Best. Idea. Ever. (Dawn)
"Asian Power!" Was Pi's rally cry as the final four in the Heads up tournament took their seats. Pi, Taiwan, Viet and Ari were the last ones standing.
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After busting Viet and Ari, Pi and Taiwan went heads up for the IHO title championship. I would have taken a picture, but it lasted one hand. Taiwan had AJ and Pi called with 9h8h and hit an eight on the flop. And to her goes the crown. This is where I will point out that she was the one that didn't want to play the tournament at all. The one that had to be bribed with promises that I would cook lunch for her and her fiancee, because I needed two more players to complete the 16. I don't know why she hates playing in my tournaments so much, she always wins. She came in second at the tournament of champions last year...or was that this year? I'm still waiting for Karol's post. Our resident heads up specialist busted to Jordan in the first round. She wants me to add that she was ahead all but one time when the chips hit the middle. Jordan wants me to add "waaa."
It was just a great day.
The weather cooperated, so we had a mini barbecue beforehand. My hamburgers were praised as "delicious" by all in attendance. I also made hotdogs and awesome barbecue chicken. Karol bought some really delicious cookies. I assume they were from Magnolia. Everyone showed up and with all the cooking responsibilities I didn't even realize that we were running like 45 minutes late. Or that was because of all the wine coolers. One or the other. Though I do appreciate and apologize to all those super mega fantastic people who showed up on time.
The Heads up tournament, a brainchild of KJ, worried me a little, just because it required so many moving pieces. 16 chip stacks, 8 dealer buttons, and 32 decks of cards. But everything fell into place. As always, the crew helped with counting chips and setting up and all I had to do was get my not drunk at all bottom in my chair and wish everyone but my opponent good luck.
And that's what I did.
"Good luck to everyone, except Everett."
Everett scares me. He is a super aggro highly unpredictable player that could have aces or napkins, it doesn't matter -- he's all-in. I, on the other hand, am a scaredy cat.
Thankfully, he decided to change up his game and play small ball. So I was right in my comfort zone. I took a commanding chip lead in about four hands, then gave it back in one hand where I raised with AK, he reraised me and I called. I bet the ten high flop and he called. He moved all-in when a jack came on the turn and I called. He had AJ.
I was steaming a bit and so raised with 85 on my next hand, he called. The flop came 8 5 A. I bet, he called. I moved in when a 7 hit the turn and he called. He had AQ. River was a five and I boated up.
By this time, Pi had dispatched with her first opponent and F-train pick, Paulie when her boat beat his boat. Sick.
Everett tried to bluff with the next couple of hands, but I called him down with hands as strong as bottom pair. I was good. He was down to his last 250 in chips and he moved in. I was obviously going to call him, but when I looked down at AA, I said "um...yeah, I call."
He had A4. I flopped a boat on the A 33 flop.
Everett hopelessly said "I have two pair."
I was all. Yeah. Two pair no good.
My next opponent was Pi. She actually taught me how to play hold em. She is a very conservative player. I knew that she would limp with aces or pairs, so I tried to raise my way into pots to force her to give me info about her hands. Unfortunately, she also gets very impatient with the game and didn't want to play, so after a while, she'd just start moving all-in. I made a superbad call in one hand where I paid her on a straight and then I started to get impatient myself. I ended up moving all-in with sixes on an ATT board even though every fiber of my being told me she probably had an ace since she called my hefty preflop raise. That was the end of my tournament.
But at least I lost to the winner. Unlike Karol. Who lost to a BOY! How embarassing. It's like she's all domesticated now by the IC's heads up prowess. And no I don't remember losing seven heads up matches in a row to her last month. You know my motto, if there's no post on the blog, it didn't happen.
And then something awful and terrible happened.
We decided to play cash. Leizl was in the hizzouse and tonight she officially surpassed Wall Street Poker's Wendy as my nemesis.
I had just busted out of the tourney, and went to grab some barbecue chicken. My hands were all gooey, so I didn't want to touch my cards. Of course, that doesn't mean I didn't want to play my cards, so I did what anyone in my position (CO) would do, I raised.
KJ decides to announce to everyone that I have not looked at my cards, so he calls. Leizl also calls. And a bunch of others do too. It's six to a flop of Ah 7h 4c. Leizl bets out ten dollars.
I say "Dammit, now I have to look."
I go wash my hands, and in the meantime it has folded to me. I look down and find 74.
Cereal.
I figure she has some kind of ace and I want the monies.
"Okay. All-in" I push my newly bought stack of $39 into the middle.
