In Absentia...Excelsius?
Well that was the unfortunate and unavoidable proof that my real life is getting in the way of my life as an online poker playing dilletante/debutante. Next on the list will have to be jettisoning the wife and kids, in order to really start my 9 circle descent in earnest. It's a damn shame too; she's a good girl - beautiful, engaging and accomplished - and the puddings have been fun too. But in truth, I am a simple, "no messing around" kind of guy, and today my schedule got seriously fubard by that the stickling inconvenience I am coming to think of as my old life. Yep, I too see an intervention looming in the near future, but that still gives me some time to make a run at the Main Event first.
Signed up for the Mookie days ago, primarily for a chance to actually hang with Bone Daddy and shoot the breeze for more than the 5 to -5 seconds I get at WWdN from when he greets me to when I exit. [That's no joke. My man is serious and admitted bad juju for me, see previous posts and his responses for proof positive!] As it turned out, I was just about as effective a player in my absence as I have been when actually looking at the cards I'm dealt and making considered decisions.
Think about that for a second.
With all the controversy about poker bots circulating these days, I am faced with the possibility that it's not a sophisticated piece of software I should worry about - I apparently can be replaced by any old marsupial trained to sit in my comfy leather chair and hit the fold button repeatedly for 45 minutes.
I seriously apologize if my absence slowed play down for any stuck at my table...I hope the computer sat me out , but it wasn't immediately clear to me if it did. If it didn't, it must have been pretty irritating to have to wait for me to time out. Again, apologies. I was driving back from visiting the sibs in Youngstown (probably have to get rid of the lot of them too) and just got out much later than I wanted to. I was going out of my skin on the way home too, which is kind of funny I think, but being the good dad I am (and having done a Emergency Medicine rotation in a Level 1 Trauma Center as a resident) I just can't bring myself to speed; the stakes are too high for me.
Actually my wife just got back from a conference in Vegas today, just prior to me whisking her off to Youngstown. First time she's ever been there. Now as for me, I have not made the pilgrimmage yet. Ever. In 35 years. Are you getting some sense how screwed up your life can get becoming a physician. All the things that really count can just slip by you. But no more. I'm planning a semi-retirement this summer and I am definitely going. Gotta lose my Vegas cherry before I hit the Main Event '09 (projected field of 43, 287).
Feeling every bit like Sisyphus, I shuttle 3 sleepy and somewhat corpulent toddlers from the slickest looking minivan you are likely to see ['06 Oddyssey Black on Black/Leather/DVD/Nav: If a minivan ever could be cool, this would be the one - but I acknowledge that a minivan just can't be cool. Except for the A-Team's - that bitch kicked ass!] , and drop them in bed fast as I can. I power up my 6 year-old Dell - a tool so slow that the letters lag behind my typing by about a word-and-a-half average. Yes, I agree the slow drive speed is likely related to the Terabyte of porn I've downloaded and deleted in the past five years, but there you have it.
I find myself with less than 500 little guys remaining from my original tribe. Where did you boys all go? Daddy was on the way, you were supposed to stay put. Blinds 75/150. M=3=me not long for tournament. But do I push first hand I see? Nope...I wait it out for all of two hands before I run into kings. I try hard to channel GRob from yesterday and push. No Aces, and they hold up. But I am rightly criticized for poor form for failing to execute a Hoyazo. That the critcism comes from no less than the HammerPlayer himself, who in addtion would have also been the victim is an irony worthy of a Cosmo Kramer tale sold to one J. Peterman.
500+ and who knows. I push again to raises with A7 suited; the Accidental Tourist, if you will. And so ends my tournament, about 7 minutes after I actually tried to play poker... Still it sounded like people are beginning to recognize my handle (likely as "live bait", but truly there is no bad publicity) and I appreciated the good wishes for the brief time I was there.
Epilogue:
Before I started writing tonight, I spent thirty minutes reading Don's and Carmen's blogs, and I have to say (remember I'm still relatively new at this), this is a fascinating way to meet people. To just walk in the door and start to learn from someone's considerable experience or share another's enthusiasms and anxieties out of the blue is pretty damn cool. I post my Life According to Me stuff on my other blog, so if you're curious, all are welcome there as well, but its very non-poker. And yep, I know I stole that concept from Pauly, but some consider imitation to be...well you know.
Cya out there.
