Poker Content:
Last night was rough, really rough. The day started out well enough, I was actually up @ Interpoker for once. Then I decided to get a little frisky. I jumped onto a $2/$4 table to try and parlay my good fortune. Danger Will Robinson, Danger. Yeah, I got beeeoooch slapped. I got hammered, but not outplayed. The cards went as Cool as Ice (Oh no he didn’t. He didn’t just make a Vanilla Ice reference. You damn right I did). By the time the smoke had settled, I was down $85, having only won 3 hands in an hour and a half. I did manage to get Aces twice though. Stole the blinds with them the first time, and won about $15 on the other. Not a way to come back for that far of a hole. I hadn’t played $2/$4 in about 4 months, as the last session I lost $100 in about 15 minutes as I got and lost these hand 4 hands in a row (AKo, AQo, AKs, ATs). I managed to hit at least top pair or better on each of those hands, but ran into better hands. That’s a way to suck a banroll dry.
I did manage to get a hold on playing with a table full of rocks. I you have to loosen up your starting hand requirements, blind steal more frequently, and bluff more often. I was reading some Mike Caro last night, and he talks about playing at a tight table (and a loose table for that matter). He states that it’s better to loosen up at either table. I found that an interesting statement, because it seems counterintuitive, to me a least, to loosen up at a loose table. The theory about that is on a tight table, you have more opportunities to bluff/blind steal, and since those opportunities come up frequently, you have to loosen up some. Now at the loose table, you need to loosen up because the table on the whole, is playing far inferior hands than would be “normal”, so even when you loosen up, your hand is going to be better than the average hand out there. Interesting, isn’t it?
Non-Poker Content:
There is one distinct advantage to being a veterinarian over a “real doctor”. What may that be you ask? Well, I’m glad that you asked. The answer: We get to say the word “bitch” and not get slapped in the face when we say it. For example, imagine saying this sentence in your place of work. “Yeah that bitch looks like she’s ready to mate.” Or this: “That bitch looks like she’s in heat.” Or this: “I told you that bitch crazy!” O.K., maybe the last one I haven’t actually said before, but you get the point. Imagine going to your “real doctor” and having him say that to your or your wife/girlfriend/mom. Now you truly see the demented pleasure I get every now and then.
For instance, right now my technicians are getting a radiograph (X-Ray) on a bitch that was in heat in September, and got “hooked up” (I kid you not, my record has this on it, “Hooked up on September 25). Now the owner wants to know if this bitch is actually pregnant. I’m waiting with the excitement of a 5 year old on Christmas morning. O.K., not really, but I don’t think that this bitch is pregnant.
Update: The owner was disappointed that his bitch isn’t pregnant. Wow, I’ve said “bitch” a lot in this post and not once was it used inappropriately. Take that.
Well, now that I’ve fully taken advantage of my “using the word bitch” privileges for the week, I’d better get back to work. Keep on keepin’ on kids.
1 comment:
I'm glad that you emjoyed it Kewa. I aim to please. Say hi to Megan for me. :)
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