This can't be good....
http://movies.yahoo.com/mv/news/fs/20050408/111298937600.html
Bay directing Transformers. I liked Bad Boys, but Transformers can't be all about blowing shit up.
Apr 8, 2005
Apr 4, 2005
Well look who blogged. I think that makes it 1 more time than you posted in Korea. Good work. If I find out you are not playing The Sims and rather getting your soccer career started I will be very sad and hurt.
Now onto the more important things in life...like me.
So on Sunday night I got all dressed up in my "poker" attire that I am going to try to wear while playing and headed out to my Aunt Mimi's house to see my cousin JoJo. I spelled it like that girl singer for a purpose. Not that he fills his mind with this trash that gets written on this blog, mostly by me. Anyway after watching Stitch play with his pillow and acting like a goof we decided to call it a night at around 9 o'clock. Thinking to myself I thought that I got a good nap in that afternoon so I was mentally okay to tackle cards. I told myself that I was going to put up one in play and if I lost it then I'd be done no matter how good the game was. After all I remembered that I did have work on Monday morning at 5 o'clock.
My mom wished me good luck because when she does I seem to win more often than not. My dad scolded me for my gambling habit and I was on my way. Withen 45 seconds I was already there at Bay101. If the Zanone's don't move by the time Stitch is 21...he will develop a gambling habit for sure.
I get there at Bay and suprised to see that everyone in San Jose seems to like to play cards at 9 at night on a Sunday. I stick my name on the board and watch the higher stakes games. I vow to myself that I will one day be playing there and crushing them.
At around 9:30 my name, Brandon gets called and I'm sat down at a quiet table with a bunch of older guys. One guy kind of looked like Howard Lederer except he cried a lot more. Then two guys that were 22 and 23 years old (I asked them) sat to my right and I started up a conversation with them. After all they were white so I figured they spoke good english. After about 15 minutes talking to them they decided to finally ask me how long I have been playing cards. I tell them that I knew from WPT about Texas Hold'em and played in some home tournaments. They laughed and they started telling me about the typical low limit bullshit that I myself like to hear. Phrases like...
"I don't even raise with AK becuase they always get beaten."
"I hate pocket Jacks, they never hold up."
"My aces got cracked blah blah blah times tonight, I swear everyone chases."
To my suprise the older guy who I thought knew the game somewhat (I just saw him shuffle chips and talk about some odds so I put him on being a good player...on a side note I always put everyone at the table as the best player ever until proven otherwise) started agreeing with these younger guys. This was awesome.
I decided that I would coffee house a bit. You probably won't believe me because it sounds stupid, but I decided to raise with mediocre shit and call someone down all the way to the river. HOWEVER, only on flops where it was clear that second and third pair were beat badly. One hand I raised it up from early position with pocket 3's. I got three callers and the board came up absolutly shitty for my hand. Perfect. So the guy with the Ace and big kicker who called my raise obviously has me beat to a pulp. However I go ahead and bet and he raises me. The two other "smarter" players fold since they know someone has the ace. I look at my cards again and I go ahead and call. Now looking like an idiot I go ahead and check and he becomes perplexed. He bets it out and I raise on the turn. Now this wasn't just me advertising completely, I wanted to try a pure bluff at this table and see the reactions...hey who knows, it might work?
Yeah well he called. I checked on the river and he bet out. I called. He flipped over his aces and I flipped over my pocket threes. I swear to god people need to pay attention to their own fucking chips and stop playing my cards. Haha. The two guys on my right was like...you knew he had the ace. What were you thinking? I said that it was a pocket pair. The older gentleman who won the pot off me looked at me and smirked. He couldn't believe he got paid off the way he did. So for the record I totally have an image of being an idiot. I just spoke loud enough to the other two guys next to me so the other players might be able to hear me so it wouldn't seem fucking strange.
"I couldn't lay those down. It was a pocket pair."
So for that hand it cost me 18 bucks to make an idiot of myself. So after a while of calling a lot of flops with mediocre hands to show I was a looser player (and yes, for the record people do notice these things if it happens over and over again. Even the ones that aren't looking for signs or tells can make out whether you only raise three times a night and fold 99 percent of your hands) I was down to about 40 bucks. I decided that if I was going to make it back I better get on it.
So I got right into my normal game and adjusted accordingly to the table. And guess what...what those two younger guys said and the other people agreeing with them was absolutly true. They really didn't raise preflop and were scared of the fucking nuts every hand. This was fucking awesome.
I know your bored so to make a long story short I decided that the table was good enough for me to go past my 12 o'clock curfew. The other people couldn't believe my "luck" as I kept winning, then losing it some then winning it all back and then some. It was up and down but in general I was building my stacks of 30 chips.
By the time it was about 2 o'clock I had the chip lead at the table (I know its not a tournament, but you know how much more aggressive you can seem to be with a bigger stack) with 13 stacks of 30 and 2 one hundred dollar chips on top. The crazy thing about this game was that whenever I had a hand and every once in a while the nuts, they would shake their head and couldn't believe it. The two younger guys who were losing money because of their pussiness said they coudln't believe it and I told them I wouldn't ever come back so I can be up in poker for the rest of my life.
Well I wish I could say I left with a nickel, but I suffered some bad beats and by the time I got out of there at around 3 o'clock and I had about 370 dollars in profit.
