I all alone beweep my outcast state - no, wait; that was last post...aka Today's CallOut has nothing to do with Star Trek...aka A broadspectrum appeal
PLAY DADI! [Best. Banner. Evah. Nice work J. And Congrats to JX3 on his Mookie redux. Nice, brotha. Nice.]
PLAY THE BIG GAME!
Popularize the word Uberboo – it’s at least as funny as truthiness and look where that wound up!
Now quietly mock my inability to properly post graphics on my blog. Blogger hates me, but I still got a chubby for her.
The last post may have been the most cathartic thing I’ve written about my play since I documented finally breaking even as an online NLHE player a few months ago [If you’re inclined to look it up make sure to read Jordan’s comment which still makes me smile. Sign of things to come, no doubt. Edit: too dumb to link it but it was mid May: called In praise of [my] Mediocrity...] I appreciate all the feedback, I always do. I think I have to take the extra step of specifically pointing out that while Steve felt the need to apologize to me, there was absolutely no need. He had no fault in my hubris-driven exit and if there was any uncertainty about that in what I wrote let me correct it here.
I played poker all day two days ago and was roughly used from start to finish, but managed to end the 24 hour period in a very good headspace. Usually I could look to credit a loving spouse and three pretty entertaining freeloaders. This time I would credit my friends in this invisible little world of ours. Jo – your insights appreciated as always. Fuel, getting me back on the horse after having been batted around by sequential beats (none too horrible on their own, but in context a little hard to take) and sequential lost races in both The Mookie and The 20k (whadya want; some love affairs end slowly!) was the best thing for me. I’ll file the not inconsequential hit to the roll under Miscellaneous Expenses: Therapy.
On exactly this note, mah boy D has a post that hits it on the head. I truly feel sorry for people who play poker without a network of people they can count on and discuss strategy/hands with – or just bitch to when it feels like the Wheel of Fortune is crushing them beneath its roll.
Now to today’s Big Game preview. Currently sitting at 16 warriors (nice to see our boy Waffles is in and who is Mike Maloney?) and counting. 18 would make me smile, and 27 would blow the mind. I saw CracknAces is posting the banner so here’s hoping he’s in too. I’ve missed the chance to meet Chad twice now in Vegas, but I have busted to him in spectacu-donk fashion once in the 12k, so maybe it’s payback time. Some might argue that they would rather have weaker players playing for better EV. I personally think the whole point of the Big Game is to put the best game you can bring up against the best MTT players in our extended circle and see where you end up. With deep stacks and full rings, skill should hold the day. That’s not to say suckouts won’t abound – they will; it’s just that unless you are a push monkey, you should be able to survive one or two and mount a comeback. Leave it to a cash game specialist to come up with an MTTers dream come true. First is already worth more than 400 clams – so get registered and do it early to build “momentum”, as we spin doctors like to call it.
So far I’m 1 for 2 with these CallOuts as Percentile Doom (what the hell does that mean, Wes? It sounds badass, but I’d like the backstory.) has signed up. It’s possible he did so before I posted, but being the egomaniac I am, I’m happy to take the credit. I am still waiting on my favourite Ex-D girl to work some token magic, but I’m keeping the faith. Does it go without needing to be said that No One should care who the hell I call out here, especially those called out? It isn’t even my tournament! And Don hasn’t sanctioned any of this in any way. Good. It’s quite simple really; if you don’t see your name here you should assume only one of three things:
1. I know you well enough to be certain you will show up or have a good bankroll/outside commitment reason not to.
2. I think I have incredibly bad luck against you and want to minimize the chance you will sit to my left.
3. I despise you/I don’t respect your game/I don’t think you’re good enough to donate 69 bucks to the prize pool/I am completely unaware of you/I think I am better than you as a human being.
Now if you are going to take guesses as to what is going through my head, I’d just ask that you lean heavily towards #1 with a sprinkle of #2. Number 3 is not in play at all – but being the sweet souled folksinger I am, I just thought I should put it to rest. Kumbaya and moving right along.
Since we went Old School (don’t take that the wrong way Change!) the first time out, and New School the next, I thought I’d try something a little different this time.
Wish You Were Here: Wil Wheaton Edition (anyone who knows Wil, do me a favor and point him in this direction today or tomorrow, eh?)
Prime Reason Wil should play The Big Game:
We already have a certain degree of hipness inherent in any event smokkee registers for, however it would be just cricket of you to lend your celebrity and good name to this worthy charitable cause. Mmmmm? What charity? Excellent question. The entire prize pool minus the complete prizes for first through the last paying position and excluding rake in its totality will be donated to Habitat for Inhumanity – a recently formed NGO dedicated to building houses for war criminals and seal bashers. And people who don’t recycle. The ribbon is mauve, if you were curious.
