Bloggin' Ain't Easy
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Bloggin' sure ain't easy when you are running as poorly as I've been running lately. I have no excuses either. Most of the poor run has centered around poor play on my part and the inability to win a race. If it came down to winning a race to save my life, I would probably be dead right now.
I have no rants about other people calling me down with garbage and hitting their miracle cards to bust me. I took what I knew was a coin flip at best with 9-9 last night to bust me down to scraps and then turned around and called off the rest of my chips with 10-6 off-suit out of the big blind. That was some stellar play on my part right there. Unfortunately, it's pretty typical of this latest downswing.
I played a cash game last night and immediately doubled my buy-in after calling a pre-flop raise and re-re-raising all-in on a Q-high flop. The raiser had A-Q and I held K-K and amazingly enough, my Kings held up. Of course, about 2 orbits later, I get it all in pre-flop with K-K against J-J and he spikes his two-outer to take away any profits I might have realized.
It is difficult to come up with something that might be halfway entertaining at this point and it is certainly hard to even talk about poker at this point. I feel almost resigned to the fact that, when I do get my money in ahead, the miracle cards are coming for the other player nearly every single time. It is a piss poor place to be, but I have alot of other things going on right now that have helped take my mind off of the rut I'm in at the tables.
I plan on playing Al's Riverchasers event tonight and would love to make another final table, but even my own personal ATM just three or four short months ago has turned on me of late. I am still in 2nd place overall on the Riverchasers leaderboard, so I plan to play as many of their events as possible in hopes of regaining the top spot. Other than that, there won't be much poker in my immediate future as my heart is definitely not in it and that is a poor recipe for success.
Have a good weekend and until next time, I fold.
posted by GaryC @ 4:55 PM, ,
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
My vacation with my buddies in Kansas was ultra-cool, as usual. We partied hard, played pretty decent softball and drank the town out of Keystone Light. The time away goes by entirely too quick and it seems that every year, the time flies by faster than the year before. Not hardly fair, in my view.
The new trailer at the lake is in and we are working hard on getting it livable right now. We moved in all the extra furniture last weekend and spent the rest of the long weekend putting up beds, arranging furniture, putting in the blinds and just generally tidying the place up. We have a good bit left and we are headed back to the lake this weekend to finish it up. The electric is on, the water and sewer is done and we only have one more tree to cut down and haul off before we are good to go for visitors down there.
We did get a bit of bad news while we are on vacation in Kansas. The House of Kawasaki called and informed us that we would need to replace an engine in one of our jet-skis. The "good news" was that it was only $2,000 for the new engine, with the "bad news" being they would have to order it and it might take two weeks to get here. We have come up with and set aside the money and I am waiting patiently (okay, not so patiently) for them to finish, in hopes of picking them up this week and riding them for a while this weekend.
We had a great Memorial Day weekend down at the lake. Some friends invited us over to their camping site and they fried freshly caught catfish about 5 yards from the lake. It was outstanding. We also managed to drink every beer they had in camp, including the big blue cooler full that I had brought. I got to sample a bit of dark home-brew that my buddy's brother had made and although I am not much of a dark-brew drinker, it was ice cold and went down very smooth. There is something about fresh catfish and ice cold beer that I really, really like. Call me crazy, but if you have never had fresh catfish fried right beside the lake (and by fresh, I mean they caught the fish that morning) you don't know what you are missing.
I have been trying my best to get back in a groove at work and somehow, this year, I am having a hard time with that. Time away from work always makes me dream of being independently wealthy and not having to trek into the office every day for another heaping helping of bullshit. Oh well, since I am obviously not independently wealthy, I guess I will continue to make the sacrifice on a daily basis and try to earn my keep around the house. I would hate for my girls to decide I wasn't worthy, so I will keep at it.
Poker.......well, there is not much to say about poker right now. I continue to run bad, play bad and draw bad every single session, it seems. I continue to pick the poorest of times to get my money in and I continue to have no luck when I do happen to get it in ahead. Variance pwns me right now and I am continuing to struggle on an almost nightly basis.
I certainly haven't been playing as much lately, due to vacation and lake trips, etc. but even when I do sit down to play, it seeminly only takes one poorly played hand by me or one suck-out by an opponent and my gusto for the game is gone for the night. I have spent alot more time watching baseball than I have playing poker lately. It is not by choice, it is just that my heart and mind are in the wrong place to continue and I have found that by logging off, I am avoiding tilt pretty well and that is definitely what I need to do right now.
