It looks like The Baccardi Diaries have been picked up for another episode. Arriving at LAS just after 1330 Friday and leaving about 1530 Monday.
43 days and counting... tick... tick... tick...
And there go another 5 minutes of your life you're not getting back...
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Monday, August 2, 2010
The Steel Panther Test
Just so wrong, especially for me with 2 girls. But still, so damn funny, so Steel Panther.
Four months and eight days til Vegas. Tick...tick...tick...
And there go another 5 minutes of your life you're not getting back...
Four months and eight days til Vegas. Tick...tick...tick...
And there go another 5 minutes of your life you're not getting back...
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Rising From The Ashes
So where've I been you ask? And I mean that rhetorically, since I know YOU weren't asking. Anyway, I stumbled across those five little words that every blogger who innocently (naively?) wants to remain anonymous hopes to never have to say.
My wife found my blog.
There. I said it. And after the extended hiatus, I'm good with it. I think.
The announcement of this year's winter gathering actually gave me the kick in the pants I needed to get back on the horse, so to speak. I'm going again. Sorry to say for all of you. This year's trip has been paid for since the end of last year's trip courtesy of the good people at Harrah's and the fish that play at their LHE tables. I've talked my friend Jerry into making the trip with me and Riggs has also expressed interest in flying out with us. I'll believe that when I see him at the gate.
For those who like to try to plan out their weekend reeeeaaaalllly early, I found out that, according to GVR's website, Steel Panther is now playing on Saturday nights. So it looks like Friday night will play out a bit differently.
Finally, if you made it this far, our 9 year old daughter now has her own website. It's basically a blog in a website wrapper but I won't tell if you won't. She's been bugging us for upwards of a year to start one so, since she is required to do a project as part of getting her junior black belt, we told her she could incorporate the blog into the project.
Check it out here. She already has a better wit about her than her old man, although she likes to keep her posts short and sweet. Only time will tell whether she sticks with it longer than I did mine.
And there go another 5 minutes of your life you're not getting back...
My wife found my blog.
There. I said it. And after the extended hiatus, I'm good with it. I think.
The announcement of this year's winter gathering actually gave me the kick in the pants I needed to get back on the horse, so to speak. I'm going again. Sorry to say for all of you. This year's trip has been paid for since the end of last year's trip courtesy of the good people at Harrah's and the fish that play at their LHE tables. I've talked my friend Jerry into making the trip with me and Riggs has also expressed interest in flying out with us. I'll believe that when I see him at the gate.
For those who like to try to plan out their weekend reeeeaaaalllly early, I found out that, according to GVR's website, Steel Panther is now playing on Saturday nights. So it looks like Friday night will play out a bit differently.
Finally, if you made it this far, our 9 year old daughter now has her own website. It's basically a blog in a website wrapper but I won't tell if you won't. She's been bugging us for upwards of a year to start one so, since she is required to do a project as part of getting her junior black belt, we told her she could incorporate the blog into the project.
Check it out here. She already has a better wit about her than her old man, although she likes to keep her posts short and sweet. Only time will tell whether she sticks with it longer than I did mine.
And there go another 5 minutes of your life you're not getting back...
Monday, February 1, 2010
WBCOOP Results
Played events 5 and 6 and the Main Event. Somehow finished 95th in the 8 game event (boy do I not know what I'm doing in the non-lowball stud events) but fizzled a little over half way through each of the two NLHE events. I admit, though, that I was too distracted on Sunday to really play the event well. Trying to work on one laptop while playing a 2,000 player tournament on another is obviously not something I am capable of.
And there go another 5 minutes of your life you're not getting back...
And there go another 5 minutes of your life you're not getting back...
Monday, January 18, 2010
Friday, January 15, 2010
Overkill
Thankfully it happened at bar league where real money was not a factor or I would have gone ballistic. Final table of 8 and we are playing 400/800. I am BB and not all that healthy, but not totally desparate. UTG min raises, EP calls, MP calls. I find AA and push another 5000 on top all in. UTG calls. MP calls. MP flips 99. UTG flips AA. 9 in the door triples up MP. I chop the 3600 side pot with UTG.
Next hand in the SB. MP limps. LP limps. I find AA again and ship my last 1800. MP calls. LP calls. Flop and turn are all kinds of connected, and LP wins with QTo.
Why do I even bother?
And there go another 5 minutes of your life you're not getting back...
Next hand in the SB. MP limps. LP limps. I find AA again and ship my last 1800. MP calls. LP calls. Flop and turn are all kinds of connected, and LP wins with QTo.
Why do I even bother?
And there go another 5 minutes of your life you're not getting back...
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
WPBT 2009 - The Bacardi Diaries, Part 3
Time. Quite the funny thing in that one's perception of it can warp reality in profound ways. Adding alcohol as a catalyst certainly enhances that particular reaction. This chapter of the recap relies on my trying to reconstruct a timeline, after the fact, as accurately as possible.
Saturday night was passing into Sunday morning and the Geisha Bar was hopping thanks to the tourney runner-up and many willing participants. I could not, however, avoid the allure of -EV games so I sat down at a blogger filled pai gow table. Managed to hit AA up front with a full house behind but didn't have money on the fortune bonus. Oops.
