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01-24-2018 , 01:55 PM
Can't do this with ben & jerry's



EDIT:

Sometimes you can mix flavors

Spoiler:

Last edited by QuantumSurfer; 01-24-2018 at 02:03 PM.
01-24-2018 , 02:02 PM
Quote:
Originally Posted by Avaritia
Sick lurking brag imo
Please, googles himself so often he fixin to go blind.
01-24-2018 , 02:05 PM
Quote:
Originally Posted by Avaritia
Sick lurking brag imo
+1

You guys and your crypto / liftingweights / NFL / etc. talk, but it's really ice cream that gets things going around here.

Gactuallydoesn'tkeepicecreaminthehouseduetozerowil lpowerG
01-24-2018 , 02:06 PM
Ben & Jerrys froyo has almost half the calories, but they cut the wrong macro(fat) instead of cutting the carbs, imo.
01-24-2018 , 02:07 PM
"The Best" Chapter 3

Not Cheating

Spoiler:
As you stroll into the casino early Saturday afternoon a distant figure catches your eye, and you realize this is going to be a good night. It doesn’t matter if you don’t win a single hand of poker.

Across the floor, past the lost souls at the slots and beyond the empty bar, you recognize "The Best" buying in at the cage of the poker room. You've never caught him at his first buy in before. You've always found him deep into a session, already mysteriously sitting on several thousand. But here he is. Fresh. New. Confined to a $500 buy in like the rest of us mere mortals.

You rush through the smoky haze to see what table he is heading for and immediately request it. This is the kind of madness "The Best" has set upon you. Bumhunting the best player in the room. By sheer fortune there is one seat remaining on the table. This is it. This is your night.

You play it cool. You grab your chips at the cage, wander around a bit, as if you don't know where table 12 is. YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHERE 12 IS. YOU KNOW THE FELT IN FRONT OF SEAT 1 IS TORN. YOU KNOW THE USB IN SEAT 5 DOESNT WORK. YOU ARE A ****ING DEGEN AND YOU COULD DESCRIBE THIS CASINO BETTER THAN YOUR OWN HOUSE.

You casually stroll up and read the placard with an "oh, is this 12?" look on your face. The dealer says "looking for 2/5?" SOLD IT.

You sit down with a friendly smile for the table. "The Best" gives an "hey guy I sort of know" nod and you instinctively lose your smile and start unracking. You get seat 1 and cover up the torn felt with your stacks of red birds. "The Best" is in seat 8. THIS IS IT. THIS IS YOUR NIGHT.

The first hour goes by. Nothing too out of the ordinary, though you do notice he is more aggressive than usual. Is he getting good cards? Is this a part of his strategy, to get to 400bbs as fast as possible by any means necessary? You log every hand. Nothing of note gets revealed. A few standard bluffs picked off. Actually, that is non-standard. You've hardly ever seen him bluff. They were good though, similar lines as what you would take (LOL SO THEY MUST BE GOOD). You keep logging. Another hour passes. He makes some hands and gets paid in 3 pots. He's up a buy in now. Not unusual, you are sitting on $900 yourself.

Then it happens. He stacks someone with a set for $500. The guy had just sat down and lost his fresh chips with a flopped 2 pair. **** maybe "The Best" really is on the sickest life heater of all time.

Ok, so now he's on $1500. But wait. You look over. That's more than $1500. You count. Row by row, chip by chip. It's a little over $1800.

Shocked, you go through your log. You haven't missed a hand since sitting down. Sure, you may be about to piss yourself, but every hand has been captured. You think through each pot. Each hand he won. Each hand he lost. You don’t even need the log. You know he should have $1500. He has $300 more than that. There is only one explanation.

Now, when you played "professionally" *shudder*, a few things were revealed to you. People share bankrolls. People go north. People soft play. Some collude. What’s crazy is that in the backrooms of the poker world most of these are not frowned upon. Sharing rolls and playing at the same table is fine they would say. Going north is not cheating, they would say.

"Not cheating". That's the same thing Ashley said to you sophomore year of college. Sure, you had taken a break after a bad fight. So technically it wasn't cheating. But she still put another dudes **** in her mouth and then tried to come back to you, and cheating or not, you would never touch her again. You thought you had wasted so much time with Ashley. You had given her so much of your life, to what end? You were going to marry her, have kids, settle down in your small hometown. Brag to anyone that would listen that you were high school sweethearts and had been married 50 years. Funny, you were so young then. So naive. You held hatred towards her for a long time afterwards.