She thinks for maybe a second and says "I call."
She turns over TEN THREE OF HEARTS.
TEN THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
King of hearts comes on the turn and I don't hit any of my redraws.
I am left with seven dollars.
I push all of it in on my next hand, saying "I steam push with a crap hand."
I get called in two spots.
But my K6 makes top pair and I triple up.
Ron Lad and the boys...er...boy show up and now we have 11 or 12 for the cash game and it is decided that we should split up. A NLHE game and a mixed dealer's choice game.
It's me, Jordan, KJ and Alceste at the mixed game.
Jordan fucking calls triple draw, aka, give Alceste your money draw. We give Alceste our money and then Alceste fucking calls "A-5 triple draw," aka gimmee more of your money. So, we give him more of our money and then KJ calls a fucking GAME HE JUST MADE UP.
And it goes like this "okay guys, lets play NLHE, but backwards. Worst five card hand wins, and you can play the board or use one or two cards from your hand. So like 2 3 4 5 7 is the best hand because it's the worst hand, see?"
We stare at him blankly.
Jordan says "Um...do we deal the river first?"
We don't.
This game, like it's inventor is RETARDED.
So, afterwards I call my game. STUD EIGHT. MY FUCKING GAME.
And do you know what happens? Not only don't I win. Oh, no. That I can handle. I lose in the most disgusting fucked up ways imagineable. KJ cold calls my set of aces all the way to seventh street and then hits the fucking wheel to stack me.
Then the new guy sits down at the table and cold calls my two pair to seventh street and fucking hits the wheel to stack me. Ohhh and let us not forget the very first hand, I have the very best starting hand 2c3c under and an Ac showing, I pair my ace on fourth, so I do that open raise thing, Jordan, showing a J and a low card raises.
"We're going to chop Dawn, so I'm not scared of your aces." I call. I hit the 6c on the next street. I bet, Jordan raises. I think I hit a King of spades and check, Jordan bets, I call. I fucking brick on the last street with a ten of diamonds, but I have to call his last bet. HE FUCKING HAS QUAD JACKS. QUUUUUUUUUAAAAAADDDDDDDD JJJAAAAACCCKKKS. That was the first stacking. To help out F-train with his counting, I am now stuck FOUR BUY-INS AT MY HOUSE. I rebuy again, playing this game as bad as I've ever played any game --- like as bad as I play hockey, bad and I don't know how to ice skate. So, of course, the new guy, when it's his turn calls Stud Eight AGAIN.
I cannot stop the bleeding.
I get stacked again on a hand where I move all-in on fifth street with a flush draw and a low draw. KJ and the new guy are both going for obvious highs, so I figure if I hit my flush, I'm good for scoopage, but if not, I'll get at least half the pot if I hit the low.
Oh, no. I miss the low, HIT MY FLUSH. BUT KJ AND THE NEW GUY BOTH HIT ACE HIGH FLUSHES.
DUUUUUUDE. THEY BOTH HIT ACE HIGH FLUSHES. BOTH OF THEM. Why won't my keyboard do something capslockier than caps lock? WHHYYY?????
Stacked again.
(That's six buy-ins, blogger formerly known as assface.)
I am losing it. I don't know what I must have looked like, but all the guys were like, Dawn, you should go play in the NLHE game. There's a lot of money over there, you should go."
FUUUUUCCCKKKK YYOOOOUUUUUUU GGGUUYYYYS. My Head was spinning around and my mouth was foaming. GIMMEEE CHIPS.
They looked scared.
Jordan was like "I think this is the first time I've ever seen a poker table try to get a losing player to get up from the game."
"Dammit, I'm going to start pulling a Jamie and just collect tips, fuck playing." I said, as my hands twitched impatiently for the next card.
I kept completing or raising every hand turning the game into like a $4/8 game -- which for you kids at home -- Not. A. Good. Strategy. When. Losing.
I actually managed to more than double up on the next hand-- finally getting a win against the new guy.
This calmed me down a bit.
I win a few more pots and at least had a stack to play in the NLHE game with. with which to play in the NLHE gamn, whatever, go to hell Mrs. Hyde, my English teacher in the seventh grade. Sorry, flashback.
Anyway, Jordan announces that he's leaving after Stud Eight, so the rest of us fill in at the NLHE game. We're on the verge of being twelve handed, when the Mutt announces he's leaving. I only got to play with him a little (he might have been one of the two players who called my tilt K6 all-in), but it was great seeing him back at the Crackhouse again, with pictures of his adorable little Muttlets...puppies? I dunno animal lingo unless we're talking well done or medium-well.