After some amount of time, quite the number of drinks, and about $100 in the black at pai gow, I wandered over to another blogger table. This time it was Let It Ride. A table where a $5200 straight flush was made while I was sparring with the Asian coolers. It was my first time playing the game, but the strategy isn't all that complicated. Managed to dust off the pai gow profit in about an hour, but it was mainly about the comraderie. Please drop a comment if you know who was at that Let It Ride table. For the life of me, I can't remember who I met there.
Anywho, at some point early in the morning (pre-dawn), I made my way back to the IP poker room for some more LHE donkery. Similar to the previous night, I played equally aggressive with air as I did with the nuts and the nice people who were already there eventually grew weary of my shenanigans. Once the table was down to 3, an IP dealer off hours, a crasian waiting for a seat to open at the one NLHE table still going, and myself, I dusted off a bit of my profit, finally leaving around $30 or $40 up for the session.
At that point, I decided to sit down and play a little blackjack before heading upstairs for a few wimks. I bought in at the nickel table for a single hundred and played for what seemed like a couple hours. I remember calling out for a monkey to be dealt every time I wanted the dealer to peel off a face card for a bust, and I seem to remember most of the people that came and went over that session to be at least mildly amused by my drunken antics. It was, by far, my best session ever (for the bottom feeder that I am), running that initial $100 up over $1300. I had worked my way up to betting $25 a hand (unheard of for me) and was still running good when a new dealer came over. Immediately, I got a bad vibe off the guy and, even through the Bacardi haze, I thought the floor had just sent over a cooler. Of course, why would IP care about someone playing at my level? Either way, I played one shoe against the guy, lost about $100, and called it a night up around $1200 at that table.
Somehow I managed to find my room for some sorely needed shut eye as I intended to meet up with everyone for the Sunday football games. I got up with the clock telling me it was little after 10:00 and, while in the shower, it dawned on me that it wasn't necessarily 10:00 AM. Checked my cell when I got out and confirmed that it was, indeed, 10:30 PM Sunday night. According to Facebook, I had updated my status right before I crashed, at 3:17 PM Sunday afternoon. Evidently, I kept drinking and playing 21 from before dawn on Sunday until into the second halves of the late games. Oops.
Now there were only about 11 hours to kill before my flight home on Monday morning. What to do?
To be concluded...
And there go another 5 minutes of your life you're not getting back...
Saturday night was passing into Sunday morning and the Geisha Bar was hopping thanks to the tourney runner-up and many willing participants. I could not, however, avoid the allure of -EV games so I sat down at a blogger filled pai gow table. Managed to hit AA up front with a full house behind but didn't have money on the fortune bonus. Oops.
After some amount of time, quite the number of drinks, and about $100 in the black at pai gow, I wandered over to another blogger table. This time it was Let It Ride. A table where a $5200 straight flush was made while I was sparring with the Asian coolers. It was my first time playing the game, but the strategy isn't all that complicated. Managed to dust off the pai gow profit in about an hour, but it was mainly about the comraderie. Please drop a comment if you know who was at that Let It Ride table. For the life of me, I can't remember who I met there.
Anywho, at some point early in the morning (pre-dawn), I made my way back to the IP poker room for some more LHE donkery. Similar to the previous night, I played equally aggressive with air as I did with the nuts and the nice people who were already there eventually grew weary of my shenanigans. Once the table was down to 3, an IP dealer off hours, a crasian waiting for a seat to open at the one NLHE table still going, and myself, I dusted off a bit of my profit, finally leaving around $30 or $40 up for the session.
At that point, I decided to sit down and play a little blackjack before heading upstairs for a few wimks. I bought in at the nickel table for a single hundred and played for what seemed like a couple hours. I remember calling out for a monkey to be dealt every time I wanted the dealer to peel off a face card for a bust, and I seem to remember most of the people that came and went over that session to be at least mildly amused by my drunken antics. It was, by far, my best session ever (for the bottom feeder that I am), running that initial $100 up over $1300. I had worked my way up to betting $25 a hand (unheard of for me) and was still running good when a new dealer came over. Immediately, I got a bad vibe off the guy and, even through the Bacardi haze, I thought the floor had just sent over a cooler. Of course, why would IP care about someone playing at my level? Either way, I played one shoe against the guy, lost about $100, and called it a night up around $1200 at that table.
Somehow I managed to find my room for some sorely needed shut eye as I intended to meet up with everyone for the Sunday football games. I got up with the clock telling me it was little after 10:00 and, while in the shower, it dawned on me that it wasn't necessarily 10:00 AM. Checked my cell when I got out and confirmed that it was, indeed, 10:30 PM Sunday night. According to Facebook, I had updated my status right before I crashed, at 3:17 PM Sunday afternoon. Evidently, I kept drinking and playing 21 from before dawn on Sunday until into the second halves of the late games. Oops.
Now there were only about 11 hours to kill before my flight home on Monday morning. What to do?
To be concluded...
And there go another 5 minutes of your life you're not getting back...
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