Now "The Best" has done the same thing. Some would say he's not cheating. But he has still betrayed your trust. You trusted that he was an honest player, and now you learn that he has completely wasted your time. You've given him so much of your life. Casino trips you would not make. Late night sessions you would not normally stay through. All to spend more time with him. And now you realize, the foundation of your relationship was built on a lie.

Who has the **** in their mouth now? After all you've been metaphorically blowing this guy for half a year now. You feel a lot of anger, and you want to hate him for misleading you, but you can really only hate yourself. And you've already got that covered.

So, it’s over. Now what? You are tired of wasting time, which you know you are doing every minute of every day as long as your career is finance and your hobby is poker.

A few minutes go by as you debate on calling the night short. You know you should. You are sitting on $900 now, $400 bucks in a few hours is pretty nice. You can go home and spend quality time with someone who loves you. But you choose avarice, as you always do. Like your good friend Oscar says, "we are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell".

Soon you get red cowboys vs a tight OMC you have history with. Somehow, in a 4bet pot vs a tight player, you lose it all to Q6s.

As the attractive Asian dealer silently slides your chips across the table, the scarred felt is revealed again. You stare at it and think about Ashley. You wonder where life took her. You think about how far apart you must be now. She would never believe you ended up practically living in a casino. The hippie philosopher that hated the concept of money and was going to join the peace corps and change the world. You think about where she is now and wonder if she is happy.

And you hope that she is.
01-24-2018 , 02:07 PM
Chocolate Therapy is one of my favorite specialty ben and jerrys flavors though. Had a chocolate cherry Garcia once that was nuts.

I mean, i still fall back on the classics like choco fudge brownie and half baked, but the aforementioned ones were pretty bomb.
01-24-2018 , 02:11 PM
Did you almost get divorced because of your reaction to being let down by the best?

I think it's an honest question.
01-24-2018 , 02:14 PM
Must be read with the appropriate background music.

01-24-2018 , 02:18 PM
Part of Nassers letter to the court in sentencing:

Accusers are "seeking media attention and financial reward"


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01-24-2018 , 02:21 PM
Quote:
Originally Posted by Avaritia
"The Best" Chapter 3



Not Cheating



Spoiler:
As you stroll into the casino early Saturday afternoon a distant figure catches your eye, and you realize this is going to be a good night. It doesn’t matter if you don’t win a single hand of poker.



Across the floor, past the lost souls at the slots and beyond the empty bar, you recognize "The Best" buying in at the cage of the poker room. You've never caught him at his first buy in before. You've always found him deep into a session, already mysteriously sitting on several thousand. But here he is. Fresh. New. Confined to a $500 buy in like the rest of us mere mortals.



You rush through the smoky haze to see what table he is heading for and immediately request it. This is the kind of madness "The Best" has set upon you. Bumhunting the best player in the room. By sheer fortune there is one seat remaining on the table. This is it. This is your night.



You play it cool. You grab your chips at the cage, wander around a bit, as if you don't know where table 12 is. YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHERE 12 IS. YOU KNOW THE FELT IN FRONT OF SEAT 1 IS TORN. YOU KNOW THE USB IN SEAT 5 DOESNT WORK. YOU ARE A ****ING DEGEN AND YOU COULD DESCRIBE THIS CASINO BETTER THAN YOUR OWN HOUSE.



You casually stroll up and read the placard with an "oh, is this 12?" look on your face. The dealer says "looking for 2/5?" SOLD IT.



You sit down with a friendly smile for the table. "The Best" gives an "hey guy I sort of know" nod and you instinctively lose your smile and start unracking. You get seat 1 and cover up the torn felt with your stacks of red birds. "The Best" is in seat 8. THIS IS IT. THIS IS YOUR NIGHT.