Back at the NLHE table, Leizl or as she will henceforth be known, Buffy the Dawn chip taker, calls my UTG + 1 raise to $6 (in true crackhouse fashion, the blinds are .25/.50) Three more players call and I am like --my aces are in trouble. But then God says, don't worry Dawn. I love you: As Ks Ts. I bet out $25, LEIZL CALLS! THEN HER HUSBAND CALLS All-in for his last $25.
Oh no.
Turn is a 4d and I check, Leizl moves in. I call her. River is a 2c and I say "What do you got Leizl, Ace ten?" She says no "a flush" and tables THREE OF SPADES FOUR OF SPADES.
Again, looking for something stronger than a caps lock here. I've lost count of the buy-ins at this point, but Leizl stacks me again when I have top pair and flush draw against her set. I do not hit.
Ron Lad is similarly stuck, we have a conversation that goes something like:
"Ronnie, will you stop raising, please?"
"Dawn, I'm down, got to get back up."
I laugh. "Dude, you're not down more than I am."
"You kidding? I'm down $240."
"Dude, I passed $240 three hours ago just playing Stud Eight."
We both laugh and I remember the crazy days back in '06 whenever both Ronnie and I would get stuck, we'd rebuy for twenty bucks, get the chips and say "all-in" blind on the next hand.
And someone would double us up without fail and as if he read my mind, he then said.
"Yo, where's Fish?"
I laughed.
The Crackhouse games really are like nothing I've seen anywhere else, except maybe Resorts poker room back in the day.
But the money was flying.
On one hand, I raised to $2 (a joke), everyone calls, Ronnie makes it $11, Gus calls, Leizl calls and Everett, thinks and thinks and then he makes it $42 to go (again this is a QUARTER/FIFTY CENT game), Ronnie moves all-in for his $59 stack. Gus and Leizl get out of the way.
Everett says "you want to do business?" Ronnie shakes his head in the familiar "dude, what part of I am stuck don't you understand?"
Everett says "alright, I'm not folding. Whatever. I call."
I am super excited now.
I'm like wow, look at this huuuge pot.
Do you know what the kids turn over? You don't even know.
You have no idea.
Everett has ACE NINE OFF. Ronnie has ACE Queen. Ace high takes it down. I'm sorry, Ace high Queen kicker.
Everett is all "How do you make that play with Ace Queen?"
Ronnie is all "Kid, Ace Queen looks like quads to me right now."
Oh, and since Ari says I never mention her in these reports, she apparently had quad sevens and got paid before I got to the table. But by the time I got to the table, she had busted twice and was heading out the door. On her way out she said "that's it Everett, I'm never playing with you. You always bust me."
And I said "Dude, Leizl always busts me and I'll play with her again."
"Yeah, well, I'm smarter than you. I like to get my ass kicked my different people."
And she left.
We played for another hour after that six handed. Me, Ronnie, Leizl and her husband and Gus.
There was another insane hand where Ronnie raised to $4.50, Gus called, Leizl raised to $10 straight, Ronnie reraised to $35, Gus AND Leizl cold call. The flop is queen high and Gus moves all-in for $125. Leizl folds, Ronnie offers Gus business (he is Gus' surrogate father) Gus says no. They flip their hands:
Gus shows:
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He stacks Gus and notches his first profit of the night. On the next hand, and last deal. Leizl's husband raises to $10 (we are now four handed) Leizl reraises all-in for $69. HE CALLS.
He has A5off
, she has pocket eights. She hits an eight on the flop and stacks her husband.
And thus endeth the first Crackhouse cash game of the year.
Oh. My. Lord.
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After busting Viet and Ari, Pi and Taiwan went heads up for the IHO title championship. I would have taken a picture, but it lasted one hand. Taiwan had AJ and Pi called with 9h8h and hit an eight on the flop. And to her goes the crown. This is where I will point out that she was the one that didn't want to play the tournament at all. The one that had to be bribed with promises that I would cook lunch for her and her fiancee, because I needed two more players to complete the 16. I don't know why she hates playing in my tournaments so much, she always wins. She came in second at the tournament of champions last year...or was that this year? I'm still waiting for Karol's post. Our resident heads up specialist busted to Jordan in the first round. She wants me to add that she was ahead all but one time when the chips hit the middle. Jordan wants me to add "waaa."
It was just a great day.
