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Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Invitational Redux...aka how to make your draw and not live to enjoy it...aka Help me Work the Numbers [Station]

Here's how I busted Wil from WWdN tonight [that's right getting back-to-back naming rights - is that a first?]. This hand illustrates how my mentality has changed somewhat when it comes to our get togethers. I am willing to race for my stack for the early double now. I am also willing to get it in way behind if priced in, IF I have a stack that can afford the hit.

I finished 5th in MATH yesterday specifically because of two hands I accidentally priced myself into but could afford to lose. I won both, but would have been cool losing both as well. Similarly, I was running well in WWdN again until I was dumb enough to think a flopped set would be good even one of two times on Stars [payback is a bitch as my hand against Wil illustrates nicely]. I then lost pair over pair twice (as the over both times) and then tried a resteal shove with 33 against the button only to bust when called by TT without improvements. So yeah, I took Wil out in a strange way, but overall not unhappy with my play - getting it all in early once as a race and the other times way, way ahead (and covering them by a mile) only to have Pokerstars remind it is a verb as much as a noun. My bounce with the 3s I don't mind either - supershorty survival mode and I like TT's call of course too.

Also had a pretty good run at the 9k at 6pm on FT - 64th of 540ish. Chad was there, but don't think he saw me. Kitty was running great until an untimely exit. I had a huge stack which was crippled when I lost three races in two orbits and by goes me. I am not sure why I take losses at FT so much better than I do on Stars, but it reinforces for me how much perception dictates reality. I bounce on weird beats or lost races on FT and I don't even blink, just look for the next thing to play. On Stars it haunts me. Yet smokkee feels exactly the opposite way. We can't both be right, but we can both be wrong.

So on I go...

I think this hand is worth getting some thoughts on - yeah Hoy, including "You Donkey!" That would be fine too.

I am SB, Wil in position is BB. Folded around to me. Can't remember the level but it was early 50/100 I believe.

I find the Bloody Sasquatch: 34h. Yeah I just made that nickname up right here on the spot. I dedicate it to Eric, who I know loves a good hand nickname. Feel free to spread that one around, I know I'll be dropping it in conversation at every cocktail party I go to for the next month or so.

I 3X it figuring I'll make a play post-flop if the board looks scary. Wil smooth calls. [Pretty sure about this - if I am wrong correct me. Without tracker, I am at the mercy of my recollection which is notorious for focusing on my brilliance, bonhomie and all-round exemplification of all things wondrous, but sometimes to the exclusion of important details like facts.]

Next part of the story goes Jh6h3x.

It's on me with a baby flush draw and bottom pair. So this was my reasoning and I'd truly like your opinions on this analysis and my play. I know I took a while working this out so I am not just saying "here's what I thought" after the fact. This is more-or-less how the debate went: Here is an opportunity to race for the all elusive early big stack.

I did the odds here later, but you know how it is, by now we have a decent guess at most of these numbers anyway.

My guess as to Wil's range in the BB calling just 2x more to see the flop -
AK-AT, 22-AA (although I would really have expected a reraise with JJ-AA, I know Wil can get tricky and he knows I am trying a more aggro style these days, so he might have been willing to let me bet out of position on the flop), 89s-KQs. I ruled out the Hammah cause he didn't reraise preflop. This seems pretty reasonable in retrospect too.

Pot is something like 600. I bet nearly the pot trying to disguise my draw. Wil types in the chat: "you're full of bs." nice read indeed.

He Reverse Hoy's me - and he almost has me covered, so this is it. Normally I don't fuck around with a Hoy unless I am holding the stone cold nuts. I've been schooled a lot on the mystic powers of the Hoy and I don't play that way any longer. But this was actually exactly what I wanted.

If he's ready to die on this hand, it just screams overpair to me...but QQ, KK, AA should have reraised. 88,99,TT all seem likely here. I thought 77 or JJ are possible, but that's pretty much the worst of it: 2 hands where I'll jump in at 70/30. Holding a 3 I am not giving him credit for 33 there. I am also not giving him credit for two hearts with me holding two. One maybe, but not two.

So where does that leave us? Probably an overpair which is a true 50/50 to my holding. If he's got one heart it's just slightly better. If he's overplayed AK-AQ - very unlikely given what I know about his game and what he knows about mine he's dead to 80/20 - unless its AK/Qh which would be 50/50, but I already said I wasn't gonna give him credit for two hearts.

