Since their oldest child is turning the milestone of 30 tomorrow, my parents will be gracing me with their presence this weekend. I guess I'd better finally get rid of my dancing midgets, stripper pole, and the 6 inches of filth built up on my floor. It's as good a reason as any to clean up the pad. Although, all I really need to do is give it a light once over, and have Mom do the rest (Hi Mom!).
I'm 76% of the way through Interpoker's initial bonus. Slow and steady wins the race they say. I guess that's what I'm doing. I know that Scurvy talked about how the 1/2 tables aren't too bad, which I guess that they aren't, to a point. I've realized that almost every table is filled with rocks, and so most of the time, it boils down to a constant blind stealing fight fest. Everyone pretty much just trades each other's money around, trying to clear the bonus. If you can find a looser table, then it's not too bad. After playing at one 1/2 table for about 45 minutes, I decided to get frisky. In early position I decided to raise with A5os. Bad idea. The guy 2 downstream from me insta-raises, and everyone else folds. I realized the right decision would be to fold, but nah, I'm too thick headed for that. I call and the flop comes out 927 rainbow. I decided that I was toast (what every gave me that idea you may ask). So I checked and folded. So much for getting a little wild hair up my anus. Sigh.
I still think that one of the hardest desicions in poker is what to do with overcards when the flop misses your sweet butt completely. Scurvy has a great post about this exact topic, but I still can't get it through my thick skull. This requires finesse of some other form that I just can't get a grasp on. I think that I do O.K., but it's still hard to judge wether or not that cat who smooth called 3 bets cold is holding big noises (AA-TT), big tickets (i.e. AK, KJ, QT, etc.), just a small medium/small pair, or hopelessly holding onto the hammer (72os). And is he/she gonna call my continuous arsenal of bets thrown in his/her general direction? You'd think after playing thousands and thousands of hands I'd have this down pat, but no.
Did I ever tell you about the time Big R was with a girl named Betty Crocker? Well let's just say that she was "randy for Big R" and liked to cook him assorted baked goods. Nice huh? Sorry Big R, I had to get that in here.
I think that my head is starting to hurt from all this deep thinking. In the meantime, "Take care of yourself, and each other." Thanks Jerry Springer for the advice.
Keep on keepin' on.
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