A Poker Predicament

Question 1: You find yourself on the Button, 9 players still at the table, everyone folds to you… And you have Rockets. What do you do?

Answer: Raise, but not too much. You want some action from the blinds. You raise 3x the Big blind. Both Small and Big call you – game on.

Question 2: Flop comes Ten of Diamonds, King of Diamonds, King of Clubs. SB checks, BB bets 200 (5x Big Blind). If he has a King, you’re screwed and left with 2 outs. What do you do?

Answer: Fold them up? Probably the best play. But you’re stubborn. Your Aces have to win. Hey, there’s only a 15% chance that this guy can win, assuming that he doesn’t have a King and is bluffing. But if he holds the King, there is a 91% chance you are going to lose. You call anyways.

Question 3: Turn shows a 3 of Spades. No help. He checks – a sign of weakness. What do you do?

Answer: You bet. And he calls immediately. He probably does have that King (in which case you are about 5% to win).

The river is dealt. It could be the most glorious card you have ever seen – Ace of Diamonds. You have a boat – Aces full of Kings. You bet 120 (should have bet more), he calls and shows up King-Jack of Spades. You win. You shouldn’t have won, but you did. Lucky Bastard.

Lets not think about the 2 hands that could have destroyed you (pocket kings – giving him 4 of a kind; or Queen-Jack of Diamonds – giving him the elusive Royal Flush).

As a side note, my poker skills have gotten pretty decent. I was totally prepared to fold this hand. In fact, if I was in Vegas, I would have folded. And I would have showed my opponent that I was capable of laying down such a monster hand. And I would have kicked his ass later on a stone cold bluff. Nooch.

Poker is getting better…

I think I am finally done with my poker losing streak, which started back here. In the past week I have only not placed twice, out of 9 games (most of them $10 buy-ins). Of the six games that I have placed in, I have taken 1st place twice ($67.50), 2nd place twice ($40.50), and 3rd place 3 times ($36).

In fact, I got some great luck at my table tonight. I was being very patient with my cards, and many times I called a bet pre-flop – only to have it raised (to which I folded – even with AQ off-suit, pocket 9s, and Siegfried & Roy). So come the 26th hand of the match, I finally get a pair of cards in the hole that nobody can bully me out of playing with: AA. One guy goes all in before me, pre-flop, so I call…

Flop comes A-4-A, giving me 4-of-a-kind Aces. The other guy was drawing dead. I made a killing. And ended up placing 3rd when I was expecting an exit very shortly before I got that hand.

Thanks Full Tilt Poker!

Poker, Araiza, Real, and a CLK430

Friday night, John, Ali, Chris & Palmercat gal, and I went over to Mark‘s place for some poker. Had a lot of fun there, with Mark kicking total ass until Chris took over and wiped him out. Chris ended up winning $90 from the night. Bastard! My luck has become horrible at poker pretty much ever since I folded the 9-10 of diamonds and would have flopped the straight flush.

Saturday night was even more fun. Randall and I went to the Ben Araiza show at Alice Cooper’stown. The Ben Araiza band was tight as hell, and it was the least we could do to support them whenever they play a show. The band also consists of 3/4ths of Chain Link Faith, and it’s always a great time hanging out with Mikey. Mikey took us down to the Green Room, which is fucking sweet at Cooper’stown. We hung out and had a beer, talked a bit with Phil of CLF and also chatted with his wife, who had enormous praise for Phoenix Down and was saddened to hear that we had broken up. We told her that we would be back. And we will. We also told Ben Araiza that we want to take a road trip to see him in Cali when the band heads out there next month. We offered to be roadies, and Mikey said he would get us on the “tour bus”, whatever that happens to be.

Dave showed up with Rye, which was all fine and good. We exchanged pleasantries, and once Randall got wasted, he started talking a bit more to Dave. Nothing earth-shattering, but chit-chat nonetheless. After we partied a bit in the Green Room, we had to take a piss, but they had closed down the resturaunt which contained the only restrooms in the joint. We decided to swing by the studio, since it was only 5 miles away. That’s where we met up with Real.

Real has been in the studio complex for pretty much the same amount of time that we have. They happen to play right across the hall from us, and they seriously kick ass. They had been on hiatus for a while because the band broke up and such, but were finally back together (in fact, Saturday night was their first practice with the entire band back in there). We hung out there for an hour, chatted, they played a few songs for us, and Randall had more to drink. After all was said and done, Randall and I were officially deemed their VIP section (not that it means much now, but when they make it big we’ll be there).

Real broke up due to a couple of things, but mostly because Pat’s girlfriend was jealous of the band and whatnot. Pat had a brief talk with Dave, Randall, and I about his circumstances and to never let a girl get between you and the music. This chat took place the week before our last show. And what happened the very next day after the show? Yeah. Ironic, isn’t it?

Finally, my mom got her new car on Saturday. I took it out for a test drive yesterday. Stopped by my place and picked up Johnny for a ride. It’s a sweet car.

Oh yeah, I disabled Anonymous comments from my blog – I enjoyed them right until there were flame wars popping up. And if you are so chicken-shit that you have to flame me anonymously, then you don’t deserve to post a comment here (you know who you are).


The plan was over 2 weeks in the making, considering that it got postponed last week due to Rickey having to work. But tonight was supposed to be the night – the night that we invited Todd into the studio to hang out, jam, and write some new music. He definitely has some interest in playing with us, and we are left holding our collective breaths to see if he is interested in the long-term.

Unfortunately, our plans for jamming got placed on hold for one more week. He couldn’t find a babysitter for his child. But no worries – we’ll get in there. We’ll rock his socks off.

Oh, hey… You ever fold 9-10 of diamonds preflop (due to an enormous raise), only to have the flop come 6-7-8 of diamonds? I did.

Damn, I would have knocked out CPORetired on the 6th hand – the guy who ended up winning the table… and $90 for first place.