The first hour goes by. Nothing too out of the ordinary, though you do notice he is more aggressive than usual. Is he getting good cards? Is this a part of his strategy, to get to 400bbs as fast as possible by any means necessary? You log every hand. Nothing of note gets revealed. A few standard bluffs picked off. Actually, that is non-standard. You've hardly ever seen him bluff. They were good though, similar lines as what you would take (LOL SO THEY MUST BE GOOD). You keep logging. Another hour passes. He makes some hands and gets paid in 3 pots. He's up a buy in now. Not unusual, you are sitting on $900 yourself.



Then it happens. He stacks someone with a set for $500. The guy had just sat down and lost his fresh chips with a flopped 2 pair. **** maybe "The Best" really is on the sickest life heater of all time.



Ok, so now he's on $1500. But wait. You look over. That's more than $1500. You count. Row by row, chip by chip. It's a little over $1800.



Shocked, you go through your log. You haven't missed a hand since sitting down. Sure, you may be about to piss yourself, but every hand has been captured. You think through each pot. Each hand he won. Each hand he lost. You don’t even need the log. You know he should have $1500. He has $300 more than that. There is only one explanation.



Now, when you played "professionally" *shudder*, a few things were revealed to you. People share bankrolls. People go north. People soft play. Some collude. What’s crazy is that in the backrooms of the poker world most of these are not frowned upon. Sharing rolls and playing at the same table is fine they would say. Going north is not cheating, they would say.



"Not cheating". That's the same thing Ashley said to you sophomore year of college. Sure, you had taken a break after a bad fight. So technically it wasn't cheating. But she still put another dudes **** in her mouth and then tried to come back to you, and cheating or not, you would never touch her again. You thought you had wasted so much time with Ashley. You had given her so much of your life, to what end? You were going to marry her, have kids, settle down in your small hometown. Brag to anyone that would listen that you were high school sweethearts and had been married 50 years. Funny, you were so young then. So naive. You held hatred towards her for a long time afterwards.



Now "The Best" has done the same thing. Some would say he's not cheating. But he has still betrayed your trust. You trusted that he was an honest player, and now you learn that he has completely wasted your time. You've given him so much of your life. Casino trips you would not make. Late night sessions you would not normally stay through. All to spend more time with him. And now you realize, the foundation of your relationship was built on a lie.



Who has the **** in their mouth now? After all you've been metaphorically blowing this guy for half a year now. You feel a lot of anger, and you want to hate him for misleading you, but you can really only hate yourself. And you've already got that covered.



So, it’s over. Now what? You are tired of wasting time, which you know you are doing every minute of every day as long as your career is finance and your hobby is poker.



A few minutes go by as you debate on calling the night short. You know you should. You are sitting on $900 now, $400 bucks in a few hours is pretty nice. You can go home and spend quality time with someone who loves you. But you choose avarice, as you always do. Like your good friend Oscar says, "we are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell".



Soon you get red cowboys vs a tight OMC you have history with. Somehow, in a 4bet pot vs a tight player, you lose it all to Q6s.



As the attractive Asian dealer silently slides your chips across the table, the scarred felt is revealed again. You stare at it and think about Ashley. You wonder where life took her. You think about how far apart you must be now. She would never believe you ended up practically living in a casino. The hippie philosopher that hated the concept of money and was going to join the peace corps and change the world. You think about where she is now and wonder if she is happy.



And you hope that she is.


I'd still **** Ashley


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01-24-2018 , 02:37 PM
Holy ****, Ava. That is amazingly well written.

Plus, it makes your Avocado Shake recipe make so much more sense.
01-24-2018 , 02:40 PM
He can still be a beast. Does going north make that much of a difference?
01-24-2018 , 02:44 PM
Quote:
Originally Posted by Donat3llo
Ben & Jerrys froyo has almost half the calories, but they cut the wrong macro(fat) instead of cutting the carbs, imo.
I see. Replaced with sugar?

Haagen Dazs is huge here for some reason, omg Belgian chocolate is amazing.


Nice Ava. Write a book already.
01-24-2018 , 02:49 PM
Awesome read Ava, as always.

Any clue on how he manages to slide out 3 extra stacks of reds unnoticed within an hour without anyone ever noticing ever / saying anything (even just once)? And where does he keep all those reds? I always start with $100 worth of reds in my coat pocket, but I can't get much more than that in there without them spilling out. Does he leave the table once and a while to buy reds? You'd think in all the hours you would have noticed this?

