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Weekending
Oct. 3rd, 2010 11:20 pmI drove down to Brighton yesterday for an afternoon party. On the way I decided to try the "shortest" route on the SatNav, because I knew that the "fastest" route would take 65 miles for a 53-mile journey.
Unfortunately the "shortest" route immediately went tits up in that I got caught in a traffic jam in Lewisham. There were some intersting back-routes that I didn't know about, and if there were no other cars (or, more relevantly, buses) on the road it would be a neat way to go. However, the existence of road works, road humps and narrow streets caused it to be a 1.25 hour trip for the first 13 miles. Then the middle bit was good, but then the bit at the end was bad again. Net result, 2.25 hours to travel 51.3 miles.
On the way back I suffered some serious heavy rain in the dark. Not much fun, and a couple of times on the M23 I thought the car was edging towards loss of control. "Driving on pebbles" might be one description -- the steering wheel was light indeed. Notwithstanding that, I still made it home in 1 hour 40 minutes using a hybrid of the SatNav and my own instincts.
A lovely day at Kate and Craig's, with only a couple of hitches (well, one bloke, TBH).
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Some entertaining hands in the past couple of days, with me usually on the wrong side of them. I really feel that if you call a three-bet in position with 99 and by the turn the board is KK29 double-suited, you have to count yourself unlucky to find the big blind sitting on KK.
Even weirder was a hand where, when the money went all in on the flop and I saw my opponent's cards, I actually stopped paying attention. because I "knew" that I had the hand won. It was only when the hand was over and I saw that he had $600 and, er, I didn't, that I investigated what had happened.
Limp from opponent, check from me in the BB with 8d 5d. Board comes 6h 7h 9d, giving me the second nuts. Opponent has $500 in front of him and is clearly lagging.
I check. He bets $3. I raise to $8 and he shoves for $500. My remaining $90 zooms into the middle, and he turns over .... Qs Js.
I look away to other more relevant tables, only to come back to see that I have done my bollocks, and have to look at the hand history to see what the fuck happened. Oh, yes, a King on the turn and a 10 on the river. Standard.
It was quite heartening in a way (although I woould rather have won the hand, obviously). There are still some serious nutters around at the weekend who will throw away their money.
This evening I experimented with some 6-tabling 6-max on Party at 5c-10c. First conclusions were that the standard deviation per hour is probably in the region of $20. In other words, it's about a sixth of the size of FR 50c-$1, despite being one-tenth of the stakes.
Secondly, the rake per hour is about $4.50, compared with about $20 for FR 50c-$1.
Thirdly, it ran at about 470 hands per hour, rather than the 330 or so I would expect at FR. Virtually no "tough" decisions, because the inherent aggression in the game tends to mean that your plan of action is mapped out from very early on. For me this tended to be along the lines of "Any top-pair top kicker, it's all going in" or, if it's a Button vs blind battle, "any piece of this flop and I'll shove his continuation bet". Very few bluffs or even semi-bluffs. Everything was for value, and thin value at that.
Obviously at higher levels and fewer tables, you can come up with more "thinking" plays that would probably have a slightly higher EV, but at this level, a rather automatic semi-LAG style will do you okay.
But I won't be breaking that bank at 5c-10c. I won $2.90, with an EV of $6.20. Actually, that isn't really too bad. :-)
The most pleasing part of it was that the Hold Em Manager (non-showdown) red line was way above zero and the (showdown) blue line was below it -- the reverse of what you expect from a winning player at full ring, but precisely what a laggy short-handed winning player is likely to have.
Except that I wasn't THAT laggy. 22.25% VPIP, 16.5% raises. Hell, I know full ring players with stats like that. Went to showdown just 16.4% (mainly because I was two-barreling virtually any piece of the flop and three-barreling very thin) and I won 55% of them. Obviously a very small sample, but it was fun. Wish I had the time to do more of it for longer, but needs must a move up to the next level of stakes fairly sharpish.
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On a rather sadder note, it looks as if my mother's only brother will die any day now. He's been brought back to his home and all nutrition has been stopped, with the morphine level turned up as well. Hard to tell if he's suffering, although while still in the hospital he was in a bit of discomfort (from the tubes and things, rather than the cancer). My mum seems to be bearing up to this rather well, although of course in our family any display of emotion would be frowned upon.
Denis and I were not particularly close -- we couldn't have more different personalities. Although he did take me up in a twin-seater from Biggin Hill when I was young. That was fun. But it's still one more relative, of the few whom I have left, to depart this earth. Needless to say, by the time I reach his age (82) I will likely have no surviving relatives, close or distant, whom I know. Which seems to portend a rather lonely, sad, unremembered death. Oh well, so it goes. I just hope that it isn't in a crowded hopsital ward, unnoticed for three or four hours because the staff are busy elsewhere.