So basically I thought it as likely he was betting the killer sets as he was betting like a moron with AK/AQo. As in very mothafuckin unlikely. Potential sin that, but not one of omission. That left hands that I was a true race against given my baby flush and bottom pair.

No way did I think I was getting in way ahead. But I did think I was getting exactly what I wanted. 50/50 (almost) for a big early stack.

What did I get instead?

JJ for top set. 70 Wil v. 30 moi. nice read on my part no?

'Course I turned the flush to put a nail in our boy's coffin. I think to the table it looked like I called a push on a flush draw, without them noticing I had a pair too giving me 6 more all-important outs against an overpair. Against top set of course they were useless.

So like I said it prolly looked very donkish in real time to people, but I was personally ok with my approach to that hand and best of all have really stopped caring How Things Look.

But what I DO care about is: does this move make sense? I think by the numbers it works out okay (I got better than 2:1 on a coinflip) and it fit the bill for my strategy (favoring a race for the early stack). But I allow I could be way, way off on this one. If I am - be a pal and enlighten. I may not listen, but I am still interested.

Penultimately I will note that the icing was the back-to-back naming rights. Tell me that's a first.

Postpenultimately I should note how karma came round. My next flopped set was killed by a river straight on a pair(77 me)-over-pair (33), which is a MUCH worse pokerstarsing I think everyone will agree. And that was just the beginning of my downward spiral with pairs I got too above.

And ultimately, I have officially given up the belief I will ever win WWdN. The site has told me for a year it ain't gonna happen and today I have gotten the message.

Yeah, yeah... I will still keep trying.

Man's reach must excede his grasp; else what's a Heaven for?

Bastante.

posted by Iakaris aka I.A.K. at 11:11 PM 19 comments

Monday, February 19, 2007

I go deep, and in doing so find [stack]size does indeed mattah...


EDIT: First off congrats to brdweb for a stunning fucking run. Top 40 for a payday upwards of 3k. Interestingly he went out on a hand very similar to the one I did - pushing 55 into preflop raised 99. Just did it about 100 spots higher on the list is all... GREAT WORK.



Gotta say: big fan of playing with tha boyz around.

Also gotta say: I am definitely happy with how I am approaching the game these days. Good preparation and not back on my heels [too often].

Three big hands:
1. I fold AK with two in ahead of me. Many thanks to the Gnome for finding this for me.
FullTiltPoker Game #1826802853: FTOPS Main Event (11292501), Table 68 -
Blinds: 1000/2000 Ante 250
Seat 1: yoelev11 (61,927)
Seat 2: PAINLESS198 (165,752)----look at that fucking stack!
Seat 3: Fear The Frog (15,202)
Seat 4: B4DataLore (53,142)
Seat 5: pickle312 (10,686)
Seat 6: __SnaaakeV__ (19,438)
Seat 7: imthepilot (67,034)
Seat 8: Iakaris (33,549) with A Ko ----- your hero [and mine] ON THA BUTTON, BOYEEE.
Seat 9: direktr (78,983)
Everyone Antes
direktr posts the small blind of 1,000 yoelev11 posts the big blind of 2,000
PAINLESS198 raises to 10,000
Fear The Frog folds
B4DataLore folds
painlesspickle312 folds
__SnaaakeV__ folds
imthepilot raises to 66,784, and is all in [BASTARD! THAT WAS MY MOVE!!!]
Long painful deliberation here. My sense is one of these guys has at least one of my outs.
Iakaris has 15 seconds left to act
Doesn't feel like the best I can do...
Iakaris folds
direktr folds
yoelev11 folds
PAINLESS198: kk? Usual bullshit or does this narrow his range in retrospect?
PAINLESS198 has 15 seconds left to act
PAINLESS198 folds
imthepilot wins the pot (25,250)
Thoughts? It hurt, but it felt like a good move.
2. I push AQd in BB with two in ahead of me - and double nicely when KJd who had reraised from the SB in a fairly straightforward resteal attempt decides to take it all the way home. I felt much better with two in this action than I did on the button with AKo i the first hand.
3. I bust resteal-pushing with an M of 10ish holding 44 when the button calls with 99 and the stack to go with it. Don't hate his play, uncertain of mine... still feels strong. Thoughts?

No suckouts for or against.