What Wil has to gain from The Big Game:
Unadulterated Glory – unless of course you prefer your glory adulterated. We here at the Flights of Iakaris Control Tower & Command Center have a strict No Questions Asked policy in regards to how a winner’s glory is deseminated. [Subtle etymological joke there] What happens during and shortly after the Big Game stays there. That is until the 20 or so writers who played all give their versions of how it went down to that mass of plugged up inter-tubes known as the blogosphere.
What Wil has to lose in The Big Game:
Only your dignity – and if you’re anything like me you put precious little stock in that; hence our careers as bloggers. Mmmm? You say this isn’t either of our careers, but instead a creative outlet and medium for sharing the vagaries of the web? Indeed. Nonetheless, I stand by Only Your Dignity. And I think with deep stacks and this prize pool you’ll find tactical liberation from any one making dumb moves against you in the hopes of naming/bragging rights. I thought that would appeal to Pauly too, but he’s on a road trip, so maybe next time.
Only Acceptable Excuse Wil will pass on The Big Game:
Ya know…the whole religious/conservative antigambling stance he’s been espousing for months now. I agree playing the Big Game might strike some of your neo-con base as hypocritical. Just tell them you are donating your winnings to Habitat for Inhumanity. Charity is teh shit these days.
Alright that’s it. I’m running out of days, so let me hit a few people in brief it would be fun to engage at Wolf 359.
Troublecat: I’m a little surprised he hasn’t signed up, but it may not be a big enough game. Should be goot dimes, goot dimes, Absinthe – mull it over.
The Wandering Gnome: Planning on arriving fashionably late? No harm in that, just remembah FT has no truly late registration.
Marxst: By far one of the best table talkers I know and 100% reliable for moves that defy all mathematical/logical sense but work like a cobra flute.
Drraz: Not a blogger, but a MATH original and abso-fucking-lutely hilarious. Get yer ass in the game – the ensuing meltdown when someone busts you with a low flush over your straight should make the night regardless of how things work out for me. Besides Jeci is playing.
Okay – enough for now. I was saving tomorrows Call Out for Waffles, but apparently there’s no need. Good Job, man.
Laytah.
PLAY THE BIG GAME!
Popularize the word Uberboo – it’s at least as funny as truthiness and look where that wound up!
Now quietly mock my inability to properly post graphics on my blog. Blogger hates me, but I still got a chubby for her.
The last post may have been the most cathartic thing I’ve written about my play since I documented finally breaking even as an online NLHE player a few months ago [If you’re inclined to look it up make sure to read Jordan’s comment which still makes me smile. Sign of things to come, no doubt. Edit: too dumb to link it but it was mid May: called In praise of [my] Mediocrity...] I appreciate all the feedback, I always do. I think I have to take the extra step of specifically pointing out that while Steve felt the need to apologize to me, there was absolutely no need. He had no fault in my hubris-driven exit and if there was any uncertainty about that in what I wrote let me correct it here.
I played poker all day two days ago and was roughly used from start to finish, but managed to end the 24 hour period in a very good headspace. Usually I could look to credit a loving spouse and three pretty entertaining freeloaders. This time I would credit my friends in this invisible little world of ours. Jo – your insights appreciated as always. Fuel, getting me back on the horse after having been batted around by sequential beats (none too horrible on their own, but in context a little hard to take) and sequential lost races in both The Mookie and The 20k (whadya want; some love affairs end slowly!) was the best thing for me. I’ll file the not inconsequential hit to the roll under Miscellaneous Expenses: Therapy.
On exactly this note, mah boy D has a post that hits it on the head. I truly feel sorry for people who play poker without a network of people they can count on and discuss strategy/hands with – or just bitch to when it feels like the Wheel of Fortune is crushing them beneath its roll.
Now to today’s Big Game preview. Currently sitting at 16 warriors (nice to see our boy Waffles is in and who is Mike Maloney?) and counting. 18 would make me smile, and 27 would blow the mind. I saw CracknAces is posting the banner so here’s hoping he’s in too. I’ve missed the chance to meet Chad twice now in Vegas, but I have busted to him in spectacu-donk fashion once in the 12k, so maybe it’s payback time. Some might argue that they would rather have weaker players playing for better EV. I personally think the whole point of the Big Game is to put the best game you can bring up against the best MTT players in our extended circle and see where you end up. With deep stacks and full rings, skill should hold the day. That’s not to say suckouts won’t abound – they will; it’s just that unless you are a push monkey, you should be able to survive one or two and mount a comeback. Leave it to a cash game specialist to come up with an MTTers dream come true. First is already worth more than 400 clams – so get registered and do it early to build “momentum”, as we spin doctors like to call it.