The weather cooperated, so we had a mini barbecue beforehand. My hamburgers were praised as "delicious" by all in attendance. I also made hotdogs and awesome barbecue chicken. Karol bought some really delicious cookies. I assume they were from Magnolia. Everyone showed up and with all the cooking responsibilities I didn't even realize that we were running like 45 minutes late. Or that was because of all the wine coolers. One or the other. Though I do appreciate and apologize to all those super mega fantastic people who showed up on time.
The Heads up tournament, a brainchild of KJ, worried me a little, just because it required so many moving pieces. 16 chip stacks, 8 dealer buttons, and 32 decks of cards. But everything fell into place. As always, the crew helped with counting chips and setting up and all I had to do was get my not drunk at all bottom in my chair and wish everyone but my opponent good luck.
And that's what I did.
"Good luck to everyone, except Everett."
Everett scares me. He is a super aggro highly unpredictable player that could have aces or napkins, it doesn't matter -- he's all-in. I, on the other hand, am a scaredy cat.
Thankfully, he decided to change up his game and play small ball. So I was right in my comfort zone. I took a commanding chip lead in about four hands, then gave it back in one hand where I raised with AK, he reraised me and I called. I bet the ten high flop and he called. He moved all-in when a jack came on the turn and I called. He had AJ.
I was steaming a bit and so raised with 85 on my next hand, he called. The flop came 8 5 A. I bet, he called. I moved in when a 7 hit the turn and he called. He had AQ. River was a five and I boated up.
By this time, Pi had dispatched with her first opponent and F-train pick, Paulie when her boat beat his boat. Sick.
Everett tried to bluff with the next couple of hands, but I called him down with hands as strong as bottom pair. I was good. He was down to his last 250 in chips and he moved in. I was obviously going to call him, but when I looked down at AA, I said "um...yeah, I call."
He had A4. I flopped a boat on the A 33 flop.
Everett hopelessly said "I have two pair."
I was all. Yeah. Two pair no good.
My next opponent was Pi. She actually taught me how to play hold em. She is a very conservative player. I knew that she would limp with aces or pairs, so I tried to raise my way into pots to force her to give me info about her hands. Unfortunately, she also gets very impatient with the game and didn't want to play, so after a while, she'd just start moving all-in. I made a superbad call in one hand where I paid her on a straight and then I started to get impatient myself. I ended up moving all-in with sixes on an ATT board even though every fiber of my being told me she probably had an ace since she called my hefty preflop raise. That was the end of my tournament.
But at least I lost to the winner. Unlike Karol. Who lost to a BOY! How embarassing. It's like she's all domesticated now by the IC's heads up prowess. And no I don't remember losing seven heads up matches in a row to her last month. You know my motto, if there's no post on the blog, it didn't happen.
And then something awful and terrible happened.
We decided to play cash. Leizl was in the hizzouse and tonight she officially surpassed Wall Street Poker's Wendy as my nemesis.
I had just busted out of the tourney, and went to grab some barbecue chicken. My hands were all gooey, so I didn't want to touch my cards. Of course, that doesn't mean I didn't want to play my cards, so I did what anyone in my position (CO) would do, I raised.
KJ decides to announce to everyone that I have not looked at my cards, so he calls. Leizl also calls. And a bunch of others do too. It's six to a flop of Ah 7h 4c. Leizl bets out ten dollars.
I say "Dammit, now I have to look."
I go wash my hands, and in the meantime it has folded to me. I look down and find 74.
Cereal.
I figure she has some kind of ace and I want the monies.
"Okay. All-in" I push my newly bought stack of $39 into the middle.
She thinks for maybe a second and says "I call."
She turns over TEN THREE OF HEARTS.
TEN THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
King of hearts comes on the turn and I don't hit any of my redraws.
I am left with seven dollars.
I push all of it in on my next hand, saying "I steam push with a crap hand."
I get called in two spots.
But my K6 makes top pair and I triple up.
Ron Lad and the boys...er...boy show up and now we have 11 or 12 for the cash game and it is decided that we should split up. A NLHE game and a mixed dealer's choice game.
It's me, Jordan, KJ and Alceste at the mixed game.
Jordan fucking calls triple draw, aka, give Alceste your money draw. We give Alceste our money and then Alceste fucking calls "A-5 triple draw," aka gimmee more of your money. So, we give him more of our money and then KJ calls a fucking GAME HE JUST MADE UP.
And it goes like this "okay guys, lets play NLHE, but backwards. Worst five card hand wins, and you can play the board or use one or two cards from your hand. So like 2 3 4 5 7 is the best hand because it's the worst hand, see?"