I will still be around, donking it up in the Mookie, MATH and Rivercahsers when I have the opportunity, but it will probably be less than the winter months for sure.
Have a good week and check raise a douchebag for me, (just not me!)
Until next time, I fold.
posted by GaryC @ 3:49 PM, ,
WSOP - Un-Bound
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
The WSOP 2007 draws near and alas, I will not be able to attend this year. As with every year previous, my family and work committments will keep me from attending the one event that I truly want to attend and participate in before my life is over.
I came within one single player last year from winning my way into a $1500 event and I am not sure what I would have done had I actually won. I would have probably found a way to make the trip and play in the tournament, but it would have proven a hardship for us, regardless of having the seat already paid for.
I plan on paying strict attention to all the fine bloggers and other folks that will be providing tremendous coverage all summer long.
I wish I could be there.
posted by GaryC @ 3:37 PM, ,
How Close Are My Softball Buddies And Me?
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
posted by GaryC @ 3:47 PM, ,
40 Is The New 30???
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
This recap might be long and will be oversaturated with phrases such as the following:
Ran out of gas.
Over the hill.
Past our prime.
Just to name a few.
My friends and I and all our families made our annual pilgrimage to the thriving metropolis that is Great Bend, Kansas for our annual softball vacation/reunion. This was my 14th year and what I believe was the 16th consecutive year for some of the players.
If you discount our middle infield, the average age is right around 41 now. The only thing that keeps it from staying at that ridiculous level is the fact that two sons of players are now manning shortstop and second base. That drops the average down to a more respectable 36. Still way up there in comparison to most teams we are playing against.
If you will remember last year about this time I typed up a recap of the magical weekend that saw our heroes take care of business and whip our adversaries in the finals to secure yet another championship for the Eazy Street franchise. This year, we appeared to be on the exact same course for 5 games. 5 wins, no losses and only one game that was even close. And then it happened......the wheels came off. We threw a rod. We started leaking oil.
There were numerous reasons for the collapse, but only one that holds any weight with me. We're just too freaking old to play that many games in two days. I know what you are saying, 6 games is too many??? Yes indeed, it was last weekend. We were so worn out by the championship game, it would have taken a complete miracle to win that game. We were flat, tired and hung over and it showed from the first at bat to the last.
Oh, we had our moments last weekend. In fact, for those first five games, we played just as well as we did last year when we won the whole thing. We looked like world-beaters in posting four run-rules in five games and averaging around 20 runs per game while doing it. It was just like the old days when the bottom of the lineup (which includes me) would start an inning off with three straight hits and then the rest of the lineup would continue the barrage. I think we scored more than 10 runs in an inning on three or four different occasions.
I haven't gotten the official statistics back yet, but I think I went 10 for 14 on the weekend, with three home runs. That .714 average would be my highest ever at this particular tournament and although one of the home runs came after we had reached our five-homer limit, we still count them in the overall statistics. Our ring-leader for the tournament came up to me during the second day of play and said he was tired of hearing all of the retirement talk that I am wont to bring up every year. His words were something to the effect of "You're playing better than you have in 5 or 6 years." And he's right, but the fact remains, it gets harder and harder every year and one need only look at our performance as a team in the finals to see that the age is starting to catch up with us.
Rest assured, I will play until I can't play anymore, just because of this group of guys. We have a fantastic time, no matter if it is at the bowling alley, the golf course, the softball field or just chillin' around the hotel with all the families in tow. It is by far the closest group I have ever been associated with and I look forward to even more years together, whether or not there is softball involved.
It was a succesful weekend, regardless of the outcome of the final softball game and I can tell you this, with each year that passes, those youngsters that beat us this weekend have to gain just a bit more respect for that team of old farts that continually challenges them for that particular title. If they don't gain that respect then they are just egotistical jackasses that don't know anything at all about softball. On second thought, they are just jackasses.
On a more positive note, we did finally get our new trailer moved in down at the lake. Last Monday, while I was working, my mother-in-law and some of our friends from down there were on hand as the movers finally were able to get a break in the weather and get the new trailer all set up. We will be down there this weekend, moving in furniture, setting up beds, etc. in an attempt to make it our home away from home.
