Hold-em as I know it

Last night was indeed an excellent evening.....

Of course it started at Duprees for Monday night 8-ball. Just before the matches were about to start, my pal Earnie who I've known as far back as I can remember who is leaving for New York, permanently, on Thursday, called to let me know he got hooked up with a 5/10 Hold'em game at a friend's house. He asked if I wanted to come out and play. I told him to call me as he was heading out that way, I had some things to consider.

My hesitations of not saying yes immediately.

- I've never really played a structured game at 5/10. I'm used to our friendly quarter/2 games.
- I'd be playing with absolute strangers except for Earnie.
- I'd be playing at a table seated solely with Korean males whom Earnie indicates raise a lot of pots for the sake of raising (buying pots)
- I'm playing a little tug of war with myself internally concerning the moral implications, possible outcomes of gambling.

The PROs of playing in this game.

- I've never really played a structured game at 5/10. I get a chance to test myself in this situation, at the least I'll chalk it up as a learning experience not unlike my online gaming experience.

- I'd be playing with absolute strangers except for Earnie. I won't feel so bad about raising pots. No feelings to get hurt. In this situation I can consciously focus on the cards and players without feeling bad about taking friendly money. I'm certain that the players in my normal friendly games are aware of the consequences, but I can't help feeling that the game has taken an aura of seriousness that makes me feel uncomfortable.

I spoke with Ollie briefly about the game. I asked him how much one would need to bring to comfortably play at a 5/10 table. After picking his brain for I figured I need to go to this game with about $400.
So, getting posted first in our 8-ball match. I played a player handicapped as a 2, so our race was my 5 racks to his 2 that must be won. I won in 5 racks. I was feeling pretty good, so I called Earnie to get the skinny on the game. This was about 9:15 or so. I got the skinny on the game and left Duprees after making a short stop at the ATM, cha-ching... $400 withdrawn, I was ready to play.

I was just about to the apartment where the game was being held, when I realized that I've left my bag, with this computer I'm typing on, back at Duprees, so about face and back to the bar. I almost took this as a bad omen, but I made the trip back and 45 minutes later I found myself sitting at a table with 9 other players 8 other players, not including myself. I found my spot at the table. Earnie was sitting to my left. I cashed in for $300, next I knew the cards were flying. I played rather conservatively, making aggressive smippets here and there. I'd dwindle down to $200 in chips or so after playing a little and then scrape a pot with 2 pair to bring me back to my starters. Earnie at this point was up $300 bucks or so. I found myself chasing a few bad cards, probably betting on draws that I shouldn't have, but I'm glad I kept that strategy in my mind. I would catch a few good draws later. My first big hand was a nut hand. I was dealt A-J clubs in the hole, raised pre-flop. Flop turns A-J. I bet, get raised, raise to the cap, then an A comes up on 4th street. At this point, I'm certain I've got the nut. Somebody could still have 2 jacks, the betting continues, player to my right raises, I re-raise, this goes on to the River, then I turn my A-J. That was probably a $200 dollar pot. At one point I found myself short on chips, probably about $125 in front of me. It was about this time that i was dealt 8-9clubs in the hole. I limped in, flop turns 9, 10clubs, something else. I figure I'd stay in with my pair of 9's. I think there was one raise before 4th street. 4th street turns the Jack of clubs. So now I'm sitting on a straight-flush, flush draw with my mediocre pair in my hand. I raise once and it's a showdown between me and one other player. Low and behold the 7 of clubs turns on the river. My silent satisfaction. I'm certain I did not respond to that card, except raise, raise, raise as much as I could. Unfortunately there was not much action on my straight flush.

A couple of sets, a boat on the flop, some pretty good action, stakes raised to 10/20 late in the night, 4.5 hours of Hold-em, I tipped the house $40 bucks and cashed in $1000 for myself. Not a bad night.

