Wednesday, April 8, 2009
2nd in 30r PLO
30r PLO 9k Guaranteed on Full Tilt, I got HU with a 450k to 100k chiplead and worked him down to a 490k to 60k advantage at 2k/4k, but crazy moron who played terrible ran super good against me which is really tilting. When the stacks were 290k to 260k he asked if I wanted to deal, I obviously don't want to and am a dick in chat about the numbers. I pwn him some before karma comes to bite me in the ass. I lose http://www.pokerhand.org/?4088165 which would've won it for me. A few hands later I get it in with top pair and a straight draw vs just a straight draw but he backdoors some riggedness and I lose. First was 3150, but second for 1995 gets me out of the 2200 downswing I'd been on Sunday/Monday which is pretty okay. Maybe fun real life stuff will happen later.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Potatoes
Well, I figure I'll link the old Vegas summer thing at the start just so it's there,
http://timmywie.blogspot.com/
After a harshly disappointing Sunday losing money after 10 hours of playing I went outside to hit some potatoes with a golf club.
Why, you might ask, am I hitting potatoes with a golf club? Well, potatoes and I have a bit of history, and despite my generally positive feelings for them I tend to abuse them a lot. A while back while bored one night I bet Scott the outrageous sum of $1 that I could throw a potato over his house. I chuck some potatoes from Market all the way into the backyard. Ship the easy money as well as yay for starting a new garden which will pay dividends well into the future. After this, my ego inflated, I claim to be able to toss a potato across the Iowa River and we book the bet for another dollar. We drive down to the library, get some weird looks as we walk around carrying a bag of potatoes, and pick a spot for chucking. The river is much wider than I remember and the 30mph wind doesn't help much, so I'm back to even. FML, right?
That leads us to tonight. Ever since I brought my golf clubs back to Iowa City I've been wondering how far I could hit a potato if I teed it up. I book $1 that given 3 swings I can get it across the river. After getting rigged on deep in the 50/50 to finish up my workday I want to blow off some steam and go off to my front lawn to try test it out before heading down to the river. I tee up a potato and bust out my 60 degree wedge. Upon contact, the potato splits into over a half dozen pieces which all fly in different directions, the farthest of which goes about 40 feet. I get a new potato, and try it again with similar results. As it turns out, potatoes are not made to withstand impact, and I lose the dollar to put the finishing touches on my crappy day.
I guess that's just how it goes sometimes.
http://timmywie.blogspot.com/
After a harshly disappointing Sunday losing money after 10 hours of playing I went outside to hit some potatoes with a golf club.
Why, you might ask, am I hitting potatoes with a golf club? Well, potatoes and I have a bit of history, and despite my generally positive feelings for them I tend to abuse them a lot. A while back while bored one night I bet Scott the outrageous sum of $1 that I could throw a potato over his house. I chuck some potatoes from Market all the way into the backyard. Ship the easy money as well as yay for starting a new garden which will pay dividends well into the future. After this, my ego inflated, I claim to be able to toss a potato across the Iowa River and we book the bet for another dollar. We drive down to the library, get some weird looks as we walk around carrying a bag of potatoes, and pick a spot for chucking. The river is much wider than I remember and the 30mph wind doesn't help much, so I'm back to even. FML, right?
That leads us to tonight. Ever since I brought my golf clubs back to Iowa City I've been wondering how far I could hit a potato if I teed it up. I book $1 that given 3 swings I can get it across the river. After getting rigged on deep in the 50/50 to finish up my workday I want to blow off some steam and go off to my front lawn to try test it out before heading down to the river. I tee up a potato and bust out my 60 degree wedge. Upon contact, the potato splits into over a half dozen pieces which all fly in different directions, the farthest of which goes about 40 feet. I get a new potato, and try it again with similar results. As it turns out, potatoes are not made to withstand impact, and I lose the dollar to put the finishing touches on my crappy day.
I guess that's just how it goes sometimes.
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