The Jackson Family

On my last trip to AC (and by last I mean probably three trips ago) I was determined to get some poker in at the Borgata. After three hours at the craps table at Caesar’s, they raised the limit to $25 signalling that it was time for me to leave. I cabbed it over to the borgata and immediately got seated at a $6/$12 limit table. I had originally signed up for the $1/$2 NL list, but once I sat down, I wasn’t interested in moving. There was simply too much dead money on the table. I was card dead most of the night, so I didn’t win any money, but I did have one interesting hand.

With five callers in front of me, I called on the button with J7s. The flop came out QJJ and I was instantly excited. Someone bet out of early position and everyone in front of me called, so I called behind. Turn brought an offsuit 7 giving me the boat. First position bets out again, two callers, I raise, first position re-raises and one other person calls. River is an offsuit 9. First position bets out again. I just call here, but I think I should have raised. Original bettor shows J4o and as I flip my hand over I say I have the jackson family.

That isn’t the interesting part. I always make up stupid names for my hands The interesting part was the conversation I had with one of the other players. Calling my hand the Jackson Family was a mistake, because there were seven kids, right (jackson 5 plus Latoya and Janet)? Two parents would have made the J9 the “Jackson family”. The other player told me that he thought there actually nine kids and two of them weren’t involved in music because they had some kind of deformity or were deaf or something like that. I wiki search cleared it all up – there really are 9 jackson kids and all of them had music careers. I really just can’t get over the idea of there being non-musically inclined Jackson kids. And the idea of a deaf Jackson kid is just hilarious. I bet he would get picked on all the time. I mean really, seven brothers and sisters all in the music business and you don’t make it?


how stella got her groove back

I’ve had this post in my phone for a while, but apparently my grasp of technology is not yet good enough to actually get it back out in a timely fashion.

AC – Round 2
After my first successful AC trip, I decided that going right back the following weekend would be a good idea. Once again, I pricelined the sheraton for a reasonable $100 Saturday night stay. This trip was going to be different though, I was determined to both visit different casinos and play some good poker.

Cue the violins
I’ve been a real funk with online poker, really since PartyPoker dumped their US customers. My game has been terrible: pushing with hands where I know I’m behind, straight calling with losers, ignoring starting hand value – you know the business. I was really in need of a pokertracker plugin that could just look at my stats and say, “gus, what the fuck? You used to be good at this. You’re terrible now, go do something else.”

Repeat performance
My second trip to AC was the first time in a long while that I have gotten up from the table feeling good about my play. Tight, aggressive, smart = money in my pocket. I played for two hours and was basically card dead for the majority of it. It didn’t distract me. I play three good hands and I capitalized on them as best I could for $100 in winnings. But more importantly, I left the table feeling like a good player again.

Other AC notes
Caesar’s is an awesome casino but their poker room sucked. The tables and dealers were fine, but the management left a little to be desired. My table was down to four players before the floor manager said anything about moving us to another table. And even then, immediately after he told us it was going to take time to move us, he seated a new player at the table we were waiting to join. Lame-o.

Resorts is a fucking terrible casino. They’re like the Delta Airlines of casinos. I will never set foot in that place again. I spent over half an hour getting a players card and the woman working not only spelled my name wrong, she got the order wrong too, and she did it all in just under 30 minutes. I should have known right then that it was time to go, but it apparently takes me too long to learn my lesson.

I headed to the poker “room”, which was really a roped off area in the main floor. In the middle of the afternoon there were only two tables running and no one there to seat me at any of them. I quickly gave up on that idea and headed to the craps table. That was my third and final mistake. It was either my dealer’s first day, or he is just an incompetent fuck. Either way, he tried to give my payouts to the people standing next to me and most times calculated the odds payout wrong. After 10 minutes of this I was ready to go. This is when I looked up and noticed the 45+ minute line waiting at the cashier. Resorts was having some stupid event and didn’t have enough employees working to deal with the crowds. I dumped the rest of my buy-in and left Resorts forever. I should have set my player card on fire outside the door. They would have never caught “Enriqe Gunzales”.


Eh-Vegas

Kat and I made it out to Katitude’s inagural blogger event in Toronto a few weeks ago, so I figured I should throw in my two cents.

It was really cool meeting all the bloggers: Jules, Graham, Guin, Astin, and Iakaris.