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Unfortunately the "shortest" route immediately went tits up in that I got caught in a traffic jam in Lewisham. There were some intersting back-routes that I didn't know about, and if there were no other cars (or, more relevantly, buses) on the road it would be a neat way to go. However, the existence of road works, road humps and narrow streets caused it to be a 1.25 hour trip for the first 13 miles. Then the middle bit was good, but then the bit at the end was bad again. Net result, 2.25 hours to travel 51.3 miles.
On the way back I suffered some serious heavy rain in the dark. Not much fun, and a couple of times on the M23 I thought the car was edging towards loss of control. "Driving on pebbles" might be one description -- the steering wheel was light indeed. Notwithstanding that, I still made it home in 1 hour 40 minutes using a hybrid of the SatNav and my own instincts.
A lovely day at Kate and Craig's, with only a couple of hitches (well, one bloke, TBH).
++++++++++
Some entertaining hands in the past couple of days, with me usually on the wrong side of them. I really feel that if you call a three-bet in position with 99 and by the turn the board is KK29 double-suited, you have to count yourself unlucky to find the big blind sitting on KK.
Even weirder was a hand where, when the money went all in on the flop and I saw my opponent's cards, I actually stopped paying attention. because I "knew" that I had the hand won. It was only when the hand was over and I saw that he had $600 and, er, I didn't, that I investigated what had happened.
Limp from opponent, check from me in the BB with 8d 5d. Board comes 6h 7h 9d, giving me the second nuts. Opponent has $500 in front of him and is clearly lagging.
I check. He bets $3. I raise to $8 and he shoves for $500. My remaining $90 zooms into the middle, and he turns over .... Qs Js.
I look away to other more relevant tables, only to come back to see that I have done my bollocks, and have to look at the hand history to see what the fuck happened. Oh, yes, a King on the turn and a 10 on the river. Standard.
It was quite heartening in a way (although I woould rather have won the hand, obviously). There are still some serious nutters around at the weekend who will throw away their money.
This evening I experimented with some 6-tabling 6-max on Party at 5c-10c. First conclusions were that the standard deviation per hour is probably in the region of $20. In other words, it's about a sixth of the size of FR 50c-$1, despite being one-tenth of the stakes.
Secondly, the rake per hour is about $4.50, compared with about $20 for FR 50c-$1.
Thirdly, it ran at about 470 hands per hour, rather than the 330 or so I would expect at FR. Virtually no "tough" decisions, because the inherent aggression in the game tends to mean that your plan of action is mapped out from very early on. For me this tended to be along the lines of "Any top-pair top kicker, it's all going in" or, if it's a Button vs blind battle, "any piece of this flop and I'll shove his continuation bet". Very few bluffs or even semi-bluffs. Everything was for value, and thin value at that.
Obviously at higher levels and fewer tables, you can come up with more "thinking" plays that would probably have a slightly higher EV, but at this level, a rather automatic semi-LAG style will do you okay.
But I won't be breaking that bank at 5c-10c. I won $2.90, with an EV of $6.20. Actually, that isn't really too bad. :-)
The most pleasing part of it was that the Hold Em Manager (non-showdown) red line was way above zero and the (showdown) blue line was below it -- the reverse of what you expect from a winning player at full ring, but precisely what a laggy short-handed winning player is likely to have.
Except that I wasn't THAT laggy. 22.25% VPIP, 16.5% raises. Hell, I know full ring players with stats like that. Went to showdown just 16.4% (mainly because I was two-barreling virtually any piece of the flop and three-barreling very thin) and I won 55% of them. Obviously a very small sample, but it was fun. Wish I had the time to do more of it for longer, but needs must a move up to the next level of stakes fairly sharpish.
+++++
On a rather sadder note, it looks as if my mother's only brother will die any day now. He's been brought back to his home and all nutrition has been stopped, with the morphine level turned up as well. Hard to tell if he's suffering, although while still in the hospital he was in a bit of discomfort (from the tubes and things, rather than the cancer). My mum seems to be bearing up to this rather well, although of course in our family any display of emotion would be frowned upon.
Denis and I were not particularly close -- we couldn't have more different personalities. Although he did take me up in a twin-seater from Biggin Hill when I was young. That was fun. But it's still one more relative, of the few whom I have left, to depart this earth. Needless to say, by the time I reach his age (82) I will likely have no surviving relatives, close or distant, whom I know. Which seems to portend a rather lonely, sad, unremembered death. Oh well, so it goes. I just hope that it isn't in a crowded hopsital ward, unnoticed for three or four hours because the staff are busy elsewhere.
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