Life Is Just Tiring Sometimes
Jun. 8th, 2005 08:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
peterbirksWell, the man came round to look at the ceiling, and he said that he and a labourer could manage it in a "long day" (this means working after 3pm in building-speak, I think). Unfortunately, I have to empty the room. Now, emptying my office will not be easy. Just emptying it of the contents will be hard enough, but taking out the furniture and the entire top row of shelves (which circumnavigate the room apart from the chimney-breast) kind of eliminates any planned poker-playing, shopping, reading, or eating on Sunday.
Here's the crack:
And then the following weekend, I shall be doing my impersonation of the grand Old Duke of York in reverse, by marching the books and shelves back up again.
I'm finally stripping the paint from the last unstripped door in the house (although the bannisters still await a long, long job). THe upshot was that I was so knackered by half-past-seven that I went to bed, with the inevitable result that I woke up at 1.30am. Got up, played half an hour on Party to knock of some bonus dollars, and then treated myself to a relaxing half-hour on Ultimate playing low-stakes $50 max buy-in Omaha.
My god, these players can be bad. I picked up $8 without going near a showdown or seeing anything approaching a set or a straight (rock on the button and the check-raise from the small blind, I say). But a couple of hands in which I wasn't playing almost took my breath away.
The most notable was where the board came something like TS 6S KH and the pre-flop raiser on the button bet the pot, to be called by one player. Turn brought the QS, putting a possible straight and a possible flush out there. MP2 checked and button bet pot again. MP2 promptly reraised all-in, clearly indicating the nut flush, and Button called like a shot, presumably indicating King flush or a set on the chase.
River was a rag. MP2 promptly turned over a hand where the only relevant cards in a pile of tat were the four and five of spades, giving him about as ropey a flush as you can imagine, while the button turned out to have the monstrous (in one sense of the word, anyway) top two-pair with a gutshot straight draw. Dreadful, truly dreadful. And this was something like a sixty-buck pot.
One might claim that MP2 knew about the button's style (which seemed to consist of grossly overrating absolutely anything) but even then he had no right calling the bet on the flop. Unfortunately I couldn't pick up the right hand or situation to make hay.
My average in 25c-50c PLO so far is $67 per 100 hands over 900 hands. I haven't run this through the standard deviation checker yet, because it's still a small sample (particularly for PLO) and I know that I've had the best side of the luck right the way through. Lucky that the cards have no memory :-)
Here's the crack:
And then the following weekend, I shall be doing my impersonation of the grand Old Duke of York in reverse, by marching the books and shelves back up again.
I'm finally stripping the paint from the last unstripped door in the house (although the bannisters still await a long, long job). THe upshot was that I was so knackered by half-past-seven that I went to bed, with the inevitable result that I woke up at 1.30am. Got up, played half an hour on Party to knock of some bonus dollars, and then treated myself to a relaxing half-hour on Ultimate playing low-stakes $50 max buy-in Omaha.
My god, these players can be bad. I picked up $8 without going near a showdown or seeing anything approaching a set or a straight (rock on the button and the check-raise from the small blind, I say). But a couple of hands in which I wasn't playing almost took my breath away.
The most notable was where the board came something like TS 6S KH and the pre-flop raiser on the button bet the pot, to be called by one player. Turn brought the QS, putting a possible straight and a possible flush out there. MP2 checked and button bet pot again. MP2 promptly reraised all-in, clearly indicating the nut flush, and Button called like a shot, presumably indicating King flush or a set on the chase.
River was a rag. MP2 promptly turned over a hand where the only relevant cards in a pile of tat were the four and five of spades, giving him about as ropey a flush as you can imagine, while the button turned out to have the monstrous (in one sense of the word, anyway) top two-pair with a gutshot straight draw. Dreadful, truly dreadful. And this was something like a sixty-buck pot.
One might claim that MP2 knew about the button's style (which seemed to consist of grossly overrating absolutely anything) but even then he had no right calling the bet on the flop. Unfortunately I couldn't pick up the right hand or situation to make hay.
My average in 25c-50c PLO so far is $67 per 100 hands over 900 hands. I haven't run this through the standard deviation checker yet, because it's still a small sample (particularly for PLO) and I know that I've had the best side of the luck right the way through. Lucky that the cards have no memory :-)