No complaints. Kudos to FT (I love FT and FT loves me - NOT a paid endorsement) for a truly awesome structure.
137th out of 3217.
By the time I busted, I realized I was mentally expecting to go all the way. I'm sure a cold deck for a couple of weeks will kill this mindset, but just love where my head's at right now.
Believe I've paid mah boyz up...lemme know if there's an issue.
Bastante por ahora.

posted by Iakaris aka I.A.K. at 12:49 AM 13 comments

Friday, February 16, 2007

Itch meets Scratch...aka Evolutions you don't need to wait millenia for...aka FTOPS ME here I come!

Troubles with your game?

May I humbly [not my strong suit I agree, but nonetheless...] recommend pokah blogging.

I truly don't know how I forgot this key to improvement, but playing without reflecting on what you've seen and done is just plain stupid. Not all of us are going to invest the time and energy in using the online tools the upper tier players we know use and recommend. But if you don't at least use your blog or your notebook to review your questionable plays, you are condemned to repeat the same mistakes endlessly, burying them in excuses instead of forcing the orbits to the mirror in an effort to pull off that sleightest of sleights-of-hand; to see oneself clearly.

Now that I've recommitted to writing about my shortcomings and gaps in the line [obscure electrophysiology reference], I've noticed myself returning to better MTT form, while continuing down this road in developing a bad LAGitude. Nowhere close yet, but I do find myself playing in new ways, sometimes making moves that I intuit without complete understanding. For the first time ever someone referred to me at WWdN as LAGgy in the chatbox, so progress in perception is being made. Of course someone else also called me a donkey, so I take it all with a grain of non-iodinated salt.

This is fun. And since I'm mostly a results-oriented JimFinch, I'm happy to post my the results of my first attempt to win a FTOPS ME seat:



Waffles may be right, I am no lucko, but fortunately there is more than one way to be successful - just ask wunderkind Bill Fillmaff (yes, he is just as fucking hilarious as ever, thank you for asking. I had forgotten a male voice could come in supersoprano...a tone of fierce beauty indeed). So I am making changes and still finding some small successes in the limited time I play NLHE MTTs these days. Who knows, another FTOPS run like last time and I may take the year off...

Which of course leads me to congratulate our brotha Jeciimd, who like yours truly is part of the third oldest profession (after the prostitutes and pimps, society created a position to treat the inevitable venereal diseases - hence the birth of medicine. strange origin I know, but it's a medical fact.) Bloggahs reprahsentin' in the FTOPS baaaay-beeeee...

One hand from my magnificient run, you ask? Please share with us your usual penetrating insights into the nature of success as seen from the top of the mountain you plead while grovelling before me?

Well certainly, I am always happy to oblige my legions of fans...

90 runners. 16 ME seats. 109 buy-in. 17 - 19 get some cash [who gives a fuck?].

Down to 17. Yep...the bubble. Two tables. Shorty on my table down to 3kish with 400/800 blinds +antes. Shorty on other table down to 2kish...ie. on the way out. I am at 6500 and above the fray but by no means safe.

Dealt AKh on the button. MP shorty (4k) pushes.

Q1. Call or fold?

Q2. What do you think I do and why?

____________________________________________

Gave you a little space to mull that one ovah.

I called because in addition to any pair, I included all Aces down to A9, suited connectors from 8/9 up. Plus the chance to end the tournament, with a short stack still left to battle with if I lost. Only 2 hands hurt, I race against 11 pairs, I dominate 4, and am the favourite against 5 SCs tie with AK. Not much of an edge is the only problem, but I felt I might not get even this edge again.

Yet this is a call in context...should I have folded here betting that one of the shorties would bust this orbit and I would get my seat without a fight? What if they doubled up (exactly what happened for the lowest two). I would have folded the best hand I am likely to see in the end game and on the button. Position only gets worse from here.

He turns over QQ and takes it down when the board gives me the bird. I am dead to rights. I feel myself getting tight in my head...telling myself to hang on, let the blinds go through if I have to and wait...a monster will come for me.

Then the other, newer, voice in my head says fuck that. Three hands later, now in MP I am dealt A3o. The table is still running tight since the shorty doubled on both tables. Realizing this hand is dreck but that it has been folded to me, I push. The big stack 9k to my left doesn't call and I immediately know I am going to take it down...every one of the remaining shorties between me and daylight folds and I take down lifesaving blinds to crawl up over 4k. From there, I start firing almost every time it's folded to me in MP to LP. I take down two blinds an orbit for three orbits before I lose my first pot. By the time I lose my internet connection temporarily (FAWK!) I am up to 9100.

