A Year in Review Delivered Over Days Part 2: Summah, Summah Summah! Like a Merry-Go-Round...
Greetings Heathens.
Welcome to the lexicographical powerhouse that is Flights. Herein we continue the highly anticpated and morally ambiguous retrospective that the last twelve glorious months have set the stage for. This day's installment covers Flights true ascendency to the very pinnacle of pokerblogging, and I make that assertion with my well-worn (and characteristic) humility. In this glorious summer, Flights becomes the most popular blog in the history of the InterWeb(tm), and well known bloggahs the world around flocked to her shores in order to bask in her nuturing embrace.
If I never stated it before: You Are All Welcome.
I was happy to give your otherwise dreary existences a close facsimile of meaning whilst I could.
I should note we seem to be building steam again, which is goot. Let's keep those stragglers straggling in, and work this site back up to the commenting UberStop it once was. I believe our high water mark was around 40, but I will settle for something in the mid-teens to low twenties by the end of the month. Baby steps, baby steps, baby steps...
And Without Further Ado:
July 2006:
The sole of wit is to know it's place [great line from a great flick, although Ryan might be the only one who can cite it without using a computah]. “Poker is for faggots” proves that not everyone groks an obvious joke. It also proves without a doubt the Trip is one hell of a guy. He made the Banner for Flights, and proceeds to help me fuck with it whenever my byzantine sense of humor or circumstance dictate. My first ammendment right to insult people I actually like gets violated and no one (starting and finishing with me) seems to care. sic transit etc. etc. etc.
Next came the Summer WPBT and my first live MTT in which I bust KK v QQ teaching me once and forever that online poker is no more rigged than live. Overall a great time spent with Waffles, D, Hoy, Carmen, Weak, Tina and the big surprise of the weekend: Smokkee. By now Tina has posted enough pics of Ray that the gig is up, but I wish to God I had a photo of the look Hoy, D and I gave each other that evening. Priceless. Absofuckinglutely Priceless. Kat & Jules decide to filet Waffles after he calls them yipping poodles, but then realize that allowing him to live and continue to play poker is torture enough. I meet Pauly, Iggy, Al (briefly) and Bobby (WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU GONE JOE DIMAGGIO? Is it me or did The Bracelet move again and not send me a forwarding address?) and find out the Old School is just as righteous as the New. Goot times all around, whether pondering Ansel Adams at Bellagio with Jules & Kitty (yeah yeah and the Hedgehog) or greeting Wawfuls (how the FUCK did I not think of this homonymous rendering?!?! - I am so ashamed of myself I can barely continue) in a towel when that was still a sight to behold, or just chillin with mah boyz D and Hoy in a hotel room when we were too tired/hungry/drunk to do more damage.
I return home to find myself in a photo on Tao. Too Fuckin Cool. I knew I'd get a chance to post that link again! Knew it...Goddam I look goot goot goot.
July proves to be my first real MTT results month. I started playing these because of Hoy and smokkee. I downloaded FT one Thursday we were all playing the Not. Smokkee was in a deep run for a WSOP ME seat, right down to the seat bubble, and everyone was calling out hands in the Stars chatbox. I couldn’t take it anymore so downloaded FT right then and there. At the exact moment smokkee bubbled. For 3.5k I should point out. But somehow I was convinced I had jinxed him. Took days to even start chatting again online, and if you what a talkative bastard I am, that’s saying something.
I win The Not for my first bloggah MTT, create the silent (k) in an inspired stroke, then final table 3 big field MTTs on FT. I chopped the FT 6.5k as my high-water mark. To this day I haven’t taken one down, but as it turns out fourth can be profitable too.
I get to know Peak when he comments on Trip's site after Trip highlighted Flights. He even-handedly noted that while I wasn't to his taste [mine either brotha, mine either...] I did have a distinctive style. I literally snorted coffee reading that, wandered over to his site and added yet another bloggah to the circle just like that. I am still counting on my boy to come through this May when I hit Denver. Les Do Dis Thang, Danny Boy. I tend to think of Peak as my online alter ego. His style is restrained, detail-oriented and lucid. We would all agree I aspire to none of those virtues. We started online close to the same time and started blogging roughly the same time. We play very different games, but we share the belief that there is much to be learned from paying attention to the play of other [albiet select] bloggers. We're prolly both wrong, but at least we're in excellent company.