On a less positive note, we got word from the Kawasaki place that one of our jet ski's requires a new engine. $2K that we weren't planning on spending, but, will have to come up with now in order to ride this summer. Oh well, if it isn't one thing, it is a couple hundred others, right?
I played in the MATH last night and actually did quite well, albeit with some extreme good luck on my side. I had built my stack up to over 4K with premium hands when I called an EP raise with 10-10 and flopped a boat. Unlucky Bayne had the A-A and I had cracked Aces for the first time in so long I can't remember. I then failed to credit Hoyazo with his set and called his push with TPTK (Big Slick) and rivered a straight to send him to the rail. It was well-played by him and a poor read by me, but the donkey somehow got rewarded for his poor play.
I don't really remember much of the rest of the tournament. I called TripJax's push with J-J and he had Q-Q and he doubled up. I also called a shorty's push with J-J and I held to get back near the top of the leaderboard. I must add here, that when we got down to two tables and the 6 biggest stacks in the tournament were all at my table, I knew something was definitely wrong. It was as if Full Tilt was balancing all the short stacks together and all the big stacks together. Weird and a bit unfair, I thought.
Anyway, I went down when my 10-10 ran into A-A. Not alot I could do, I raised early and with the blinds and antes rising, just about any raise pot-committed me. I made the points and went out somewhere in the high teens, I think. It was nice to be back and to hold the chip lead for a bit.
I have a ton of shit going on, as usual, this week and I might actually miss consecutive Mookie tournaments for the first time in a LONG time this Wednesday. We have to get a u-haul ready to haul furniture and stuff down to the lake this weekend and Wednesday night looks like it might be the night.
Overview of the Ocean's Thirteen Darfur Charity Tournament:These tournaments are special re-buy tournaments - the entire prize pool will be matched by PokerStars and donated to the Darfur relief efforts. At the conclusion of the event the prize pool, which will be temporarily awarded to the 1st place finisher, will be removed from the 1st place finisher's account. The amount will then be matched by PokerStars and sent forward to the Darfur charity. Thank you for participating — go re-buy crazy! — it's for a good cause. Good luck!
posted by GaryC @ 5:02 PM, ,
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Looking for a new place to play poker?
Try out this poker room.
See you on Monday.
posted by GaryC @ 4:01 PM, ,
Monday, May 14, 2007
.............stupendous, non-exciting things about me. Having been tagged by Jordan, Mookie and Chipper, I will play along. Thanks boys.
7. I am a father of two beautiful daughters who, thankfully, both look like their Mommas. Suffice it to say, had they been boys, they would have been much happier to look like their Momma's as well. I badly wanted boys when I was young enough to coach and teach them sports, like my Dad did with me, but as I have aged, girls are perfectly acceptable and I am extremely proud of both of my daughters.
6. I proudly sport a full-blown "business in the front---party in the back" mullet. I do live in Oklahoma, you know? I had a flat-top until I was in the 8th grade -- thanks Dad -- and since I have "grown up" and now pay my own way (for 21 years now) I do not cut my hair in the back very often. I guess it is probably a very late sign of rebellion. I also have a tattoo, that, if my Dad were alive, he would probably be very ashamed of and quite possibly try to remove by force.
5. If nothing else, I am fiercely loyal. My family and my friends are of utmost importance to me and I will stand up and fight, if need be, if I think we are in the right. If not, I might fight anyway.
4. I have been happily married to my "best friend" for almost 13 years now and envision the two of us together for the rest of our lives, no questions asked.
3. I am an only child, as is my wife, and very seldom need any company to achieve complete satisfaction. I like my friends and I like hanging out with my friends and family, but I am perfectly happy doing my own thing by myself, always have been.
2. Like others I have read, I was very athletic growing up. I lettered in Baseball, Basketball and Football all four years at my small town high school. I was never injured enough to miss any games and I have never broken any bones in my body.
1. I once weighed almost 300 pounds and that was only about 3 years ago. My wife got me started on the Atkins Diet and the pounds just fell off of me. I was almost maniacal during the diet, ingesting the least amount of carbs possible to get through the day. I lost a total of almost 75 pounds and, although I have gained back about 15 pounds, I feel so much better now on a daily basis that I am considering doing it again.
