Another kid Another dream tl;dr
12-10-2014
, 01:17 PM
12-10-2014
, 01:58 PM
12-10-2014
, 04:27 PM
01-26-2015
, 05:56 AM
insert obligatory Moooooooooooooooooore Plzzzzzzzzzzz! post 
03-04-2015
, 11:11 PM
I saw him as well. Was waiting for his 1/2 seat while drinking his coffee and reading Card Player
03-07-2015
, 07:21 AM
03-15-2015
, 05:58 PM
Quote:
When The Music Stops
A slow Saturday showed signs of life as Mark took the final seat in the game. Mark’s the type of guy smart enough to know the right moves, but too impatient to wait for them to come his way. On this particular day his eagerness netted him early wins and the talking chips to match the part. “Would you guess I’d never been to a sporting event or a movie in the theaters before” he chimed in to a hardly related conversation on the other end of the table. The comment caught my eye as I awoke from my morning daze to recollect on my teenage years. “The **** you been doing with all your free time” i tossed him from the seat next door. Caught the old man a bit off guard as he nodded his head in thought before emerging with raw, brutal honesty. “Well” he started, “I’ve made a **** ton of money.”
Laughter filled the table, half genuinely and half following the script of customer appeasement as I stared ahead, my thoughts slowing drifting from my 20k stack to memories of a better time. Mentally I racked up and headed towards the 80 degree day at north valet. But in reality I stayed in that seat until I was too tired for anything but sleep, as Mark dusted off the remainder of his stack and his joyous tidbits had turned to muttered abuse.
……….
I awoke to the missed call of an unidentified 702 number as butterflies filled my stomach and lifted me out of bed without the typical adjustment period of a man with no meetings. I optimistically assumed it to be the girl I’d met the night before, fighting over the final Suja Juice at the town square Whole Foods. She was bright with a sense of humor and an untampered glow that can only come from a girl new to town.
I headed to the pool before calling her back, preemptively fantasizing about an unlikely runout like the Day 1 chipleader of the main event. Three rings in I heard a damaged “hello” softly spoken into my ear in front of an RnB beat, horribly out of place for this sunny Wednesday morning.
“Paige?” I asked, surprised by the scenario.
“No Ma, Is Heather” I heard from the other end. “You los mah numba” she finished in some sort of question or statement. Chills filled my body as I entered a conversation I wasn’t prepared for. Heather was a Rhino girl and old drug buddy I hadn’t seen in a year. Depression rang through the speechless line as the wild, happy, upbeat girl I used to know brought me back to the bitter lonely world of ecstasy comedowns.
“Uh…Are you alright” I asked unable to come up with anything better. “Huuhhhhh” She sighed “Yayyyyyssss, just a long night. Almost I get off. Would you like to…”
“Heather, it was good to hear from you”, I interupted. “I hope you’re hanging in there and we should get together when I’m not so busy.”
….“I would like that” followed a long pause and the resignation that today’s endorphin replenish would take place without an artificial crutch.
She never did call me again.
And neither did Paige.
……..
Metaphorical sweat dripping down my temples, I found myself heads up, one on one, with Johnny ****ing Chan; Though I swear it wasn’t planned this way. I’ll let you in on a secret, Real grinders aren’t trying to play rags against legends, they’re aiming for aces against losers. But here I was, 30 dimes in the middle and staring at a 665 flop with no pair and the action on me.
How did I get here? An inflated image, a timely 3bet and two without a clue in between. My 40k buyin had long before been doubled up to 80, and Johnny was growing sick of the ribbings on his ultra tight play from the table. All of these factors came together for the perfect storm as I 3bet my neighbor for the 3rd hand in a row with AKo to $1500. Two of the action players cold called to my left and Johnny for the first time of the night made an aggressive action with a 4bet to $5,900 from the bb. It all seemed too perfect to be believable. You know? Like the ex who remembers how much she loves you after her new man takes off. A 5bet to 14k just seemed right.
There isn’t a moment when you realize you’re about to play the biggest pot of your life against a back to back world champion. It just kind’ve happens. And on this night, the world didn’t stand still and all eyes weren’t on us. But as Johnny called and checked to me on 566, All I tried to do was demonstrate a concept. The idea that aggression and position and stronger ranges prevail. I placed a bet of $10,000, enough to threaten his whole stack, potentially earn me a free river, and take down the pot if we happen to have the same hand. It felt right as I dropped it into the middle and stared blankly while the pressure lied in the world champ’s corner.
I sat with the best in the world that night, I tell every wise guy in town without a roll but the stomach to handle a good story….And the best won. Johnny raised all in leaving me only one option, a trip back to the minor leagues.
Rumors floated around town that the Champ showed pocket 3s to his neighbor.