August 2006:
There are close to a hundred people stopping by on a regular basis. I do consistently well in blogger MTTs and begin an epic assault on the FT 20K. I make the final three tables three different times, suffering mightily on the way out the door; illustrated best when I bubble in tenth to a four-outer on the rivah. I start to experiment with tightening up in the midgame but discover a strange reality. The annoying fact is that when I run deep, my strategy has me running short, a minimal threat to a win. To date I am haunted by this flaw in my approach.
Now reading through these posts with the advantage of hindsight, I admit I see the beginning of blog fatigue. For one thing there are fewer posts, and they are sadly more focused on recapping tournies as opposed to actually blathering on meaninglessly with words like 'obfuscate' and 'perfidious'. Perhaps I post less frequently under the assumption I will be starting my new job in September and should focus more on the work to come?
Laughably, laughably wrong…but fortunately the story finds a happy ending.
September 2006:
I coin the light-years ahead of its time pejorative "taint-hound" in a moment of diabolical inspiration. The first person I use it on is not amused. Still makes me chuckle. It is a sign that the community has a way of ironing out these little wrinkles that Steve-o and I are on good terms to this date. To be truthful, out of all the words and unique spells I feel I gave to the 'sphere, Taint-Hound remained my favourite. The fact she never caught on the way I hoped she would remains a stinging rebuke. Perhaps now, properly aged, I could encourage the brethren to grant this chatbox-safe masterpiece a second season? Vamos a ver...
Overall a strong month MTTing highlighted by two FT20k final 20 finishes, winning the Mookie, and final tabling WWdN a bunch of times (Mr. RunnerUp sadly). E, having temporarily deleted his blog, posts invisibly on mine. No one notices the difference.
The next week I have a brain-dead llama (no, not Wawfuls) guest host. No one notices the difference.
Signs of things to come.
MTF.
Welcome to the lexicographical powerhouse that is Flights. Herein we continue the highly anticpated and morally ambiguous retrospective that the last twelve glorious months have set the stage for. This day's installment covers Flights true ascendency to the very pinnacle of pokerblogging, and I make that assertion with my well-worn (and characteristic) humility. In this glorious summer, Flights becomes the most popular blog in the history of the InterWeb(tm), and well known bloggahs the world around flocked to her shores in order to bask in her nuturing embrace.
If I never stated it before: You Are All Welcome.
I was happy to give your otherwise dreary existences a close facsimile of meaning whilst I could.
I should note we seem to be building steam again, which is goot. Let's keep those stragglers straggling in, and work this site back up to the commenting UberStop it once was. I believe our high water mark was around 40, but I will settle for something in the mid-teens to low twenties by the end of the month. Baby steps, baby steps, baby steps...
And Without Further Ado:
July 2006:
The sole of wit is to know it's place [great line from a great flick, although Ryan might be the only one who can cite it without using a computah]. “Poker is for faggots” proves that not everyone groks an obvious joke. It also proves without a doubt the Trip is one hell of a guy. He made the Banner for Flights, and proceeds to help me fuck with it whenever my byzantine sense of humor or circumstance dictate. My first ammendment right to insult people I actually like gets violated and no one (starting and finishing with me) seems to care. sic transit etc. etc. etc.
Next came the Summer WPBT and my first live MTT in which I bust KK v QQ teaching me once and forever that online poker is no more rigged than live. Overall a great time spent with Waffles, D, Hoy, Carmen, Weak, Tina and the big surprise of the weekend: Smokkee. By now Tina has posted enough pics of Ray that the gig is up, but I wish to God I had a photo of the look Hoy, D and I gave each other that evening. Priceless. Absofuckinglutely Priceless. Kat & Jules decide to filet Waffles after he calls them yipping poodles, but then realize that allowing him to live and continue to play poker is torture enough. I meet Pauly, Iggy, Al (briefly) and Bobby (WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU GONE JOE DIMAGGIO? Is it me or did The Bracelet move again and not send me a forwarding address?) and find out the Old School is just as righteous as the New. Goot times all around, whether pondering Ansel Adams at Bellagio with Jules & Kitty (yeah yeah and the Hedgehog) or greeting Wawfuls (how the FUCK did I not think of this homonymous rendering?!?! - I am so ashamed of myself I can barely continue) in a towel when that was still a sight to behold, or just chillin with mah boyz D and Hoy in a hotel room when we were too tired/hungry/drunk to do more damage.