And while I'm guessing this obviously distorts what you think his overall winrate is, it's likely still pretty crushing. I mean, guy is currently up "only" $1000 when you've been thinking it's $1300; still pretty crushing if he's doing this on a regular basis.

GwhydoIhaveafeelingthereisnochapter4?G
01-24-2018 , 02:50 PM
Quote:
Originally Posted by Bluegrassplayer
What is the difference between those two Ben and Jerry's? I know one says frozen yogurt but they both look the same.

Ain't nothing wrong with salted caramel or mint chocolate chip


that’s the great part, besides a little different texture it’s basically the same
01-24-2018 , 02:53 PM
Quote:
Originally Posted by pokerodox
He can still be a beast. Does going north make that much of a difference?


if the whole reason you have an interest in this player is because he seems to always have a pile, yeah
01-24-2018 , 03:11 PM
Quote:
Originally Posted by pokerodox
He can still be a beast. Does going north make that much of a difference?
FWIW, the reason I held off on this discovery was to avoid the tilt of "SEE IZ KNEW HE WAS A CHEATIN" type stuff.

I believe full and well that he is one of the best live players I've ever seen. I just always caught him in the evenings when he was already deep and always wondered how the **** he did it. But he always played well when I watched him. Exceptionally well.

He just uses the head start to get to ~$2k i think. Which is not uncommon. I just never saw him do it (and I'm particularly good at catching people going north), so I assume he stops once he knows he'll have the world covered.

GG, its very easy to do with greens and blacks. You color up a rack and bring back 6 blacks, etc.

Most dont keep 15 stacks of reds, except me bc I think its baller.
01-24-2018 , 03:39 PM
Trivially easy to introduce a big chip into a stack and make it dirty, then make sure you constantly shuffle chips and eventually shuffle the big chip(s) to the top. Then color up if you want.

I always look for dirty stacks and love asking players about them to see their reaction.

I also like to ask how many bills.
01-24-2018 , 03:48 PM
Quote:
Originally Posted by Avaritia
"The Best" Chapter 3

Not Cheating

Spoiler:
As you stroll into the casino early Saturday afternoon a distant figure catches your eye, and you realize this is going to be a good night. It doesn’t matter if you don’t win a single hand of poker.

Across the floor, past the lost souls at the slots and beyond the empty bar, you recognize "The Best" buying in at the cage of the poker room. You've never caught him at his first buy in before. You've always found him deep into a session, already mysteriously sitting on several thousand. But here he is. Fresh. New. Confined to a $500 buy in like the rest of us mere mortals.

You rush through the smoky haze to see what table he is heading for and immediately request it. This is the kind of madness "The Best" has set upon you. Bumhunting the best player in the room. By sheer fortune there is one seat remaining on the table. This is it. This is your night.

You play it cool. You grab your chips at the cage, wander around a bit, as if you don't know where table 12 is. YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHERE 12 IS. YOU KNOW THE FELT IN FRONT OF SEAT 1 IS TORN. YOU KNOW THE USB IN SEAT 5 DOESNT WORK. YOU ARE A ****ING DEGEN AND YOU COULD DESCRIBE THIS CASINO BETTER THAN YOUR OWN HOUSE.

You casually stroll up and read the placard with an "oh, is this 12?" look on your face. The dealer says "looking for 2/5?" SOLD IT.

You sit down with a friendly smile for the table. "The Best" gives an "hey guy I sort of know" nod and you instinctively lose your smile and start unracking. You get seat 1 and cover up the torn felt with your stacks of red birds. "The Best" is in seat 8. THIS IS IT. THIS IS YOUR NIGHT.

The first hour goes by. Nothing too out of the ordinary, though you do notice he is more aggressive than usual. Is he getting good cards? Is this a part of his strategy, to get to 400bbs as fast as possible by any means necessary? You log every hand. Nothing of note gets revealed. A few standard bluffs picked off. Actually, that is non-standard. You've hardly ever seen him bluff. They were good though, similar lines as what you would take (LOL SO THEY MUST BE GOOD). You keep logging. Another hour passes. He makes some hands and gets paid in 3 pots. He's up a buy in now. Not unusual, you are sitting on $900 yourself.

Then it happens. He stacks someone with a set for $500. The guy had just sat down and lost his fresh chips with a flopped 2 pair. **** maybe "The Best" really is on the sickest life heater of all time.