Signed up for the Mookie days ago, primarily for a chance to actually hang with Bone Daddy and shoot the breeze for more than the 5 to -5 seconds I get at WWdN from when he greets me to when I exit. [That's no joke. My man is serious and admitted bad juju for me, see previous posts and his responses for proof positive!] As it turned out, I was just about as effective a player in my absence as I have been when actually looking at the cards I'm dealt and making considered decisions.
Think about that for a second.
With all the controversy about poker bots circulating these days, I am faced with the possibility that it's not a sophisticated piece of software I should worry about - I apparently can be replaced by any old marsupial trained to sit in my comfy leather chair and hit the fold button repeatedly for 45 minutes.
I seriously apologize if my absence slowed play down for any stuck at my table...I hope the computer sat me out , but it wasn't immediately clear to me if it did. If it didn't, it must have been pretty irritating to have to wait for me to time out. Again, apologies. I was driving back from visiting the sibs in Youngstown (probably have to get rid of the lot of them too) and just got out much later than I wanted to. I was going out of my skin on the way home too, which is kind of funny I think, but being the good dad I am (and having done a Emergency Medicine rotation in a Level 1 Trauma Center as a resident) I just can't bring myself to speed; the stakes are too high for me.
Actually my wife just got back from a conference in Vegas today, just prior to me whisking her off to Youngstown. First time she's ever been there. Now as for me, I have not made the pilgrimmage yet. Ever. In 35 years. Are you getting some sense how screwed up your life can get becoming a physician. All the things that really count can just slip by you. But no more. I'm planning a semi-retirement this summer and I am definitely going. Gotta lose my Vegas cherry before I hit the Main Event '09 (projected field of 43, 287).
Feeling every bit like Sisyphus, I shuttle 3 sleepy and somewhat corpulent toddlers from the slickest looking minivan you are likely to see ['06 Oddyssey Black on Black/Leather/DVD/Nav: If a minivan ever could be cool, this would be the one - but I acknowledge that a minivan just can't be cool. Except for the A-Team's - that bitch kicked ass!] , and drop them in bed fast as I can. I power up my 6 year-old Dell - a tool so slow that the letters lag behind my typing by about a word-and-a-half average. Yes, I agree the slow drive speed is likely related to the Terabyte of porn I've downloaded and deleted in the past five years, but there you have it.
I find myself with less than 500 little guys remaining from my original tribe. Where did you boys all go? Daddy was on the way, you were supposed to stay put. Blinds 75/150. M=3=me not long for tournament. But do I push first hand I see? Nope...I wait it out for all of two hands before I run into kings. I try hard to channel GRob from yesterday and push. No Aces, and they hold up. But I am rightly criticized for poor form for failing to execute a Hoyazo. That the critcism comes from no less than the HammerPlayer himself, who in addtion would have also been the victim is an irony worthy of a Cosmo Kramer tale sold to one J. Peterman.
500+ and who knows. I push again to raises with A7 suited; the Accidental Tourist, if you will. And so ends my tournament, about 7 minutes after I actually tried to play poker... Still it sounded like people are beginning to recognize my handle (likely as "live bait", but truly there is no bad publicity) and I appreciated the good wishes for the brief time I was there.
Epilogue:
Before I started writing tonight, I spent thirty minutes reading Don's and Carmen's blogs, and I have to say (remember I'm still relatively new at this), this is a fascinating way to meet people. To just walk in the door and start to learn from someone's considerable experience or share another's enthusiasms and anxieties out of the blue is pretty damn cool. I post my Life According to Me stuff on my other blog, so if you're curious, all are welcome there as well, but its very non-poker. And yep, I know I stole that concept from Pauly, but some consider imitation to be...well you know.
Cya out there.
posted by Iakaris aka I.A.K. at 11:36 PM
4 Comments:
"I find myself with less than 500 little guys remaining from my original tribe. Where did you boys all go? Daddy was on the way, you were supposed to stay put."
Too funny...Thanks for playing last night, hopefully next time we can have you around a little longer.
Hey!! It was good playing with you last night. I hope to see you in some more of the blogger events. Don referred me to your blog and I really like it. I'm gonna add you to my links - have a good day :)
Mookie and Carmen,
Thanks for stopping by and the kind words. It's very cool to think people are actually reading this. I'll see you both (ideally at the start) of next week's WWdN and Mookie.
Classic Post, the funning thing was, I stopped by your table and chatted with you for 5 minutes, before I relaized you weren't there.
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