That I coast to the seat from there is hardly my point. That I almost imploded and even in retrospect I am ambivalent [EDIT: by ambivalent I mean revolted] about my play is more where I am coming from.

Your thoughts as always appreciated...I've noticed my readership dropped off in my self-imposed exile, and while that's understandable, I will not tolerate it. Anyone who fails to read and comment here on a bi-weekly (or bi-sexual) basis will have their testicles electrocuted the next time we meet. Assuming they have testicles. I'll have to work some contingency plans I admit, but the concept is sound at least...

One last thing. Still like the fact that almost everytime I win my way into something cool, our boy Hoy is waitin' on the signup sheet in view. Encouraging, and with lucko and jeci leading by example, hopefully a lot of us can do some damage this Sunday. I'm definitely thinking good thoughts for you all, so think some for me too.

Papa needs the Paypah, aftah awl...

Bastante!

posted by Iakaris aka I.A.K. at 1:11 AM 9 comments

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Instead of wondering, I just ask...aka Plug my leak, but in a non-Johnnycakes kinda way...

How should the ATC considerations lucko enigmatically addressed two posts ago, [and then elucidated more recently with an example] be applied when approaching the endgame of a deep field MTT? Say two tables left mid-size stack, full ring NLHE but not seeing premiums for orbits and orbits... M 12 ish...

I know, I know HoH2 etc. etc... but don't have mybooks here and I want some easy answers.

That's right...in it's latest incarnation Flights has become my mental crutch wherein I beseech people smarter than me [okay those of you who are dumber than me - yeah, you know who you are - are welcome too] to assist me in my quest to make more money in the face of the current difficulties with online poker. Let's get me over that hurdle folks - ideally in time for FTOPS ME.

Bastante.

posted by Iakaris aka I.A.K. at 11:18 PM 4 comments

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Inevitability's Appearance - but no didn't win...fuck didn't even final table.

This is so satisfying it's almost embarassing. Almost, but not. As the Man in the White Shirt once noted, "It's been a long time coming...well worth the wait."

I got into NLHE because of Wil's posts on poker and his MTT brought me to Stars. It is no stretch at all to draw a line connecting the good things that have happened to me playing poker, WWdN and the WWdN: Invitational. Now Having may or may not be the same thing as wanting, but regardless; it's a fuckload of fun anyway ya look at it.

Nice hand to take our boy out actually. Wil raises in LP with JJ, I to his right, looking at an A and a K from the same court reraise with the intent of racing. he calls. On an all low flop with two of my suit, he open bets. I reraise him almost all-in (my poor math skills at work yet again). He calls and I am counting on two overs and a four-flush. King on turn and something that's eluded me for a long time is now in hand.

Goals are good for the brain.

Wish I had won it of course, I was a monster chipleader early but was a little too loose towards the end and perhaps got a little Dmitri Noble in my hand selection. Oh well, one at a time I suppose. Ingoal was all ovah me - good game biotch, but I will be lookin' fer ya next time.

Okay, prolly more prose than justified by the event, but spiritual feats often seem quite unfathomable from even fifteen feet.

Just ask Judas.

Bastante.

posted by Iakaris aka I.A.K. at 10:31 PM 4 comments

Sunday, February 11, 2007

In Vivo Veritas?...aka The Man Comes Around...Eh-Vegas - Fawkin A.

DP, MAH BROTHA: I TOLD YA BEFORETHIS BLOG WILL NEVAH DIE. ME HEART NLHE MTT POKAH. ME HEART ME POKAH BLOG.

From Sunday:

I just woke up.

It's 2:52pm.

So I have to give big kudos (whatever those might actually be) to the girl who got me back up to T.O. for something resembling a normal evening. I had to be up anyway to see my Dad and get his cath films for review by a friend, but this happy coincidence meant getting a chance to play live again (still a single digit occurrence).

Eh-Vegas, in it's original incarnation, was a terrific success, and perennial light-weight that I am I wasn't around for much of it. Frankly, although I see them infrequently, Jules and Kat remind me a lot of my sisters. They have that same indulgent, mildly humoured look in their eyes when listening to me go on about whatever it is passing through my mind and mouth. Both look like the 9 months since I last saw them has treated them well and good. Graham? Also Aces, and took his jetlag like a real man; ie. without complaint. You would never guess the guy had just traversed the globe ne hours before getting down to brass tacks at the table.

