El Diablo: Welcome everyone
to the two plus two dinner
I am very rich
bicyclekick: Hi Sucker, hi Tommy.
JA Sucker: Raising small pairs under the gun in aggressive mid limit games is the sign of a homosexual and it's not close.
Tommy: bk, if you insist on playing these marginal hands, you must become one with the hand, and one with the table.
Dcifrths: The play was expert, imo. Quick EV calcs is all it takes really. I calculated the probability of me working at a NYC firm next year, added the probability of me bragging about it on 2+2, subtracted the % of the time that El Diablo completely owns me in public, and this number is your BB/hand of the PF raise. - Barron
El Diablo: Hi Barron: "LOL."
Ray Zee: This reminds me of the squirrels in the woods behind-
Schneids: Jesus Christ, shut the [censored] up you old quack. OK, I was playing the 300/600 Interpoker game with Lagerborg. Actually, let me give you this biography that I wrote about Lagerborg.
El Diablo: Thanks, stox. Based on this I'm convinced you're just running hot and will eventually spiral into a hole of misery, depression, and poverty.
James282: I play very high.
bicyclekick: Okay, I have another hand to talk about here. This one's pretty interesting. 4000/8000 Bellagio. I'm running well and I think I'm +EV in the game. My image is of a person that is running well but -EV in the game, FWIW. Full table. Anyway, I get A2o UTG. Now, normally this is a routine muck, but, you know what, I'm on [censored] tilt. I raise it.
Ray Zee: All the best players in the biggest games used this move in the 1840s. Now some of them are making money, and others are writing books nobody reads about hi-lo split. You do the math.
El Diablo: BK, you are the only type of player I would ever physically assault at the poker table. I would actually beat you like my garden slaves for raising that [censored] UTG.
Tommy: The ace of grace, the shoelace, and the mace, the race, and the taste, and I like saying a lot of words that don't mean anything.
bicyclekick: Here's my reasoning. My opponents know that I know that they know that I know that they know that I know that they know that I would never raise this UTG. Thus it must have immediate +EV.
TSP: Angelo you pizzaboy, you were never nothing and you will never be anything but a grinder in the gayest city known to man. I will bet $150,000 that you cannot win one pot in the next two days.
El Diablo: Deal.
JA Sucker: What happened next? Lemme guess, Doyle 3-bet out of the small blind with A3s. You [censored] kids never learn. The only way to beat live limit games is to fold, and then fold again.
Dcifrths: K I'm going to delete this thread. Can't have thoughtful discussion here, it ruins the forum. Anyway let me tell you about a hand. I have Gus Hansen on my left and Angelina is the BB. Hansen raises, I 3-bet K8o and Angelina 4-bets. I fold for metagame reasons. imo this is the play that separates the near experts from the probable experts from those that are still rookies at being experts.
El Diablo: Alright here, fellas. So last night I get home and this Spanish [censored] I'm banging with is like "yo D! Reservations for 10:00 at Nobu!" So I order some child porn, a WPT DVD, and the movie Torque off Netflix, tell my maid to have them ready when I get back, put on my mask and walk around like the Gimp from Pulp Fiction. BTW during this time I'm listening to a mix of the Killers, Ashlee Simpson, U2, White Stripes, and Usher. Just in case you thought I was out of touch with modern culture, FWIW. I head back to my laptop real quick, fire up the UB 25/50, move all-in my first hand, and bathe in my money as it comes out of my printer in laminated sheets. So then we head downstairs, and like, Kristin from Laguna Beach is like on TV!!!! I'm like "LOL" and my wife's like "OMG" and I go over and post it in OOT because there's probably a hidden, profound meaning within this. So on the way to Nobu, right, we pass by Union Square Cafe and I look inside... and it's KEANU REEVES. So I walk in and I'm like "sup" and he's like "whoa, SUP D!!" and I'm like "omg" and he's like "O M G" and so we sit down to take a rest. So I'm sitting there right and I notice that the noise has changed. I go outside and my driver Willie had turned off the limo. Well that was it for Willie. I come back wiping the blood off of my hands and I see Keanu and I'm like "yo, can you drive?" and he's like "DUDE" and I'm like "seriously?" and he's like "yes, like DEF MAN" and I ponder running to my house to post a preliminary trip report in OOT, but then I remember that it's at night, and you can't see the black people that rob you blind at night, so I think again. But then I'm like "dude, I'm like Prefontaine, except like, better." So I ran home. 5 miles, 3 minutes. El. [censored]. Diablo.