That's all you get from me and I need to send out a special "thanks bro" to my boy TripJax, who would have posted this for me, had my plans not come around. I am leaving on vacation Tuesday after work, so I hope everybody does well and has a great week while I am gone. I will be seriously challenging the world record for "beers consumed" in the coming days and trying to maintain the "no broken bones" thing while swinging for the fences.
Until next time, I sit out.
posted by GaryC @ 3:37 PM, ,
Vacation Starts Now
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Things continue to run bad, as if you didn't already know that.
I played the Mookie last night with 74 of my closest invisible internet buddies and, as usual, it was a rocking good time, at least for one hand. I was a whirlwind in the first three orbits, check-raising a King high flop early to take down a nice pot. Not much later, I coolered Golden_83 when his Q-Q were no match for my A-A. Suddenly, and very early on, I had a little over 3K in chips. Not two hands later, I look down at K-K and re-raise WWonka69's opening raise. He asks me if I'm being a bully and pushes. I make the call and he too has Q-Q. Of course, my run of outstanding races comes to an end at exactly one. He flops a Q and I am back to my starting stack. Drizz also mentions that he folded the other Queen, so it wasn't even a two-outer, but the ever-popular one-motherfucking-outer! THAT seems to be how I roll these days.
I donked around and folded for a while after that and inevitably run my A-K into Wonka's A-A and about three hands later IGHN.
Rather than having around 5K and being in great shape very early on in the tournament, I win one of two pots where I am a prohibitive(ie. 80-20 or BETTER) favorite and that is all she wrote. Coolered? Nah, I could have laid down the A-K and really, in most circumstances, I probably do lay it down in that spot, but earlier in the tourney, I folded A-K to Drizz's early raise and a caller before me. THAT time, I would have flopped three Kings.
I have to be honest with myself and with anybody who stops by here on any type of normal basis. I am on super-duper-mega-life-tilt right now. It does not matter what I am doing or where I am, nothing seems to be going my way right now and I am not handling it very well. The steam that is constantly coming out my ears and the super red face ought to give that away, but it seems that everybody else is just motoring along, doing their own thing and having a good time, while everything I touch just turns to complete shit.
It doesn't matter if it is poker or lake place or karaoke or work. Right now, no matter how good a mood I start out in, soemthing happens along the way to snap that mood off and leave me steaming yet again. As I am sitting here writing this today, I seem to be extremely calm. I can't explain why, other than I know I am leaving tonight for a long weekend and then again next Tuesday for 7 days off. I am quite sure that this break will do me good, I mean, right now how can it not do me a bit of good to get away from work, away from my lake situation and away from poker for a while?
I have made the executive decision to NOT take my laptop with me to Kansas this year. I normally take it with me and play at various times during the week when nothing else is going on, but this year, I am just going to hang out with my friends, drink a few beers and bask in the glory that is vacation. I'm gonna go bowling. I'm gonna play golf and I am gonna play softball. Oh, and I will once again lead the team in beers consumed over the weekend. That's a no-brainer, right there.
Yes sir, this space will be a bit vacant for a while, but don't worry about me, I will be back soon enough. I know that somehow throwing off the poker god's plans by taking away their whipping boy might be detrimental in the long run, but I hope to come back more focused and with a better attitude. It won't be hard, because right now, my attitude is pretty piss-poor. I understand that's my fault and I also understand that I am the only one that can fix that. Here's hoping 147 beers helps me fix that.
Good luck to everybody and until next time, I sit out.
I will leave you this to ponder as I head out on an incredible journey over the next ten days:
After reading Wil Wheaton's rant about parenting and then 23skiddoo's follow up to that, I felt compelled to add my 2 cents or whatever it works out to in Canada. Here goes nothing.
Let me start by saying that I am most assuredly NOT a candidate for any type of father of the year awards. I am a selfish old fart that very much prefers normalcy over spontaneity. The last semi-spontaneous thing I did was travel to Vegas last December and I still had that planned out a month in advance. That's spontaneous for me.
Raising kids is not an easy task these days, especially for someone as set in their ways as I am. I love my kids, I would take a bullet for my kids, but, I will also bust my kids' ass when they need it, no questions asked. When my kids were young and they were the ones on the floor throwing a fit at the Piggly Wiggly, I was the one scooping them up and swatting their backside and then giving them a hug to let them know I love them. These days, that will get you "citizen arrested" or at least a phone call from DHS. That, to me, is one of the telling things about our society these days. My Dad busted my ass many times while I was growing up and you know what? I turned out alright. In fact, I would venture a guess that all these kids shooting up schools and going on rampages have never had their ass busted for doing something wrong. I promise you, when my Dad busted your ass, you thought twice or three times before doing something of that nature again. Perhaps two thoughts is all it would have taken to stop some of these tragic incidents over the last few years.