So far I’m 1 for 2 with these CallOuts as Percentile Doom (what the hell does that mean, Wes? It sounds badass, but I’d like the backstory.) has signed up. It’s possible he did so before I posted, but being the egomaniac I am, I’m happy to take the credit. I am still waiting on my favourite Ex-D girl to work some token magic, but I’m keeping the faith. Does it go without needing to be said that No One should care who the hell I call out here, especially those called out? It isn’t even my tournament! And Don hasn’t sanctioned any of this in any way. Good. It’s quite simple really; if you don’t see your name here you should assume only one of three things:
1. I know you well enough to be certain you will show up or have a good bankroll/outside commitment reason not to.
2. I think I have incredibly bad luck against you and want to minimize the chance you will sit to my left.
3. I despise you/I don’t respect your game/I don’t think you’re good enough to donate 69 bucks to the prize pool/I am completely unaware of you/I think I am better than you as a human being.
Now if you are going to take guesses as to what is going through my head, I’d just ask that you lean heavily towards #1 with a sprinkle of #2. Number 3 is not in play at all – but being the sweet souled folksinger I am, I just thought I should put it to rest. Kumbaya and moving right along.
Since we went Old School (don’t take that the wrong way Change!) the first time out, and New School the next, I thought I’d try something a little different this time.
Wish You Were Here: Wil Wheaton Edition (anyone who knows Wil, do me a favor and point him in this direction today or tomorrow, eh?)
Prime Reason Wil should play The Big Game:
We already have a certain degree of hipness inherent in any event smokkee registers for, however it would be just cricket of you to lend your celebrity and good name to this worthy charitable cause. Mmmmm? What charity? Excellent question. The entire prize pool minus the complete prizes for first through the last paying position and excluding rake in its totality will be donated to Habitat for Inhumanity – a recently formed NGO dedicated to building houses for war criminals and seal bashers. And people who don’t recycle. The ribbon is mauve, if you were curious.
What Wil has to gain from The Big Game:
Unadulterated Glory – unless of course you prefer your glory adulterated. We here at the Flights of Iakaris Control Tower & Command Center have a strict No Questions Asked policy in regards to how a winner’s glory is deseminated. [Subtle etymological joke there] What happens during and shortly after the Big Game stays there. That is until the 20 or so writers who played all give their versions of how it went down to that mass of plugged up inter-tubes known as the blogosphere.
What Wil has to lose in The Big Game:
Only your dignity – and if you’re anything like me you put precious little stock in that; hence our careers as bloggers. Mmmm? You say this isn’t either of our careers, but instead a creative outlet and medium for sharing the vagaries of the web? Indeed. Nonetheless, I stand by Only Your Dignity. And I think with deep stacks and this prize pool you’ll find tactical liberation from any one making dumb moves against you in the hopes of naming/bragging rights. I thought that would appeal to Pauly too, but he’s on a road trip, so maybe next time.
Only Acceptable Excuse Wil will pass on The Big Game:
Ya know…the whole religious/conservative antigambling stance he’s been espousing for months now. I agree playing the Big Game might strike some of your neo-con base as hypocritical. Just tell them you are donating your winnings to Habitat for Inhumanity. Charity is teh shit these days.
Alright that’s it. I’m running out of days, so let me hit a few people in brief it would be fun to engage at Wolf 359.
Troublecat: I’m a little surprised he hasn’t signed up, but it may not be a big enough game. Should be goot dimes, goot dimes, Absinthe – mull it over.
The Wandering Gnome: Planning on arriving fashionably late? No harm in that, just remembah FT has no truly late registration.
Marxst: By far one of the best table talkers I know and 100% reliable for moves that defy all mathematical/logical sense but work like a cobra flute.
Drraz: Not a blogger, but a MATH original and abso-fucking-lutely hilarious. Get yer ass in the game – the ensuing meltdown when someone busts you with a low flush over your straight should make the night regardless of how things work out for me. Besides Jeci is playing.
Okay – enough for now. I was saving tomorrows Call Out for Waffles, but apparently there’s no need. Good Job, man.
Laytah.
posted by Iakaris aka I.A.K. at 12:05 PM
6 Comments:
Damnit Ike, I can't find that break even post. Link to it, ya bastard. I want to bask in my own comment.
since I am one of the few that speak Canuck and could translate this:
anyone who knows Wil, do me a favor and point him in this direction today or tomorrow, eh?)
I took it upon myself to do just that. Does he even play on FTP though? Not sure.
Also - Mike Maloney is a reader of ours on CS and blogs at http://secondcitysaint.com/
He has decided to join the game Sunday night. Does that answer all your questions?
Just like you, I have no idea what "PercentileDoom" means, but I thought it sounded cool.
Stop trying to get too many quality players in!
Best of luck at the Big Game.
2. I think I have incredibly bad luck against you and want to minimize the chance you will sit to my left.
I guess it is a good thing I will be gainfully employed and not appearing as an Exit sign to your immediate left!
good post Iak. i'd like to see the players you mentioned on Sunday.
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