But I choose to believe it was aces.
MM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OFtStwX4XI4
A slow Saturday showed signs of life as Mark took the final seat in the game. Mark’s the type of guy smart enough to know the right moves, but too impatient to wait for them to come his way. On this particular day his eagerness netted him early wins and the talking chips to match the part. “Would you guess I’d never been to a sporting event or a movie in the theaters before” he chimed in to a hardly related conversation on the other end of the table. The comment caught my eye as I awoke from my morning daze to recollect on my teenage years. “The **** you been doing with all your free time” i tossed him from the seat next door. Caught the old man a bit off guard as he nodded his head in thought before emerging with raw, brutal honesty. “Well” he started, “I’ve made a **** ton of money.”
Laughter filled the table, half genuinely and half following the script of customer appeasement as I stared ahead, my thoughts slowing drifting from my 20k stack to memories of a better time. Mentally I racked up and headed towards the 80 degree day at north valet. But in reality I stayed in that seat until I was too tired for anything but sleep, as Mark dusted off the remainder of his stack and his joyous tidbits had turned to muttered abuse.
……….
I awoke to the missed call of an unidentified 702 number as butterflies filled my stomach and lifted me out of bed without the typical adjustment period of a man with no meetings. I optimistically assumed it to be the girl I’d met the night before, fighting over the final Suja Juice at the town square Whole Foods. She was bright with a sense of humor and an untampered glow that can only come from a girl new to town.
I headed to the pool before calling her back, preemptively fantasizing about an unlikely runout like the Day 1 chipleader of the main event. Three rings in I heard a damaged “hello” softly spoken into my ear in front of an RnB beat, horribly out of place for this sunny Wednesday morning.
“Paige?” I asked, surprised by the scenario.
“No Ma, Is Heather” I heard from the other end. “You los mah numba” she finished in some sort of question or statement. Chills filled my body as I entered a conversation I wasn’t prepared for. Heather was a Rhino girl and old drug buddy I hadn’t seen in a year. Depression rang through the speechless line as the wild, happy, upbeat girl I used to know brought me back to the bitter lonely world of ecstasy comedowns.
“Uh…Are you alright” I asked unable to come up with anything better. “Huuhhhhh” She sighed “Yayyyyyssss, just a long night. Almost I get off. Would you like to…”
“Heather, it was good to hear from you”, I interupted. “I hope you’re hanging in there and we should get together when I’m not so busy.”
….“I would like that” followed a long pause and the resignation that today’s endorphin replenish would take place without an artificial crutch.
She never did call me again.
And neither did Paige.
……..
Metaphorical sweat dripping down my temples, I found myself heads up, one on one, with Johnny ****ing Chan; Though I swear it wasn’t planned this way. I’ll let you in on a secret, Real grinders aren’t trying to play rags against legends, they’re aiming for aces against losers. But here I was, 30 dimes in the middle and staring at a 665 flop with no pair and the action on me.
How did I get here? An inflated image, a timely 3bet and two without a clue in between. My 40k buyin had long before been doubled up to 80, and Johnny was growing sick of the ribbings on his ultra tight play from the table. All of these factors came together for the perfect storm as I 3bet my neighbor for the 3rd hand in a row with AKo to $1500. Two of the action players cold called to my left and Johnny for the first time of the night made an aggressive action with a 4bet to $5,900 from the bb. It all seemed too perfect to be believable. You know? Like the ex who remembers how much she loves you after her new man takes off. A 5bet to 14k just seemed right.
There isn’t a moment when you realize you’re about to play the biggest pot of your life against a back to back world champion. It just kind’ve happens. And on this night, the world didn’t stand still and all eyes weren’t on us. But as Johnny called and checked to me on 566, All I tried to do was demonstrate a concept. The idea that aggression and position and stronger ranges prevail. I placed a bet of $10,000, enough to threaten his whole stack, potentially earn me a free river, and take down the pot if we happen to have the same hand. It felt right as I dropped it into the middle and stared blankly while the pressure lied in the world champ’s corner.
I sat with the best in the world that night, I tell every wise guy in town without a roll but the stomach to handle a good story….And the best won. Johnny raised all in leaving me only one option, a trip back to the minor leagues.
Rumors floated around town that the Champ showed pocket 3s to his neighbor.
But I choose to believe it was aces.
MM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OFtStwX4XI4
2. How much did Johnny Chan the master start the AK hand with? Is that a real hh? I wasn't aware that you lost pots.
3. Write more imo. I forgot about this thread, but reading the last post has me jonesing for more. Seems like a zillion other people are jonesing as well...
Hope you are well/I'm sure you are
03-23-2015
, 02:58 PM
06-08-2015
, 07:11 PM
Solid doom-switch post