How do I feel now? I'm excited that my night went so well. I'm scared that I've found a regular game. I have an addictive personality, and I'm not quite comfortable with myself with the amount of cards I've been playing recently. Now the stakes have raised......

I'm glad I have a conscious.... Viva Las Vegas.
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The events of previous nights dream activity...

Rob and I are riding down some unfamiliar road. It's early evening, Rob is about 50 meters in the lead on his old FZR 600 (red and white). I'm keeping up with his pace on my Triumph when I see him start to slide on a long right hand sweeping turn. Rob goes boom through the front yard of a little 2 story townhouse. The FZR is obliterated. As I stop in front of the townhouse and park my bike, I see Rob getting up, wiping the dirt of his jeans. Except for the dirt, he looks untouched by the accident. Just as we decide to knock on the door to the townhouse, we hear people stirring inside. The door to the townhouse opens with "ma" (looks alot like "ma" from the Goonies) exiting the townhouse with a double barreled shotgun. Ma looks very displeased. Rob starts to explain what happened when abruptly he is cut off by Ma with the sound of a shotgun exploding in his direction. She misses him, then turns to me. I'm surprised, shocked, not quite certain what to do. I tell her.. whoa.. hold on a second, there's no need to get this upset, when all of a sudden she points the shotgun at me. I can see the glare in her eyes. I start to turn and run when I hear the shotgun pop. She catches me on my flank, sort of on my right lower back. I feel the sting and keep running.
Ma reloads at this point and pops 2 more shotgun shells off in my direction. She hits me both times in the same spot.

(( cut scene ))

Keely and I have managed to make it to the townhouse property management. The management property looks like a mini-mall. All I can assume is the entire complex is a small community. I explain to the security officer that one of his tenants just shot me with a shotgun. We are relieved with the look of confidence in his face. He tells us to follow him to an ambulance pick up point outside of the building. (the pick up point looks very much like a taxi stand outside of a hotel). Keely and I are ushered to a waiting ambulance. I can feel the relief in my dream. As the security guard opens the back door to the ambulance, I see that interior is bare with an EMT and partially clad large bellied man laying on his back. The guard quickly shuts the doors and tells us that this one is occupied as the ambulance roars off and tells us to wait out here for the next ambulance.

The sun has set in the time that Keely and I are waiting for the next ambulance. The street is on a hill lined with a sidewalk with a thigh high stone wall set to inside of the sidewalk. 2 ambulances approach, stop short for an accident that occured in the street. Growing impatient, we decide to head out on foot to try and get to my Jeep which is parked in a garage near the Peachtree Plaza. Getting our bearing by looking at the Plaza in the skyline we head off in that direction on foot hoping to hail a cab on the way. There are no cars in the roads, just pedestrian foot traffic. After walking a couple blocks in the direction of the plaza, we come to a dead end. We head in another direction only to reach another dead end. This goes on until I feel a uncomfortable sensation of being trapped inside a maze. Countless times, we find ourselves on the patio of the Liberty Chinese restaurant in the middle of a red-light district. At one point we find a stair case leading to the top of a parking garage. There is a man with 2 escorts, 2 transvestites that seem friendly and offer us a ride to Grady Hospital. I'm about to accept the ride, when Keely grabs me telling me that we can't go with them, it's not in our best interest. Grady is the last place we'll end up. We pass up on the ride, go back down the stair case and find a guarded alley entrance to the dressing room of a Burlesque show. We are allowed entrance to the club. In the club we see that there is a door that serves as an immigration point into the United States. The entire time we were actually in Canada. On the other side of the door is the United States, specifically Atlanta. There is another person in our party at this time but I cannot remember who they are. I ask everyone if they have their passports. Passports materialize from everyone's pocket. We make it through immigration and find an Atlanta PD precinct. We go in to report the crime, although it happened across International boundaries, for some reason I thought it might do some good. Inside the precinct, I try to explain what happened, when a uniformed officer says that I should have the wounds looked at. He takes our party back to a forensics area which I can only describe as a slaughterhouse. There are mattress sized wood tables draped in plastic all coated with bloodstains. One table in particular looked as if a person had bled out from their eyes, blood on the plastic with carbon stains on the table around the blood. (At this point, I can remember feeling terribly uncomfortable.) The forensics officer led me to corner table, pulled the plastic off the table and covered it with new plastic. While this was occuring, I could see my sister giggling on the table next to me, hiding under the plastic, playing with Nitram. I'm told to lay face down on the table so that the officer and look at my wounds. He takes a bottle off a table and starts to shake it up. He tells me that he's going to clean the wounds. The antiseptic that he's going to use will sting, so I should prepare myself. I could literally feel the pain, very much like alchohol cleaning a fresh wound, in my sleep. When the officer got to the 3rd wound, my breathing became very short, quick, and heavy. I abruptly woke up to find myself breathing just like I was in my dream......