Here's a true and humorous story about my oldest daughter, who will turn 18 this coming November. When she was 6, she came home from school one night and asked me "Dad, what's a time-out?" I explained that some of the parents of the kids in her class probably used this method of punishment to deter their kids from doing something they weren't supposed to do. She looked up at me over the kitchen table and said "kinda like when I get a whooping." I smiled and told her yes, exactly like that.
I haven't spanked my kids but maybe three times each in their young lives, but they have an understanding that it could still happen. My oldest is past that stage, but she knows I can take enough things away from her to make my point. My youngest is almost past that stage and has just started learning that there are consequences to all of her actions and that if she feels the need to act up, she will be paying those consequences when I find out about it.
Just last month, my wife got a call from the school and apparently my youngest daughter had "hacked up a loogie" on a boy while they were on the playground. Her story was that it was an accident, but the school went the other way and assigned her a "saturday class" which I guess is the equivalent of detention nowadays. Both of her teachers called, as well, and told us that Casey was hanging out with the wrong people and developing what they called a bad attitude. Well, when it came time for "the talk" and the punishment phase, my wife let me handle most of the punishment, because she felt like it was time to draw the line and she knew that my punishments would be much more harsh than hers.
Aside from the normal grounding and taking away computer time, I wrote a personal note to both teachers and to her principal, as well. I sealed the envelopes and I gave them to her and I told her to go to each on of them the next day and to apologize for her recent behaviour. She was also to assure them that it would not happen again and then she was to hand over the note from her Dad and to tell all three of them that I expected a personal reply from them. I got all three letters back the next day and they all basically said the same thing about appreciating my concern and my help with correcting this little problem, etc.
However, a few days later, my wife got a phone call from the principal and went on and on about my personal note and how I had changed his view of parents these days. He said it was refreshing to see a parent demand such behaviour from their kids. I don't say all of this to make me out to be a saint, because I'm not, but I learned this type of responsibility from one person and one person only. You see, 28 years or so ago, I had a little problem in class and my Dad made me do the apology thing and the note thing. I was never so embarrassed in all my life, but it was a lesson that stuck with me. After I had told my daughter what she was going to have to do and we dismissed her to her room for the night, my wife says to me "why would you have her do something like that? It really seems harsh." I simply said "Because that's what MY Dad made ME do when I screwed up in school."
There is no great book written that will guide you through the years of raising your kids. Oh, there are self-help books and a ton of other books that I am sure their authors think are fantastic parenting books, but there is only one thing you can count on when the going gets tough: Experience. I simply offer the following as an easy rule to remember: What would my Dad (or Mom) have done in this instance? More times than not, that is exactly the solution you need to be looking for.
posted by GaryC @ 3:04 PM, ,
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Be there or be square. I'm playing tonight, you should want me at your table right now.
A very Happy belated Birthday to the Blogfather!
Mookie tonight, out of town tomorrow. Boy, do I need it. Thanks to all for the comments and the kind words. I'm still trying.
Until next time, I fold.
posted by GaryC @ 5:14 PM, ,
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Fuckety-fuck-fuck-fuck! Sorry, apparently I had four more of those in me last night before I went to bed.
The rain is pounding down outside and pounding the top of my make-shift, temporary metal office out back of the main building. It is an almost perfect day to fit my mood as of late. The only problem I see is that I don't have a damn coffee pot in my office. It's in the main building and when I said pounding down, I mean it is fucking pouring down rain. Turd-floater type rain, you know, when it rains so hard that the water stands in your yard and your dog's turds wash down the street? Toad strangler type rain, that's when it rains so hard that so much water accumulates, that it actually begins to drown frogs.
I know, we need it. Okay, we don't need any more. The drought from last year is over and all our lakes are now full, back off the rain for a while. Jebus, it has been this type of weather pattern for about 2 or 3 weeks now with no obvious signs of letting up any time in the near future. The forecast calls for more rain. Overcast, cool and dreary!