Kat and I went out on Thursday, flying on a Delta voucher that Kat picked up when she was forcibly bumped from a flight. She’s always hated Delta and now I know why. They are seriously the worst airline I’ve ever flown. I remember a while back there was a big scandal at Delta because some flight attendant took naked pictures of herself in her Delta uniform. That explains a lot about the airline. Rather than focusing on running a good airline, they’ve got the whole fucking company looking for Delta porn. Their argument was that it was bad for their image. Are you kidding me? You’re telling me that skeezy male business travelers are going to purposely stay away from the airline where the flight attendants get naked? Right.

Thanks to Delta’s incompetence we arrived to Toronto late on Thursday, so we just had a couple drinks with Katitude and called it a night. Before parting ways though, she gave us all the details for how to take the tai-pan (chinatown) bus to Casino Rama.

Casin-o-rama
Having already been to Toronto before, I wasn’t particularly concerned with seeing all the sights, and honestly it was too cold to be walking around a lot anyway, so going to Rama seemed like a good idea. I also wanted to get an idea of how long it really takes to get there, which I didn’t find out because the Tai-Pan bus stopped all over Toronto (3 Chinatowns!). Rama was fairly uneventful; we played 2-5 limit HE and came out slightly ahead, which is always good. No craps, no blackjack, just poker (that’s a first in a long time for Kat and I).

After we finally made it back to Toronto, we caught up with Katitude, Jules, Graham, Astin, and Guin in the Distillery district. Dinner was delicious and after drinking roughly a bottle of wine it was time to hit the club for some poker action. This was one of the first times I’ve gone to a poker room specifically to play NL. Thankfully, the deck was hitting me like crazy, so I didn’t get into many situations where I really had to rethink my play. At one point I think I was up around $600, but my luck started to run out and I doubled up Katitude (I think twice) and Astin. I believe all of those times my trips TK got the smackdown from flopped full houses. That doesn’t feel good.

The Tournament
The next day was a hungover day for most everyone and Kat and I spent the majority of it going to Niagara Falls with some Austin friends. We made it back just in time to wrap up dinner and head to the club for the tournament. A random player from the club asked to join in our tournament since there was no game running. I don’t think he knew what he was signing himself up for. Three hammer drops and this guy had no idea what was going on. It was no surprise when he busted first. There were really only a couple noteworthy hands: Astin’s quads over Katitude’s boat and Iak’s pocket jacks holding up against Jules’ AK in dramatic fashion, with the king coming on the turn and the 2-outer jack hitting on the river. After dropping Jules, Iak probably had 80% of the chips and gave us a lesson in playing the big stack, pushing us off of pots over and over again. The race for 2nd between Astin and I just came down to who could luck out. Astin had one bad all-in against Iak and put me into the money. It probably took all of three hands for the game to end.

We immediately jumped over to the cash game afterward and my luck was really starting to run out. I think I had to rebuy on the first hand when my TPTK got destroyed by 2-pair. Really just a horrible read on my part, I interpreted his overbet to be a steal and it wasn’t. Ouch. There were also a number of other situations where I showed my inexperience with playing NL cash games, but such is life. I did, however, get the chance to drop the hammer. I think I showed it down three times, much to the dismay of the table. Overall I ended the cash game down about a buy-in which put me up for the trip. No complaints here.

Overall it was a really good trip. Katitude is a fantastic host and took care of everything we needed. Now if only she could control the weather.


more wordpress action and some poker

I think I finally have my configuration set up right so I can publish posts from w.bloggar, which makes life better because it still drives me crazy to use a web interface, even if it is one of the best ones I’ve seen lately. I’m also still working on other configuration aspects, such as the ability to post via email, getting feeds working properly, etc. I think I might just have the feeds thing figured out. This post should serve as a decent test. Amazing that it would take me well over a day just to get something as simple as feeds straightened out, but I guess I’m not as smart as I think I am.

And in poker-related news. I haven’t really been playing much lately, but last night I got to sit down and really play poker. It started off with the home game where I proceeded to run my pocket pairs into bigger pocket pairs until I was bled completely dry, then back at home where I fired up full tilt and once again ran 10s into queens and then busted on a good call but had my AKs get destroyed by K-10o. Such is life. This was my first time to play a large tournament in forever (885 players) and though I didn’t hit the money, it was still refreshing to know that I can last for multiple hours (would have been more if I could learn to lay down pocket 10s). So I’m back in the game, sort of. In the losing game at least.