We stare at him blankly.
Jordan says "Um...do we deal the river first?"
We don't.
This game, like it's inventor is RETARDED.
So, afterwards I call my game. STUD EIGHT. MY FUCKING GAME.
And do you know what happens? Not only don't I win. Oh, no. That I can handle. I lose in the most disgusting fucked up ways imagineable. KJ cold calls my set of aces all the way to seventh street and then hits the fucking wheel to stack me.
Then the new guy sits down at the table and cold calls my two pair to seventh street and fucking hits the wheel to stack me. Ohhh and let us not forget the very first hand, I have the very best starting hand 2c3c under and an Ac showing, I pair my ace on fourth, so I do that open raise thing, Jordan, showing a J and a low card raises.
"We're going to chop Dawn, so I'm not scared of your aces." I call. I hit the 6c on the next street. I bet, Jordan raises. I think I hit a King of spades and check, Jordan bets, I call. I fucking brick on the last street with a ten of diamonds, but I have to call his last bet. HE FUCKING HAS QUAD JACKS. QUUUUUUUUUAAAAAADDDDDDDD JJJAAAAACCCKKKS. That was the first stacking. To help out F-train with his counting, I am now stuck FOUR BUY-INS AT MY HOUSE. I rebuy again, playing this game as bad as I've ever played any game --- like as bad as I play hockey, bad and I don't know how to ice skate. So, of course, the new guy, when it's his turn calls Stud Eight AGAIN.
I cannot stop the bleeding.
I get stacked again on a hand where I move all-in on fifth street with a flush draw and a low draw. KJ and the new guy are both going for obvious highs, so I figure if I hit my flush, I'm good for scoopage, but if not, I'll get at least half the pot if I hit the low.
Oh, no. I miss the low, HIT MY FLUSH. BUT KJ AND THE NEW GUY BOTH HIT ACE HIGH FLUSHES.
DUUUUUUDE. THEY BOTH HIT ACE HIGH FLUSHES. BOTH OF THEM. Why won't my keyboard do something capslockier than caps lock? WHHYYY?????
Stacked again.
(That's six buy-ins, blogger formerly known as assface.)
I am losing it. I don't know what I must have looked like, but all the guys were like, Dawn, you should go play in the NLHE game. There's a lot of money over there, you should go."
FUUUUUCCCKKKK YYOOOOUUUUUUU GGGUUYYYYS. My Head was spinning around and my mouth was foaming. GIMMEEE CHIPS.
They looked scared.
Jordan was like "I think this is the first time I've ever seen a poker table try to get a losing player to get up from the game."
"Dammit, I'm going to start pulling a Jamie and just collect tips, fuck playing." I said, as my hands twitched impatiently for the next card.
I kept completing or raising every hand turning the game into like a $4/8 game -- which for you kids at home -- Not. A. Good. Strategy. When. Losing.
I actually managed to more than double up on the next hand-- finally getting a win against the new guy.
This calmed me down a bit.
I win a few more pots and at least had a stack to play in the NLHE game with. with which to play in the NLHE gamn, whatever, go to hell Mrs. Hyde, my English teacher in the seventh grade. Sorry, flashback.
Anyway, Jordan announces that he's leaving after Stud Eight, so the rest of us fill in at the NLHE game. We're on the verge of being twelve handed, when the Mutt announces he's leaving. I only got to play with him a little (he might have been one of the two players who called my tilt K6 all-in), but it was great seeing him back at the Crackhouse again, with pictures of his adorable little Muttlets...puppies? I dunno animal lingo unless we're talking well done or medium-well.
Back at the NLHE table, Leizl or as she will henceforth be known, Buffy the Dawn chip taker, calls my UTG + 1 raise to $6 (in true crackhouse fashion, the blinds are .25/.50) Three more players call and I am like --my aces are in trouble. But then God says, don't worry Dawn. I love you: As Ks Ts. I bet out $25, LEIZL CALLS! THEN HER HUSBAND CALLS All-in for his last $25.
Oh no.
Turn is a 4d and I check, Leizl moves in. I call her. River is a 2c and I say "What do you got Leizl, Ace ten?" She says no "a flush" and tables THREE OF SPADES FOUR OF SPADES.
Again, looking for something stronger than a caps lock here. I've lost count of the buy-ins at this point, but Leizl stacks me again when I have top pair and flush draw against her set. I do not hit.
