As I said in a previous entry, I had a lot of traveling coming up, and while I’m still in the midst of that crazy period of the summer, I just got back from my two week visit to California’s gorgeous Bay Area. Unfortunately I got really lazy while I was out there and basically relaxed and enjoyed my mom’s cooking (since I obviously don’t make actual meals for myself); I probably only played online once or twice while I was out there.
However, I did manage to head over to Lucky Chances to play a little 1-1-2 spread-limit hold’em. I arranged to meet up with 2p2’s Goofyballer that night, and within a few minutes upon arrival I had shook his hand and forced him to ask for a table change…and then the seat to my left opened. Figures that likely the only competent, thinking player at the table will be on my left. However, this wasn’t all bad, as Goofy’s reputation as a super, uber-nit proceeds him wherever he goes...by about 3 miles. It also gave us the opportunity to chat a bit, which was cool because I basically only talked to him during COD and occasionally on AIM about poker. I would also like to take this opportunity to dispel any notions about Goofy being as nitty as his reputation would make him out to be. Hell, I even saw him raise in EP w/ 1010! According to the legends, those should have instantly hit the muck.
The entire live session was, not surprisingly, pretty frustrating. None of my small pairs or SC’s hit, so my stack was slowly bleeding throughout the night. I picked up 3 good/playable hands the entire evening. I nearly doubled through when I had Aces against AK on a K high board. Then AJs flopped the NFD, but everybody folded to my cbet.
Lastly I picked up AKs in the CO. There were a couple of limpers in EP (wait, open limpers at live, low-stakes games?), and it got around to the HJ, who made it $25. The HJ was a young guy who hadn’t shown down a hand yet, and was either as card dead as I was, or was actually as nitty as Goofy’s reputation. I 3bet to $80 and it folded back around to the HJ, who very meekly said all in. I would guess it was around $50 or $60 more, so I’m obviously calling, but I asked for a count to see how much more I owed the pot. However, for some reason the dealer thought the HJ had just called, and dealt a King-high flop. Some confusion ensued, and I tell the kid that I certainly would’ve been calling his raise and that the only reason I didn’t snapcall was that I wanted a count. Goofy immediately backed me up, telling him that he 100% guaranteed that I was going to call. Eventually it was all sorted out and my AK held against what was his QQ. Even though it was basically a race that I won, I still felt terrible about how it went down. I could definitely see how he could feel I was angling, but it obviously was not my intention. I apologized profusely, and he reloaded.
I finished the session up a whopping $10, which probably didn’t even cover the gas I used to make the drive. However, Goofy finished -$5, so I made sure to let him know I had clearly dominated him.
The next night Goofy and I drove into San Francisco to meet up with another friend, Snipe from 2p2. We didn’t actually get there until around 11, so Snipe had a few bars and quite a few drinks behind him. He’s a really cool guy, and is definitely someone that makes going out to bars/clubs a great time. Since Goofy drove and Snipe was already in the zone where you’re always smiling and laughing, I decided I owed it to myself and everyone else to play catch up. I proceeded to pound a few beers in fairly short order after hearing the bar didn’t have Stoli Blueberry. If you’ve never tried some I suggest you do. Mythology books fail to mention that ambrosia is actually Stoli Blueberry & Red Bull.
The bar we were at was really cool. The place had a total of at least 5 bars that I saw, and had a mix of everything. There was a section to chill and drink on the bottom floor, a dance floor that could have been in any decent club, and an upstairs that looked over the dance floor. However, the cherry on top was the roof bar, which gave very nice (if a bit foggy) views of the city. San Francisco is surprisingly temperate pretty much year round, and I was a bit chilly even in my pants and long sleeves, but fortunately the roof had heaters. We basically spent the entire night talking to a rotating group of hot girls, so it was obviously a good time. Snipe is a ladies man, and I would definitely hire him for a month of pimp-coaching if I actually had any money. The only bad part of the night was when the hottie working behind the bar decided I needed a Stella spilled all over me. I wasn’t pleased, but I also ensured that Snipe, Goofy, and I drank for free for the rest of the night, so no big deal.
The rest of my trip was mostly just relaxing. I checked out an outdoor jazz concert that was really chill. I also went down to Gilroy to check out the Garlic Festival with my mom, which was awesome because I love garlic, and food in general. The festival is absolutely massive, and extremely well-run. It’s basically half tents filled with people selling garlic everything (french fries, chicken, tacos, even ice cream), and half artisans from around the West Coast selling their wares. While this isn’t exactly my scene, some of the artisans have interesting and creative stuff, and we sampled food from at least 4 different places over the course of the day. While my mom was visiting some friends who she knew from working for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society at the festival, I ended up joining the National Marrow Donor Program Registry, which is a an outstanding organization that matches up people who need bone marrow transplants with willing donors. It’s really cool when you think that you have the potential to save someone’s life with a very simple procedure (in 70% of cases, they’re able to get the marrow that they need solely from your blood, so it’s very non-invasive). For anybody who would like more information on this noble cause, please visit marrow.org
Getting back to the poker, I’ve been trying to get back into the swing of things online, but it’s hard to do. It’s like when you get into a solid routine of going to the gym, then stop for a while. You can’t just pick up and get back into your rhythm right away. The past week has been spent pretty much playing breakeven or dropping a few BI’s poker. Not exactly the best motivation to get back into full swing, but I’ll get there eventually.
I’m heading down to the Jersey Shore (Wildwood) this weekend for my buddy’s beach house for a week, which should pretty much be non stop waves, pizza, and beer. I’m really looking forward to it, especially since it’s only like a 30 minute drive from AC. Hopefully I’ll be coming back with a nice tan, plenty of girl’s numbers, and a sick TR. After that, I may or may not head up to Turning Stone for a few tournaments in their Empire State Hold’em Championships.
Last but not least, I’d also like to give a huge congratulations to my buddy Thac who was finally
picked up by DeucesCracked. I know it's clichéd, but it really couldn’t have happened to a nicer or more deserving guy. After watching him play and listening to how he thinks about the game, it’s hard not to be impressed. I think what put him over the hump however were his videos that he posted on 2p2, one about low stakes play, and the other about 3bet pots. His first DC video should probably be up and running on the site within a month, and I would expect his coaching schedule to get even more jam-packed. If you’re in the market for a solid coach or an excellent video training site, check out Deuces Cracked
. That’s all the news that’s fit to print, so until next time, take it easy.