly disappointing, with the LeBrons succumbing to the Pistons, the Mavs reverting to the choking Mavs of old, and Barbaro absolutely wrecking himself in pretty horrifying fashion. My Sporky fantasy league baseball team is showing signs of life, though, after a slow, slow start.

Very little of enormous import going on in ScurvyWorld of late. I managed to knock out assorted chores this weekend, including getting the refractory mixed and poured for my wee foundry, which should be up and running in a few weeks, once it's fully cured and ready for operation. I need to buckle down and get started with some tiling projects in the kitchen and bathrooms, as that's pretty much the last of the big improvements planned for the house.

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Poker Pouri

post from High on Poker on 22 May 2006 09:50:00 AM. © High on Poker

There is nothing better than spending a lazy Sunday slinging cards and chips in the comfort of your own apartment.

Yesterday, wifey Kim was on Long Island at a baby shower, so I took it upon myself to utilize this opportunity for a home game. A Sunday afternoon game isn't the most common format, but it definitely has its advantages. For one, it is done relatively early (I threw everyone out at 8pm), so I could have the night to unwind with wifey Kim. Also, it makes Sunday feel a lot less like, well, Sunday. It helps when you win some money too.

The original plan was to have a $60 tournament at a game that consisted mostly of bloggers. Too ensure that we'd have a sufficient amount of people, I decided to send out a wife player net, asking a variety of my old home game crew, NYC bloggers, and some interested parties to join the fray. Sunday afternoon being what it is, the group wasn't as blogger-heavy as I expected, but I can't complain one bit. Lately, it had been a chore to get the troops in line to play, so I thought I needed a blogger-heavy turnout to make it work. Little did I know that the home game crew would turn out in spades.

The game started out with 9 players: me, F-Train, Dawn from I Had Outs, Dave Roose, Robbie Hole, Scotty, Peter, Matty Ebs, and bro-in-law Marc. There is a wide range of players there, from the serious F-Train to the fun-time-guy combination of Scotty and Pete. Scotty, always generous, catered the event, ordering a platter of Subway sandwiches that didn't go to waste. A HUGE thanks to Scotty, who is always a class act.

I had a couple of cancellations, including Mikey Aps, Platinum, and Law School Dan (with Law School Craig), but we had enough other players to make it work. Platinum and D-Root would stop by later for a cash game. The players who were present were largely part of the ole Hole Home Game, where they play $15 turbo tourneys, so, to accomodate what players we had, the buy-in was dropped from $60 to 40.

The game started off pretty loose, and remained that way for the entirety of the tournament. I think I saw Dawn's eyes light up when I sat back down at the table after setting everything up while the first few hands played out. If I wasn't mistaken, those eyes said, "WTF did I miss and where did all this action come from?" I'm sure it was also the look of a shark eying its prey.

I wish I can say that I played well in the tournament. I didn't though. I folded repeatedly, and then crippled myself against F-Train when I held TT. I believe that I was in the BB, or maybe UTG and I limped. He was on the button and raised. I called. The flop was KQ3, and I check-raised, sensing weakness. He must have sensed the same thing, because he re-raised me all-in quickly and confidently. I folded. He showed his A3, for bottom pair. We rabbit-hunted, and I would've run.

I then pushed my short stack with QJ on the button, only to be called by Petey who had KK in the SB. Hence, my early exisst. The final three were F-Train (3rd), Dawn (2nd), and Petey (1st). If you've read about Petey before, you know that he isn't the best of players. In fact, he is easily the least experienced, and, I must admit...sorry Petey, the worst player of the group. But he was hitting cards, and he DID play well. So congrats Petey.

After the tourney, we decided to play a .25/.50 NL cash game, with a $40 max buy-in. I lost my first $40 against Petey. I held K2o on the button, so I limped with the passive preflop crowd. The flop was Kc3c3s. It was checked to Pete (CO) and he overbets $10. He was catching cards in general, and his overbets were getting common. I decided to put him to the test. I push all-in for another $18 more. It folds to Pete and he calls with Jc8c, a flush draw. As I dealt the turn, I yelled "fuck", expecting a club. I was wrong. When I dealt the river, I yelled "fuck" again, expecting a club. I was right. The Ace of Spades! I rebought.