I made the scene just after dinner at Milestones had finished with Jules, Kat, Graham, Astin, Kat Numero Dos (who I hadn't met before, but who is pretty funny and solid at the table) and her boyfriend (?fiance/?husband) Gus. Sorry I missed it because I liked the vibe of the place, but the waiter was a piece of work. Arriving at the endgame, I made a simple play for a Ketel One up with olives. Not exactly the most complex order one might place in a nice TO restaurant. Nonetheless, he couldn't understand a word I said. Well okay, busy restaurant, I was tired from a long week, I could have been mumbling as is occasionally my wont...I repeat it. No joy. Finally I spell it out, and let's be clear, I'm no snob on such issues, but a man has preferences and this boy likes the Dutch. He drifts off looking deeply confused and the minute he hits the perimeter of his audible range I am regaled by stories of just how bad our friend is at his job. Nevah a goot sign...He returns with the somewhat surprising news that this upscale establishment does not carry what I think is about as close to a signature brand as there is. I sigh and order up a Goose, certain they will have it. They do.

I think it was Astin who pointed out that there have been multiple surveys that show despite it's popularity, 90% of its fans cannot identify a Goose in a blind taste taste. Very true and evidence of a great marketing campaign at work for a noble but not great product. Nonetheless, I'll smilingly put 500 tickets down against anyone who wants to bet me I can't identify a Ketel One from striking distance. Finding her is more a game of induction than deduction: she is known to me by an absence of any identifying birthmarks and speaks clearly with a silence on the palatte. So yes, her failure to appear was felt. Her smart and funny sister stood in admirably enough, and after a warmth to gird for the brisk of the crisp Toronto streets we were on our way.

Not far thankfully, and to a well-lit establishment I am now quite fond of. In my fourth live outing I finally had a good day at the table.

We played an 8 handed SNG, allowing an amiable fella named Alex to join us for our $70 buyin 3k game. In the interest of full disclosure I warned the dude up front that he would see 27o more than once, but he didn't believe it under he had folded TPTK twice to scary boards and Bloggah Adepts. Strangely I never saw that monster and had to rely on what may be the most enjoyable All-In I've ever been involved in.

Blinds 200/400 My stack is 4400, about average. Folded around to me in MP. Pocket Jacks. Gold no?

Push. Jules to my right mulls and pulls the trigger, and has me covered exactly. Two have busted already (one of them Kitty on a hideous boat vs. quads misery I won't dwell on).

Flop misses her. Turn Kings her. Rivah makes me smile and doubles me into a monster stack compared to the rest.

I get told how lucky I am but my girl is a pro and takes it well. From my vantage I start firing with this stack at everything that moves. Rarely I get called and lose small pots, mostly I start accumulating many, many blinds. By the time we were three handed I had 80% of the chips. I really do feel lucko has had an impact on how I think about the endgame. Just as Hoy changed the whole way I approached MTT poker, I truly feel there's a lot to be learned through the daily apprenticeship that is reading and mulling on the stuff the stronger players post.

And what do you get for stopping here in lieu of pokery wisdom?

The pleasure of my company of course and the ineffable scent of a beautiful mind at work naturally. Although I allow that smell could be my socks...it's a genetic thing and I ask your pardon.

Cash game worked pretty well too (was up 250 playing 1/2 but of course got too loose and only ended up +65...still for me that is a huge improvement).

Yeah and can I still play MTT poker?

14th in the FT 18k last night. Was in third forever and made a steal from LP with 45o. He pushes his 6k. I am third with 33k. I've only got to call 3.5k or so (no tracker on the laptop) but I am obviously a dog here. Do you call this? I wouldn't have 5 months ago, but I do now. What do you think? I lost and it didn't hurt me much dropped to fourth, but it was the beginning of 40 hands where I saw nothing better than 44 UTG which was played back at fiercely. I know it's not productive to say Card Dead, but it was what it was...the shit hands allowed my passive instincts to come to fore [huge leak!] and I basically plummetted. When I finally picked up 68s - literally the best I had in 5 orbits - I pushed and AJ put me down without improving.

Still, for a guy who never gets to play, this was a needed reminder that I can still get it done.

Yay Me!

Okay, bastante...

Viva Los Flights Por Siempre!

posted by Iakaris aka I.A.K. at 2:51 PM 12 comments

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