That's just about perfect, as my overall forecast has been and remains pretty fooking dreary. I was playin the MATH last night, motoring along somewhere in the second hour with an above average stack and ran into three hands in about 3 orbits that, once again, managed to snuff out any hopes of a nice finish.
First hand, I called an all-in push holding A-A. He had J-J. Jack on the flop. Oh well, two-outer.
Several hands later, I call another all-in push with A-K. He had A-J. Jack on the flop. Okay, three-outer.
Finally, after blinding down, I push with 7-7 and get called with A-J. I realize full well that this is a coin-flip at best, but you can really only call it a coin flip if you win about half of them, right? A on the flop, Jack on the river for good measure. IGHN........madder than a mother fucker.
I wasn't mad at anybody in particular, as I would have more than likely made the exact plays that they made in their position. I'm just plain fucking mad right now. I have not been able to win a coin flip late in a tournament to save my life for what seems like months now and I am pretty fooking frustrated about it. I'm venting here, AGAIN, with hopes that seeing it on paper, YET AGAIN, might have some sort of calming influence and allow me to continue to play good poker.
I really don't feel like I have played horribly and certainly, last night in the MATH, I was playing really good, it's just difficult to figure out what the hell I could have done differently. Coin flips, I can understand, and I knew I was taking a coin flip at best with 7-7, but, what are the others? 80-20? It certainly doesn't feel like 80-20 right now, as I hide my eyes and just know, deep down inside, that the Jack is coming....and it comes.....and I blast a stream of obscenities at top volume throughout the house.
Luckily, I have removed everything throwable or breakable from my computer desk at points during this stretch of.....how shall I explain this? HORSESHIT! Yeah, that's it. It isn't just tournaments, it's cash games and everything else and it has carried over to my real life, as well.
I went on complete tilt this weekend at the lake. We worked our ass off, cutting down, chopping up and hauling off a huge tree at our place. By Friday at around 8:00 we were soaked to the bone and worn smooth out, but the tree was gone. Then, the moving company decided that the winds were too high and there was too big a threat of storms to bring our new trailer down to the lake. Fook!
Then, the farmer who owns the land adjacent to ours stops by and tells us that he is going to put up a fence on our property line. If he does it soon, we won't be able to move in our trailer and if he waits until we get our trailer in, we won't be able to get to our barn and shed behind the trailer to pull our jet ski's out. I was so freaking mad I could have dropped him right there on the spot.........but I didn't. I sucked it up and told him that if he felt like that was what he needed to do, then so be it........then I called my city-slicker lawyer. Fuck you Mr. Farmer.
*EDIT: The cocksucker put the fence up today!
Sucking it up is the only option right now. It's either that or face possible jail time, so, I plan on sucking it up in life and at the poker tables. I'll be around for the Mookie probably on Wednesday, but I probably won't be playing much for the next two weeks or so. Good luck to everybody and I will see you when I get back from vacation.
Until next time, I call....and get sucked out on.
posted by GaryC @ 4:05 PM, ,
Monday, May 07, 2007
Vacation draws near.
Tilty McTiltsalot says that this break could not possibly come at a better time. Mother fucking Full Tilt pwns him right now and it doesn't matter if it is a mother fucking two-outer or a mother-fucking six-outer, fuck this fucking bull shit.
Whooooo, I feel so much better. Fuck this shit.
I am leaving town Thursday night for a long weekend in Topeka and will be back some time on Sunday. After working Monday and Tuesday, I will be leaving town for Kansas again and will be on vacation for 6 glorious days. I don't take alot of big chunks of time off work, but this is the exception.
It's softball weekend after all and I get to see and hang out with a bunch of my very best friends and their families. Good times will indeed be had by all.
I want to throw out a few things before I leave:
Congrats to Drizz on the fine bowling performance. Color me impressed.
Okie-Vegas is nearing. July 18th-22nd. Make your plans early and if you are planning on attending, please let me know.
I am going to try to play the Mookie this week, but I have alot going on, so I am iffy at best. Other than that, I won't be on-line much for most of the next two weeks. A break is not only needed, but with me being out of town for a good chunk of time, I will probably be too busy to even test the wireless internet at the hotel.
