The Whale of Ignorance
Wednesday, January 28, 2004
My poker hiatus ended tonight. I am allowing myself to go to the casino each time I hand something in to my advisor, which I did today.
Lost $120 playing 3/6, which I can't afford to do on a regular basis. My second losing trip out of 7 so far, but it puts me at a total of -$100 for the seven trips, which isn't bad, but I should be doing better.
Three genuine bad beats for about $50, two coin flips for another $40 and about $30 of bad play on two hands where I should have laid down. I only really invested (i.e. bet post-flop) in seven hands out of around 100, so a couple of bad beats really hurt me.
Two of the bad beats were against the same guy. Board showed Kc-3d-2s. I held A-3 and bet, everybody folded but him. Kh came on turn, He bet again, I called, thinking he had trash (I should have raised at this point - I wasn't certain he had trash - if he called my raise here I would have folded if he bet out on the river because it would mean he had probably had my 3's beat, and he would have folded if he were playing junk). 8 came on the river. He bet, and I called. He had 8s-6s. He did have junk, but made 8's on the river.
Then I had $6 left with j-t, and board showed 10-8-2, I bet, two called, he raised, so I went all in. Turned out he had 8-2. He was playing 8-2 and he wasn't even in with a blind!
Anyhow, that's how it goes.
But the hand that really got my goat wasn't really a bad beat:
The small blind left the table, which meant that me and the guy to my left were both in for big blinds. Everybody folded, but I figured I couldn't fold (contrary to the strange etiquette where the little blind is supposed to fold if nobody calls the big) since we had two bigs at the table, so we both checked. Anyhow, flop comes 2-5-6, and I'm holding A-6. The table's telling me to check to the end (which I think is supposed to be the follow-up etiquette), so I check, and the other guy checks too. Then 8 comes, and the guy to my left bets 6, and says, "Aw, come'on gimme some action." So I call him. Another 6 comes on the river, giving me the set. I check, he bets, and I raise. Of course, he has the 7-9, which maybe serves me for check-raising there, but whatever. I hadn't noticed the straight possibility, which I blame on the table telling me to check.
I didn't play the hand well - the pot was too small to call with 6's on fourth street - but I feel I was suckered into it by the stupid-ass etiquette coupled with the "aw, come-on, let's play" - without the etiquette I would have raised him before the flop and taken his blind.
Just needed to get that off my chest.
¶ 12:46 AM 0 comments
Lost $120 playing 3/6, which I can't afford to do on a regular basis. My second losing trip out of 7 so far, but it puts me at a total of -$100 for the seven trips, which isn't bad, but I should be doing better.
Three genuine bad beats for about $50, two coin flips for another $40 and about $30 of bad play on two hands where I should have laid down. I only really invested (i.e. bet post-flop) in seven hands out of around 100, so a couple of bad beats really hurt me.
Two of the bad beats were against the same guy. Board showed Kc-3d-2s. I held A-3 and bet, everybody folded but him. Kh came on turn, He bet again, I called, thinking he had trash (I should have raised at this point - I wasn't certain he had trash - if he called my raise here I would have folded if he bet out on the river because it would mean he had probably had my 3's beat, and he would have folded if he were playing junk). 8 came on the river. He bet, and I called. He had 8s-6s. He did have junk, but made 8's on the river.
Then I had $6 left with j-t, and board showed 10-8-2, I bet, two called, he raised, so I went all in. Turned out he had 8-2. He was playing 8-2 and he wasn't even in with a blind!
Anyhow, that's how it goes.
But the hand that really got my goat wasn't really a bad beat:
The small blind left the table, which meant that me and the guy to my left were both in for big blinds. Everybody folded, but I figured I couldn't fold (contrary to the strange etiquette where the little blind is supposed to fold if nobody calls the big) since we had two bigs at the table, so we both checked. Anyhow, flop comes 2-5-6, and I'm holding A-6. The table's telling me to check to the end (which I think is supposed to be the follow-up etiquette), so I check, and the other guy checks too. Then 8 comes, and the guy to my left bets 6, and says, "Aw, come'on gimme some action." So I call him. Another 6 comes on the river, giving me the set. I check, he bets, and I raise. Of course, he has the 7-9, which maybe serves me for check-raising there, but whatever. I hadn't noticed the straight possibility, which I blame on the table telling me to check.
I didn't play the hand well - the pot was too small to call with 6's on fourth street - but I feel I was suckered into it by the stupid-ass etiquette coupled with the "aw, come-on, let's play" - without the etiquette I would have raised him before the flop and taken his blind.
Just needed to get that off my chest.
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Monday, January 26, 2004
My ear hurts.
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My ear hurts.
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Saturday, January 24, 2004
Now that my colleagues have re-coopted this blog title, I've thought about changing the title of my blog to "Save it for your blog". as in, "yes, I'm sure you think that's interesting, but I really don't want to hear about it." So, I've staked out that address at blogspot, just in case.
I'm somewhat surprised that a search for the phrase "Jake Delhomme is gay" returns no hits on Google after seeing his interview after the NFC Championship game. I think it would be quite entertaining if he won the Super Bowl MVP and chose to come out of the closet during his acceptance speech, if he is in fact gay, a proposition that I find plausible. This ranks slightly below my fantasy of having a Super Bowl MVP crediting his success to his firm belief that there is no God.
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I'm somewhat surprised that a search for the phrase "Jake Delhomme is gay" returns no hits on Google after seeing his interview after the NFC Championship game. I think it would be quite entertaining if he won the Super Bowl MVP and chose to come out of the closet during his acceptance speech, if he is in fact gay, a proposition that I find plausible. This ranks slightly below my fantasy of having a Super Bowl MVP crediting his success to his firm belief that there is no God.
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Thursday, January 01, 2004
Vacation has been relatively unenventful. Went to Foxwoods and played poker at a casino for the first time - was somewhat unlucky in that I got outdrawn on consecutive hands when I was dealt pocket aces and pocket kings. That put me about $60 in the hole, but I won back $40 of that before I had to leave for lunch with my dad.
While eating Godiva chocolates with Wilson and Amy and analyzing their nutritional profile, I recalled a theory of mine that I've inexplicably given up, viz. eating an ice cream sandwich in place of the usual breakfast. I can't find the nutritional facts at the moment, but I seem to remember that one of those generic ice cream sandwiches has about the same number of calories etc. as a bowl of cereal with milk, and it really brightens one's day.
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While eating Godiva chocolates with Wilson and Amy and analyzing their nutritional profile, I recalled a theory of mine that I've inexplicably given up, viz. eating an ice cream sandwich in place of the usual breakfast. I can't find the nutritional facts at the moment, but I seem to remember that one of those generic ice cream sandwiches has about the same number of calories etc. as a bowl of cereal with milk, and it really brightens one's day.
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