Then something happened. I'm sure most of the table will attest that I was my usual joking self. I like to have fun at the table, so I was making my usual wiseass shtick. But as I was doing it, I slowly started chipping up. I don't even remember any specific hands. I know I busted Scotty with J8o when the flop was AJJ and he had an Ace. I doubled up off of Hole with my AQ vs his AK after the flop came down AQx. I always get action from Robbie Hole!

Somewhere in there, Petey and Scotty left, and D-Root and Platinum jumped in. I continued to chip up, and finally called the game end at 8pm (in fact, it ended at 7:45 after I busted Matty Ebs).

I ended the cash game with the most cash on the table, $170. With my $80 in buy-ins, that was a $90 profit in the cash game, and $50 profit overall, when considering the $40 tourney loss. Another successful live game in the books, and I started the day playing horribly.

As a result of the home game, I missed the WPBT event last night. Twas a shame, but a man can only poker so much, especially when the Sopranos and (gag) Desperate Housewives are on.

Thanks to all of the players that came out. I'm now looking even more forward to the SoxLover blogger home game this Friday. Should be fun! And don't forget DADI 6: Pot Limit Hold'em. It's one week from today, and VPP has offered some additional prizes besides the cash prize pool. Be there, or be elsewhere.

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Setting Them Up

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The photo to the right was my attempt to score over $20,000 by being dealt into the 5 billionth hand over the weekend at Poker Stars. I played 4 tables of $0.25/0.50 LHE for an hour and when the magical hand was dealt I was off by something like 23 hands. So much for finding the pot of gold. Fun promo, though, and made $22 to boot from play.

I had pretty good run of cards since my last post. I ended up $148 at $2/4 LHE (935 hands) and up another $65 at $3/6 LHE (67 hands). I also placed 25th in the Online Poker Blogger Freeroll tournament (which I had been placing ads for every post) at Absolute for another $30. I'll have to admit that if I hear "Hammer' (72o) again in a NLHE tournament, I may vomit. It was a cute thing at first, but the fascination is worn off. At least for me, LOL.

I spent most of the time at Paradise and Interpoker, but also rolled some action at Full Tilt into the mix. They sent me a post card recently offering me $100 to play 300 raked hand points by June 23, so it's hard to pass up a 3X bonus. In just 45 minutes of playing one table of $2/4 and one of $3/6 late Friday night, I nailed down 100 raked hands. The games at Full Tilt that I played in were very reminiscent of the Crypto games. On the tight side, but usually with one donator. We had one of those at the $3/6 tables I sat in on and as soon he left the table, the game broke up. I think the poor sap dropped about $200 in 45 minutes and was responsible for my entire $65 profit at $3/6 during my short sit there.

Setting Them Up

Here's a hand where I think slowplaying would give away too much information and likely too much profit.

The UTG player is an unknown and the Button is a decent player, but one who is known to cold call preflop raises with hands like KQo and AJo.

Two questions for you:

1. Would you have slowplayed the flop and not bet or bet (and why)?

2. Once raised, would you three-bet the flop or just call (and why)?

Paradise Poker

Limit Holdem Ring game

Limit: $2/$4

10 players

Pre-flop: (10 players) Michael is CO with [T? A?]

2 folds, UTG+2 calls, 3 folds, Michael raises, Button calls, 2 folds, UTG+2 calls.

Flop: [Q? 9? 8?] (7.5SB, 3 players)

UTG+2 checks, Michael bets, Button raises, UTG+2 folds, Michael ???

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Red Rock Poker Room...a review

Red Rock resort on the west side of the Vegas valley makes extensive use of native building materials. Red Rock Casino-Resort-Spa sits on 70 choice acres of land approximately 10 miles west of the Las Vegas strip at Charleston...

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