What does this all mean??????

fortune cookies..

what a great fortune from a fortune cookie... I got this Saturday after sharing some noodles with Keely.

"Depart not from the path which fate has you assigned."

Manic Monday?

SARS - it's not just an Asian thing.

As I rolled out of bed to the sound of a beeping alarm, achy back, I dreaded the thought of driving into work. I knew the day was gloomy because my room was pitch black when at this time of the morning the rays of sun penetrate through the cracks in the curtains. It was pleasant, my neighbors dogs (3 of them) penned in their back yard took a break from their daily cacophony of growling and barking. Yes yes it has become a daily habit for them to rouse me from slumber half an hour before my alarm sounds.

Cough cough, hack hack, spit spit, blow.... I've been feeling ill for about a week now. It's a lingering build up phlegm that is annoying and physically draining. This compounded with a stiff middle back and neck makes me cranky.

(aside) why the fuck are people so nosy that they walk up behind me and look at my screen when I do not personally feel like sharing with them. Fucking annoying. (end aside)

The bells are ringing, the phones are ringing, I'm not so sure I care so much anymore. I'm addicted to caffeine and nicotine. If I were to slumber for 1 week without interruption, would these habits be broken?

There are particular moments in my life where I feel blessed. The most recent event occured playing cards Saturday night. The cards made their way around the table, it was my turn to deal. The little voice in my head SCREAMED, play deuces, jacks, man with the axe, pair of RED sevens take you to heaven. In the end it was Gene and myself playing head to head, everyone else had folded at this point. Before the river, I had 1 red seven showing all the other cards amounting to nothing. Gene had a couple wild cards, probably 3 of them showing. I deal the last 2 cards... low and behold I catch the 2nd red seven on the river. What are the odds?

Gene bets, I raise, he raises, I raise. We parry like this for maybe 4 or 5 raises. Gene denied the fact that I had a second red seven. Perhaps he thought I was trying to scare him out and thought he would suck a couple more raises out of me. But at some point it clicked and he called my last raise.
After I showed him the 2 red sevens, he showed me what amounted to 5 of a kind of something. My point. I felt blessed by the card gods.

It's getting busy at work, so my rambling is coming to an end.

Thank you Keely and random guy in elevator for wishing me a great day at work.....
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go figure.

I'll be spending my time in the second level being thrown around tempestously with Helen of Troy and Cleopatra... Well at least that's how care to interpret it.

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Second Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)Low
Level 2 (Lustful)Very High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)Moderate
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)Low
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)High
Level 7 (Violent)High
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)Moderate

Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test

You have come to a place mute of all light, where the wind bellows as the sea does in a tempest. This is the realm where the lustful spend eternity. Here, sinners are blown around endlessly by the unforgiving winds of unquenchable desire as punishment for their transgressions. The infernal hurricane that never rests hurtles the spirits onward in its rapine, whirling them round, and smiting, it molests them. You have betrayed reason at the behest of your appetite for pleasure, and so here you are doomed to remain. Cleopatra and Helen of Troy are two that share in your fate.

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