Archive for August, 2008


Finally Some Poker

I haven’t been able to play any poker over the past while because of connection problems, and it’s been driving me crazy! Firstly, I was just about to move up to $100NL online before I went on super massive monkey tilt and literally gifted the poker economy with $1500. Tilt is something I’ve always tried hard to control, yet never quite managed it and it’s the reason why instead of playing in pots of hundreds of dollars, I’m forced to play in pots for stacks of $10 in the murky depths that is $10NL! Once I get my rakeback for this month, I’ll be back up to $20NL, which I can beat quite easily as long as I can keep the tilt monkey away!

Tonight I decided to go up to Blazin’ Aces card club and play their €50 Freezeout. It’s their most popular game and attracted 42 runners which is a tidy amount for a mid-week game! I got off to a good start, the first hand I raised with was KK in the second level which I found UTG+1. UTG minraised to 200. I’ve seem him calling off his stack preflop with trash before, so I was happy to isolate and made it 750 with effective stacks at around 10k. I’m called by UTG+2 and then, a competent player in LP makes it 3k and he is instantly called by the button who is a bit spewy unless he’s running well. UTG folds and I shove for my 10k. The problem is, it was an instant shove. I didn’t dwell up and made it pretty obvious that I had QQ+. The 4bettor looked in pain before folding what he said was QQ. The button also folded and I took down the pot, increasing my stack by 70% without having to see a flop! I think if I had paused for a while, I could have got QQ to call the shove, but that’s something I’ll just have to chalk down as inexperience.

The next hand that I got involved with was with QQ and yet again there was plenty of action preflop. UTG raised 4.5x the BB to 450 and I reraised to 1400. I’m called by the player to my left and it’s folded around to the SB who pushes for 5400. This is the same player who folded QQ to my shove earlier, so I think he’s strong. He probably has TT+, AQs+ almost all the time here. I simply call because if I reshoved, I’d only get called by AA or KK by the player to my left. I want him to stack off on the flop to me. The flop comes 7 high and I shove, hoping to get a call by 88-JJ. Instead, he folds. The other player has AK but I don’t need to sweat because a queen comes on the turn leaving him drawing dead.

After the break, I move table and sit down to see 6s7s in my first hand. I’m the HiJack and limp behind several other limpers. UTG leads out on a 7 high flop and I flat call. The turn is a spade which gives me a flush draw and a gutshot. It’s checked to me and I bet 2.5 into a pot of ~3.5k which is called. I hit my flush on the river and value bet 4.5k but he folds.

It goes wrong when I move table. I don’t pick up any hands and start to blind away. I lose a lot of chips with QJ, twice! First time, I’m in the SB and raise after it’s folded around to me only for the BB to push for my entire stack (which at this point is still above average). I fold. Then, a fairly standard ABC player limps UTG. I raise with QJ to isolate. Early position limps by ABC players generally mean small pocket pairs, so I raised because I know he’s going to call me to hit a set and I can bluff him off a lot of flops when I miss. The flop comes K-J-6, he looks like he’s hit the jackpot as he quickly glances at his chips before checking. I foolishly bet out and he pushes. Am I ever ahead I wonder! I decide I’m not and fold. I ask him did he have a set of sixes and he shows them. Great read I say to myself, but I know my bet on the flop was bad and I’ve tilted myself.

A few hands later and it’s all over! I have KsQs on the BB and there’s an UTG raise of 4.1k, with blinds at 500/1000. I’m playing a stack of 16k and decide to flat call and shove any flop with my reasoning that I will often fold out better hands such as small pairs and Ace-x when I shove for the pot on the flop. However, the flop comes 533, probably the worse board I could have hoped for yet I shove anyway and am called by AK which holds. Oh well!

I seem to have sorted out my internet connection, so I’m going to try get some hands in to try and get back up to respectable stakes!

College Repeats

My college exams repeats were never going to be plain sailing given that Maths and Stats were two of the subjects that I’m repeating! I’ve never enjoyed either subject and would prefer to have a dog lock onto my ankle than sit down and do calculations! All I’ve ever aimed for is that damn 40 percent… the magic, if not less than average number that will see me propel into second year of college!

I most definitely did myself no favours yesterday morning for my 9am Stats exam. Before I went to bed, I decided to have a look at a few notes and see if I could remember anything only to find out that I didn’t actually have any notes. Not disastrous, I could simply check online for notes from other colleges! Well, I could if my internet wasn’t down every 5 minutes! So I actually got nothing done except for meticulously lay everything I needed beside my bed so I could simply grab and go in the morning!

Naturally, I woke up late, 15 minutes before my exam was going to start! I jumped out of bed to get dressed but landed straight on my calculator smashing the thing into a few pieces! I had a root around the house looking for another calculator but to no avail! I arrived at the exam hall just in time, but I wonder should I have bothered because there I was sitting down at a desk trying to calculate the standard deviation using nothing but my head! Sure I don’t even know what Standard Deviation is!

I need only pass one exam (of the three I have to repeat) to continue into second year so I’ve stocked up on Maths books to try and learn what I can over the next week! Not tonight though, I’m going out… and tomorrow for that matter. I’m sure I’ll find some time to study though….

Waterford City – Dangerous Stuff

Tonight, Waterford City erupted! I had always assumed it was a safe place to work and live but the recent traveller feuds really have put Waterford City on the map, and for all the wrong reasons! At around 10pm, I finished work. I had heard some talk from a few people speaking of travellers in John St, which is about a 5 minute walk away from where I work. Travellers by themselves aren’t really something to be worried about, but when they’re involved in a feud which has already seen people wind up dead, it kind of makes you want to duck for cover!