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3. Emilio Estevez Loses His Tooth by BTreotch Four minutes earlier, Emilio Estevez was beating his kid-brother Carlos while he was hog tied and strapped to the top rail of their swing set with cheap-itchy yellow rope... More
4. Confessions of a Man by Sigge S. Amdal I should have asked her for a date. Any date at all. 4th of March, 6th of April, didn't really matter. As long as we could go and have a dinner, or see a movie or something. It's not like I'm craving a relationship, I've got too much to do already, but it stung inside of me knowing that I'd already lost a chance. A chance. Singular term. There could be more coming... More
5. A Grand Day Out by Susan Bently On the other side of the road sat this German guy's car with a huge dent on the bonnet and his family sitting in the car, wife and children looking wide-eyed and pale. The bleeding carcass of a moose lay next to the car, dark patches of blood over the centerline... More
6. City of Sins by Clay Champlin People head to Las Vegas for two reasons: salvation or condemnation. Those looking to be saved from their mundane Midwestern lives bask in the perpetual glow of the strip or gawk skyward at downtown's Freemont street experience... More
Until next time, I'm on vacation.
posted by GaryC @ 3:55 PM, ,
Get Back On The Horse
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Okay, so it wasn't a big score, but a bit of success nonetheless and after the last couple of months, I will take any succes I can get, thankyouveryfuckingmuch!
I played the Wheatie 2nd chance last night only because my boy Jordan and my boy TripJax wanted to play a tourney together. I must say, HORSE is not normally a strong game for me, but you know what? I might have to try a bit more of this variety, because I held my own and despite a couple of monster hands that did not go my way, I was able to hang around and scrape into the money.
I know, I know, it was a small tourney with very small payouts, but again, after experiencing every type of re-cock-ulous suckout imaginable lately, I will most definitely take it.
Here's the final screenshot for me: (a huge hat-tip to my boy Hoyazo for teaching me how to use Screen Hunter, beers are on me in Vegas in December, bro) My next trick will be trying to screen shot JUST the active window, da da dum!!!
I think you will recognize Jeciimd wielding that big stack. I didn't watch the heads up battle, but I have no doubt that he took it down. GG Jecii.
posted by GaryC @ 9:14 PM, ,
First and foremost, let me tell each and every one of you that have left comments on this blog and encouraged me in the chat boxes of blogger tournaments, thank you very much. I appreciate it more than you know and it never ceases to amaze me the bonds that this little community builds, even from bloggers that I haven't actually met face to face. Thank you all.
Busy times in GCox-ville.
My wife, mother-in-law and I are working on our little place down at the lake. We have made the big decision that this is going to be our retirement place eventually and we want to make it as nice as we possibly can for the future. With that in mind and not having enough room to actually build down there, we have sold our single-wide trailer and purchased a 4-bedroom double-wide to put down there. It will be delivered this coming saturday morning and we are all pretty excited about it.
We have spent the last two weeks working down there on the lot, unloading and unhooking the old trailer and preparing for the arrival of the new one. I am taking off after lunch this Friday to go down and mow and prepare the lot for the delivery of the new home the next morning. It is more work than I ever envisioned when we started out, but I think it will be well worth it when it is finished. I plan on building a big, screened-in porch on the front of it this summer, which will be prime real estate for kicking back and drinking beer. (my favorite lake hobby, by the way)
Following the delivery of the mobile home this saturday, I am out of town the following weekend for my first softball weekend in Topeka. The next week, I leave Tuesday evening after work and drive back to Kansas for the big softball blowout. After coming back home after that trip, we have Memorial Day weekend at the lake the next weekend, so we are booked solid for the coming month. It will probably be June before we are able to sit back and really enjoy the lake place again, but at least when that time gets here, we will have a functioning A/C and a much larger, more comfortable place to enjoy it.
As far as poker goes, it always slows down for me a bit during this time of year and this year will be no exception. I do plan on making all the blogger tournaments that I can make though, in an effort to try and move my fat ass up the leader board. At this point, it feels like an insurmountable mountain, but I am still going to try. I will also be playing in as many of the Reverend's Riverchaser's events as possible and try to maintain my spot on that leaderboard. I have slipped to 2nd currently, but have BIG plans to change all that on Thursday night of this week.
Again, thanks to everybody for the encouragement. I will still be around and I will still be trying, so don't count me out.
Until next time, I fold. (and if you don't believe that, you didn't see the MATH tournament last night)
posted by GaryC @ 6:01 PM, ,