I return home to find myself in a photo on Tao. Too Fuckin Cool. I knew I'd get a chance to post that link again! Knew it...Goddam I look goot goot goot.
July proves to be my first real MTT results month. I started playing these because of Hoy and smokkee. I downloaded FT one Thursday we were all playing the Not. Smokkee was in a deep run for a WSOP ME seat, right down to the seat bubble, and everyone was calling out hands in the Stars chatbox. I couldn’t take it anymore so downloaded FT right then and there. At the exact moment smokkee bubbled. For 3.5k I should point out. But somehow I was convinced I had jinxed him. Took days to even start chatting again online, and if you what a talkative bastard I am, that’s saying something.
I win The Not for my first bloggah MTT, create the silent (k) in an inspired stroke, then final table 3 big field MTTs on FT. I chopped the FT 6.5k as my high-water mark. To this day I haven’t taken one down, but as it turns out fourth can be profitable too.
I get to know Peak when he comments on Trip's site after Trip highlighted Flights. He even-handedly noted that while I wasn't to his taste [mine either brotha, mine either...] I did have a distinctive style. I literally snorted coffee reading that, wandered over to his site and added yet another bloggah to the circle just like that. I am still counting on my boy to come through this May when I hit Denver. Les Do Dis Thang, Danny Boy. I tend to think of Peak as my online alter ego. His style is restrained, detail-oriented and lucid. We would all agree I aspire to none of those virtues. We started online close to the same time and started blogging roughly the same time. We play very different games, but we share the belief that there is much to be learned from paying attention to the play of other [albiet select] bloggers. We're prolly both wrong, but at least we're in excellent company.
August 2006:
There are close to a hundred people stopping by on a regular basis. I do consistently well in blogger MTTs and begin an epic assault on the FT 20K. I make the final three tables three different times, suffering mightily on the way out the door; illustrated best when I bubble in tenth to a four-outer on the rivah. I start to experiment with tightening up in the midgame but discover a strange reality. The annoying fact is that when I run deep, my strategy has me running short, a minimal threat to a win. To date I am haunted by this flaw in my approach.
Now reading through these posts with the advantage of hindsight, I admit I see the beginning of blog fatigue. For one thing there are fewer posts, and they are sadly more focused on recapping tournies as opposed to actually blathering on meaninglessly with words like 'obfuscate' and 'perfidious'. Perhaps I post less frequently under the assumption I will be starting my new job in September and should focus more on the work to come?
Laughably, laughably wrong…but fortunately the story finds a happy ending.
September 2006:
I coin the light-years ahead of its time pejorative "taint-hound" in a moment of diabolical inspiration. The first person I use it on is not amused. Still makes me chuckle. It is a sign that the community has a way of ironing out these little wrinkles that Steve-o and I are on good terms to this date. To be truthful, out of all the words and unique spells I feel I gave to the 'sphere, Taint-Hound remained my favourite. The fact she never caught on the way I hoped she would remains a stinging rebuke. Perhaps now, properly aged, I could encourage the brethren to grant this chatbox-safe masterpiece a second season? Vamos a ver...
Overall a strong month MTTing highlighted by two FT20k final 20 finishes, winning the Mookie, and final tabling WWdN a bunch of times (Mr. RunnerUp sadly). E, having temporarily deleted his blog, posts invisibly on mine. No one notices the difference.
The next week I have a brain-dead llama (no, not Wawfuls) guest host. No one notices the difference.
Signs of things to come.
MTF.
posted by Iakaris aka I.A.K. at 8:36 PM
5 Comments:
That is a DAMN good picture of you on the Tao. You'll always be a supermodel in my book.
And if bracelet moved, he didn't send me a forwarding address either. Maybe it's a conspiracy to keep the two of us away :)
geezus. and to think i was just happy you were posting again.
bobby is out there.
Are you sure that you and Miami Don aren't twins?
I feel like I should comment cuz the post was so great... but I don't know what to say... hate to leave the ol' cliche "good post!" and I'm clearly flaming now so I'm out.
Hah! As if you're really going to make it out to Denver later this year. Nice try Iak.
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