Ok, so now he's on $1500. But wait. You look over. That's more than $1500. You count. Row by row, chip by chip. It's a little over $1800.

Shocked, you go through your log. You haven't missed a hand since sitting down. Sure, you may be about to piss yourself, but every hand has been captured. You think through each pot. Each hand he won. Each hand he lost. You don’t even need the log. You know he should have $1500. He has $300 more than that. There is only one explanation.

Now, when you played "professionally" *shudder*, a few things were revealed to you. People share bankrolls. People go north. People soft play. Some collude. What’s crazy is that in the backrooms of the poker world most of these are not frowned upon. Sharing rolls and playing at the same table is fine they would say. Going north is not cheating, they would say.

"Not cheating". That's the same thing Ashley said to you sophomore year of college. Sure, you had taken a break after a bad fight. So technically it wasn't cheating. But she still put another dudes **** in her mouth and then tried to come back to you, and cheating or not, you would never touch her again. You thought you had wasted so much time with Ashley. You had given her so much of your life, to what end? You were going to marry her, have kids, settle down in your small hometown. Brag to anyone that would listen that you were high school sweethearts and had been married 50 years. Funny, you were so young then. So naive. You held hatred towards her for a long time afterwards.

Now "The Best" has done the same thing. Some would say he's not cheating. But he has still betrayed your trust. You trusted that he was an honest player, and now you learn that he has completely wasted your time. You've given him so much of your life. Casino trips you would not make. Late night sessions you would not normally stay through. All to spend more time with him. And now you realize, the foundation of your relationship was built on a lie.

Who has the **** in their mouth now? After all you've been metaphorically blowing this guy for half a year now. You feel a lot of anger, and you want to hate him for misleading you, but you can really only hate yourself. And you've already got that covered.

So, it’s over. Now what? You are tired of wasting time, which you know you are doing every minute of every day as long as your career is finance and your hobby is poker.

A few minutes go by as you debate on calling the night short. You know you should. You are sitting on $900 now, $400 bucks in a few hours is pretty nice. You can go home and spend quality time with someone who loves you. But you choose avarice, as you always do. Like your good friend Oscar says, "we are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell".

Soon you get red cowboys vs a tight OMC you have history with. Somehow, in a 4bet pot vs a tight player, you lose it all to Q6s.

As the attractive Asian dealer silently slides your chips across the table, the scarred felt is revealed again. You stare at it and think about Ashley. You wonder where life took her. You think about how far apart you must be now. She would never believe you ended up practically living in a casino. The hippie philosopher that hated the concept of money and was going to join the peace corps and change the world. You think about where she is now and wonder if she is happy.

And you hope that she is.
RIP the best
01-24-2018 , 03:56 PM
Ok, I guess a lot easier to do in a game that allows black chips.

Now that you suspect this, should be fairly easy to confirm just by watching him like a hawk next session (assuming there is a next session?) and see how/when he does it.

GcluelessgoingnorthnoobG
01-24-2018 , 04:00 PM
Also, Ava...did this Ashley by any chance go to Uconn? If so....sorry not sorry, she said they were on a break.
01-24-2018 , 04:01 PM
GG, I did want to confirm it (another reason for the delay) but got a pretty bad health scare immediately after that session and havent been back since.

Just had a cardio exam yesterday and its looking good. Stress test next week.

Doc asked if I had any questions.

"So when can I go back to sitting in a smoke filled room and staying up 48 hours straight?"
01-24-2018 , 04:02 PM
Quote:
Originally Posted by Avaritia
"The Best" Chapter 3
Great read. Strangely fitting that such profundity appears in spoilers alongside ice cream banter.
Spoiler:
Mint Chocolate Chip GOAT

With "The Best" dethroned, can we submit nominations for a successor? If so:
Spoiler:
01-24-2018 , 04:02 PM
I mean, if you're not going to out him, then the correct GTO line to take is to bum-hunt him relentlessly. Since he's going north, you should simply just try to Bogart as much of his action as you can. Own him. Play as many hands as possible with him heads up.

If he complains, then just say, "You could just add on any time..."
01-24-2018 , 04:27 PM
ava - great read!

bob - GREAT DOGGO

      
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