Ron Lad is similarly stuck, we have a conversation that goes something like:
"Ronnie, will you stop raising, please?"
"Dawn, I'm down, got to get back up."
I laugh. "Dude, you're not down more than I am."
"You kidding? I'm down $240."
"Dude, I passed $240 three hours ago just playing Stud Eight."
We both laugh and I remember the crazy days back in '06 whenever both Ronnie and I would get stuck, we'd rebuy for twenty bucks, get the chips and say "all-in" blind on the next hand.
And someone would double us up without fail and as if he read my mind, he then said.
"Yo, where's Fish?"
I laughed.
The Crackhouse games really are like nothing I've seen anywhere else, except maybe Resorts poker room back in the day.
But the money was flying.
On one hand, I raised to $2 (a joke), everyone calls, Ronnie makes it $11, Gus calls, Leizl calls and Everett, thinks and thinks and then he makes it $42 to go (again this is a QUARTER/FIFTY CENT game), Ronnie moves all-in for his $59 stack. Gus and Leizl get out of the way.
Everett says "you want to do business?" Ronnie shakes his head in the familiar "dude, what part of I am stuck don't you understand?"
Everett says "alright, I'm not folding. Whatever. I call."
I am super excited now.
I'm like wow, look at this huuuge pot.
Do you know what the kids turn over? You don't even know.
You have no idea.
Everett has ACE NINE OFF. Ronnie has ACE Queen. Ace high takes it down. I'm sorry, Ace high Queen kicker.
Everett is all "How do you make that play with Ace Queen?"
Ronnie is all "Kid, Ace Queen looks like quads to me right now."
Oh, and since Ari says I never mention her in these reports, she apparently had quad sevens and got paid before I got to the table. But by the time I got to the table, she had busted twice and was heading out the door. On her way out she said "that's it Everett, I'm never playing with you. You always bust me."
And I said "Dude, Leizl always busts me and I'll play with her again."
"Yeah, well, I'm smarter than you. I like to get my ass kicked my different people."
And she left.
We played for another hour after that six handed. Me, Ronnie, Leizl and her husband and Gus.
There was another insane hand where Ronnie raised to $4.50, Gus called, Leizl raised to $10 straight, Ronnie reraised to $35, Gus AND Leizl cold call. The flop is queen high and Gus moves all-in for $125. Leizl folds, Ronnie offers Gus business (he is Gus' surrogate father) Gus says no. They flip their hands:
Gus shows:
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He stacks Gus and notches his first profit of the night. On the next hand, and last deal. Leizl's husband raises to $10 (we are now four handed) Leizl reraises all-in for $69. HE CALLS.
He has A5off
, she has pocket eights. She hits an eight on the flop and stacks her husband.
And thus endeth the first Crackhouse cash game of the year.
Oh. My. Lord.
posted by Dawn Summers at 11:22 PM
12 Comments:
Pictures and mentions?! Holy shit, it's like I'm real.
Thanks for hosting - it was really fun and I've never played heads up before, so a learning experience too. You fed me and taught me - well played Summers, well played.
And seriously, Everett has just surpassed Jordan for the player who kills me most. Curses on them both.
I hate you and I'm never making my awesome cookies again. You didn't even mention my guacamole.
The cash game sounds very familiar...say Fall 2006 familiar.
I vote to start a little later next time (like 5) so that it doesn't feel like we're missing glorious weather hunched over a poker table.
And also, I second Ari, curses on Jordan and his luckbox ways. ;-)
I'm never making my awesome cookies again.
That's okay, I can buy them from Magnolia's when I go get my strawberry cheesecake ice cream.
This post made me feel all warm and special inside. I was especially amused by
Why won't my keyboard do something capslockier than caps lock? WHHYYY?????
BTW, how many buyins at the end? I stopped counting at 8.
F-train cross-country mocking Dawn, almost as good as in person.
lets play NLHE, but backwards. Worst five card hand wins, and you can play the board or use one or two cards from your hand.
It will be played 2009 WSOP as a 50,000 buy-in event. Just wait.
Only if the apocalypse has come and hell has frozen over by 2008.
Hopefully Sunday's antics bode well for the sequel "Return of the Crackhouse" starring your favourite cast of characters.
I vote for Thursday nights (we've decided to close up shop on Fridays for the summer).
Thursdays works for me too (particularly if there's more "give Alceste your money draw" involved)
Why not try BOLD ITALICS CAPSLOCK?
my mouth, got all watery just reading this blog!
Wheres the game? And how can I jump in! =)
I'm from Central California!
-JD
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