I had heard of all this trouble, so I decided to leave via the front entrance of where I work only to find myself immediately calling for managers left right and centre as several knackers were trying to get in! Our general manager held them off until the other (male) managers arrived on the scene! She really deserves a lot of credit for keeping the place out of trouble for the night which is more that can be said for other areas of the town!

Shots were fired was what I was being told in the Taxi journey home. Shortly afterwards, the John St area of the city was blocked off to everyone, which obviously affected business while at the same time broadcasting that what had happened was very, very serious! I had a friend working in the very middle of it all who had quite the story to tell that involved a loud crashing sound and then he saw a Garda van full of bullet holes in the middle of the city!

Things seemed to quieten down after that, but of course they would with every single emergency unit in the South East being on high alert. There have been reports of people hanging themselves and cars being burnt in some of the estates in the city but I’ve heard nothing more than that! If all the stories turn out to be true then I have no doubt that Waterford will wake up a different City to the one it was earlier…

I need sleep!

It has been a hectic few days to say the least. I spent the entire weekend being arguably at the wrong side of the bar – that is to say I was behind it rather than in front of it shouting slurred orders! To say we were busy would be an understatement as we experienced a seemingly endless stream of customers coming into us, and I’m not talking about a nice comfortable trickling stream, I mean a “hold on for dear life” rapids kind of stream!

Despite complaining to everyone who would listen that I was stuck behind a bar all day, it wasn’t all that bad! While being stuck making lattes, cappuccinos and frapamachiattes (okay, I made that one up) for customers soon lost it’s charm, I was able to make enough money in tips to pay for my nights out in the Forum on Friday, Saturday and Sunday! I was working all three days of the festival and managed to go out as well… for free! I like free!

All this fun comes at a price though! Whenever I go out, I have a horrible habit of waking up at 10am the following morning. While it’s sometimes nice to savour the beautiful morning air, it’s pretty annoying when you had just stumbled into bed in a sorry state a mere 3 hours beforehand! Going into work on Sunday, I was already knackered. I was due to stay on until 2am, but decided against taking a break during the shift so I could leave half an hour early and go to the forum. A great idea you might be thinking, but I can assure you that any idea or plan that involves not taking a break during the busiest day of the year and going out and getting hammered is not recommended, especially when you’re due in at 9am the following day!

Despite getting to the forum at 1:45, I managed to drink myself silly thanks of course to the generosity of the Waterford public (oh how I love them!). Crawling into bed at 6am meant I didn’t have much time to sleep! In fact, I managed to get an hour of sleep before 1 of my 6 alarms I had set started going off! I somehow got into work on time to find that I was stocktaking for the morning which involved counting every single bottle of beer in the bar. Just what I needed at 9 in the morning with the eyes popping out of my head!

If 8 hours of counting bottles wasn’t bad enough, I then had to face another 7 hours dealing cards in Dungarvan. I can tell you that it took a lot of Red Bull just to be able to remain concious and it took every bit of mental strength I had left to be able to do my job! By time I got home at 6am, I collapsed into my bed and pretty much fell asleep straight away. I woke up one hour later to the sound of the postman at the door who wanted me to sign for some DVDs that I ordered online about two months a go! Now that I was awake I decided to watch Eyes Wide Shut, an appropriate film for the state I was in but I don’t think I understood what was going on as I was so tired. The only thing I remember is that there are a lot of boobs in it!

So here I am, laying on my bed complaining about needing sleep! You’d think I’d just put down the laptop and rest my eyes and drift into slumber land, but it’s not that easy as I’m so tired, it hurts to close my eyes! If I stay away much longer I’ll soon lose what little sanity I have left!

I danced to an accordian!

Today saw the launch of Spraoi – the single biggest festival held in Waterford each year! It’s where Waterford’s alternative side is allowed to shine and where Waterford as a whole celebrates its uniqueness within the South East. Street shows await all those who make the trip into town, but unfortunately for me, I’m stuck in work for the majority of it all!

Tonight,however, saw me use up what little spare time I had to go to the forum, which is Waterford’s alternative night spot. I fit right in, with my formal short and jeans. Fit in like an arse on an elbow that is! There were a few bands playing. In fact when we arrived we were convinced the place was empty, but in actuality there was a band playing, that band had a digeredoo, or whatever it’s called and I think the most they had on the floor was about five, and all of them were actually on their way to the toilets!

The second band on stage weren’t all that bad! They reminded me of Bob Dylan and I admit that I was drunk enough to throw myself around the place to every beat and riff. Don’t even ask me how I danced to an accordian or mouth organ, but it was fun nonetheless! It wasn’t until they started playing covers of classics that the dancefloor filled up. I can’t remember a single song they played though, only that the lead singers voice was good, despite his atrocious English accent which was hillarious to listen to in between songs!

Finally Ilya K came on, I’ve only ever seen them twice before this but each and every time they impressed me. Their sheer energy resonated to each and every person in the building and I couldn’t help but stand on in awe (and in a drunken stupor) and watch the masters in work! This band really deserves big things to happen to them!

I finally stumbled in the door at 4am, just glad to have found my house! I’ll cast my hangover aside and head into town because I don’t want to miss Spraoi for the 3rd year in a row!

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