ramblings on poker, family and vegas
1 Comments Published by katitude on Sunday, December 03, 2006 at 6:55 p.m..
I was at my younger brother's house when I got hooked on poker.
I was out there to relax, hangout in their hot tub, drink his beer, catch up on the girl talk with my sis-in-law and spoil my nieces. Oh, and they had cable; I didn't as I was spending my dough on high speed internet access, junkie that I am. We were lazing about on Sunday, they were watching football and I was just chilling, trying to find the motivation to get my ass of their couch and into my car to head back to Toronto.
It was between games, and my sister-in-law was flicking around the channels trying to see if there was anything we could kill an hour with, and it landed on a WPT final table.
And so the love affair/obsession/abusive relationship began.
After two years of watching me, they've decided to play too. It's started innocently enough with some friendly home games run by friends of theirs. And now I'm sweating them in $1 SnG's.
You never know how much (or how little) you know until you teach someone. My brother would tell me his hands, and I'd say things like:
"Stop limping. It makes people think you're a weenie"
"Dammit, if you're going to be in a pot, bet! Otherwise, fold"
"You're going to call a 4x BB raise when you have J3 off and there are no J's or 3's on the board. Did mum drop you on your head when you were a baby or something?"
"Fold that crap"
"Raise NOW"
"Stop commenting on the cross-eyed nurse avatars boobs. It's probably a guy anyway"
"No matter what you may think, A2 is not a good hand. Trust me."
"No, K2 is not good either. Really. Would I lie to you? Well, yeah, I did then, but not now, trust me."
"Knock if off and listen, or I'll introduce you to my friend, Waffles!"
But it worked out well, thanks to major suckouts, and he placed 2nd. Yay, Bro!
As thanks, he sent me this...
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4 more working days until Vegas. I am mostly ready already, and what isn't ready, will be ready as appointments have already been made to make sure I am ready on Thursday.
Fuck, I'm so there, I'm even dreaming about bloggers. Good dreams. Dreams where fantasies come true; dreams where I win tournaments and drink without getting hungover.
Ah, if only......
I was out there to relax, hangout in their hot tub, drink his beer, catch up on the girl talk with my sis-in-law and spoil my nieces. Oh, and they had cable; I didn't as I was spending my dough on high speed internet access, junkie that I am. We were lazing about on Sunday, they were watching football and I was just chilling, trying to find the motivation to get my ass of their couch and into my car to head back to Toronto.
It was between games, and my sister-in-law was flicking around the channels trying to see if there was anything we could kill an hour with, and it landed on a WPT final table.
And so the love affair/obsession/abusive relationship began.
After two years of watching me, they've decided to play too. It's started innocently enough with some friendly home games run by friends of theirs. And now I'm sweating them in $1 SnG's.
You never know how much (or how little) you know until you teach someone. My brother would tell me his hands, and I'd say things like:
"Stop limping. It makes people think you're a weenie"
"Dammit, if you're going to be in a pot, bet! Otherwise, fold"
"You're going to call a 4x BB raise when you have J3 off and there are no J's or 3's on the board. Did mum drop you on your head when you were a baby or something?"
"Fold that crap"
"Raise NOW"
"Stop commenting on the cross-eyed nurse avatars boobs. It's probably a guy anyway"
"No matter what you may think, A2 is not a good hand. Trust me."
"No, K2 is not good either. Really. Would I lie to you? Well, yeah, I did then, but not now, trust me."
"Knock if off and listen, or I'll introduce you to my friend, Waffles!"
But it worked out well, thanks to major suckouts, and he placed 2nd. Yay, Bro!
As thanks, he sent me this...
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
4 more working days until Vegas. I am mostly ready already, and what isn't ready, will be ready as appointments have already been made to make sure I am ready on Thursday.
Fuck, I'm so there, I'm even dreaming about bloggers. Good dreams. Dreams where fantasies come true; dreams where I win tournaments and drink without getting hungover.
Ah, if only......
"Stop commenting on the cross-eyed nurse avatars boobs. It's probably a guy anyway"
It is NOT!
Well maybe it is.