In case you didn't know, I love poker. Perhaps that is one of my main weaknesses, I could have left with 500 IN PROFIT which is RIDICULOUS for those limits, but I loved the game so much that I sat there and played. But whatever. I ain't mad. I lost 130 bucks making more moves...perhaps in the future I can learn to love the game, but remember that the priority is making money at this point so I can continue to practice the game...rather than love the game so much that it drives me into the ground.
Now onto the more important things in life...like me.
So on Sunday night I got all dressed up in my "poker" attire that I am going to try to wear while playing and headed out to my Aunt Mimi's house to see my cousin JoJo. I spelled it like that girl singer for a purpose. Not that he fills his mind with this trash that gets written on this blog, mostly by me. Anyway after watching Stitch play with his pillow and acting like a goof we decided to call it a night at around 9 o'clock. Thinking to myself I thought that I got a good nap in that afternoon so I was mentally okay to tackle cards. I told myself that I was going to put up one in play and if I lost it then I'd be done no matter how good the game was. After all I remembered that I did have work on Monday morning at 5 o'clock.
My mom wished me good luck because when she does I seem to win more often than not. My dad scolded me for my gambling habit and I was on my way. Withen 45 seconds I was already there at Bay101. If the Zanone's don't move by the time Stitch is 21...he will develop a gambling habit for sure.
I get there at Bay and suprised to see that everyone in San Jose seems to like to play cards at 9 at night on a Sunday. I stick my name on the board and watch the higher stakes games. I vow to myself that I will one day be playing there and crushing them.
At around 9:30 my name, Brandon gets called and I'm sat down at a quiet table with a bunch of older guys. One guy kind of looked like Howard Lederer except he cried a lot more. Then two guys that were 22 and 23 years old (I asked them) sat to my right and I started up a conversation with them. After all they were white so I figured they spoke good english. After about 15 minutes talking to them they decided to finally ask me how long I have been playing cards. I tell them that I knew from WPT about Texas Hold'em and played in some home tournaments. They laughed and they started telling me about the typical low limit bullshit that I myself like to hear. Phrases like...
"I don't even raise with AK becuase they always get beaten."
"I hate pocket Jacks, they never hold up."
"My aces got cracked blah blah blah times tonight, I swear everyone chases."
To my suprise the older guy who I thought knew the game somewhat (I just saw him shuffle chips and talk about some odds so I put him on being a good player...on a side note I always put everyone at the table as the best player ever until proven otherwise) started agreeing with these younger guys. This was awesome.
I decided that I would coffee house a bit. You probably won't believe me because it sounds stupid, but I decided to raise with mediocre shit and call someone down all the way to the river. HOWEVER, only on flops where it was clear that second and third pair were beat badly. One hand I raised it up from early position with pocket 3's. I got three callers and the board came up absolutly shitty for my hand. Perfect. So the guy with the Ace and big kicker who called my raise obviously has me beat to a pulp. However I go ahead and bet and he raises me. The two other "smarter" players fold since they know someone has the ace. I look at my cards again and I go ahead and call. Now looking like an idiot I go ahead and check and he becomes perplexed. He bets it out and I raise on the turn. Now this wasn't just me advertising completely, I wanted to try a pure bluff at this table and see the reactions...hey who knows, it might work?
Yeah well he called. I checked on the river and he bet out. I called. He flipped over his aces and I flipped over my pocket threes. I swear to god people need to pay attention to their own fucking chips and stop playing my cards. Haha. The two guys on my right was like...you knew he had the ace. What were you thinking? I said that it was a pocket pair. The older gentleman who won the pot off me looked at me and smirked. He couldn't believe he got paid off the way he did. So for the record I totally have an image of being an idiot. I just spoke loud enough to the other two guys next to me so the other players might be able to hear me so it wouldn't seem fucking strange.
"I couldn't lay those down. It was a pocket pair."
So for that hand it cost me 18 bucks to make an idiot of myself. So after a while of calling a lot of flops with mediocre hands to show I was a looser player (and yes, for the record people do notice these things if it happens over and over again. Even the ones that aren't looking for signs or tells can make out whether you only raise three times a night and fold 99 percent of your hands) I was down to about 40 bucks. I decided that if I was going to make it back I better get on it.
So I got right into my normal game and adjusted accordingly to the table. And guess what...what those two younger guys said and the other people agreeing with them was absolutly true. They really didn't raise preflop and were scared of the fucking nuts every hand. This was fucking awesome.
I know your bored so to make a long story short I decided that the table was good enough for me to go past my 12 o'clock curfew. The other people couldn't believe my "luck" as I kept winning, then losing it some then winning it all back and then some. It was up and down but in general I was building my stacks of 30 chips.
By the time it was about 2 o'clock I had the chip lead at the table (I know its not a tournament, but you know how much more aggressive you can seem to be with a bigger stack) with 13 stacks of 30 and 2 one hundred dollar chips on top. The crazy thing about this game was that whenever I had a hand and every once in a while the nuts, they would shake their head and couldn't believe it. The two younger guys who were losing money because of their pussiness said they coudln't believe it and I told them I wouldn't ever come back so I can be up in poker for the rest of my life.
Well I wish I could say I left with a nickel, but I suffered some bad beats and by the time I got out of there at around 3 o'clock and I had about 370 dollars in profit.
In case you didn't know, I love poker. Perhaps that is one of my main weaknesses, I could have left with 500 IN PROFIT which is RIDICULOUS for those limits, but I loved the game so much that I sat there and played. But whatever. I ain't mad. I lost 130 bucks making more moves...perhaps in the future I can learn to love the game, but remember that the priority is making money at this point so I can continue to practice the game...rather than love the game so much that it drives me into the ground.
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