AC + Snakes = good weekend
This is one of those weekends where there are plenty of highlights to go around, you just don't know where to begin. I suppose I'll start off with the event I have been looking forward to for months now, and that's *finally* getting to see Snakes on a Plane! Jess and I went to see it last night, hitting the bar for a few hours beforehand so we could get in a quality SOAP mindset. I have to admit, with all the hype surrounding this movie, I was concerned it would be a let down once I actually saw it. It wasn't. I was absolutely giddy the second the opening credits rolled, and stayed that way for the next hour and half. The jokes were cheesy, the action non-stop, the snakes were scary, and Samuel Jackson was the MAN. Don't expect any Oscars for this one, but this was the most fun I have had at a movie theater in years. And isn't that what going to the movies is all about, being entertained?
We got home from the movie, and lucked out since the Yanks/Sox were in a rain delay so I was able to watch most of the game, even after catching Entourage. I sat down to play in a 10:30 touney on Bodog, but after about 15 minutes I had developed a *nasty* headache, and just wanted to lay down on the couch and watch the Yankee game. So I was about to just go all in with junk and get it over with, but instead I asked Jess if she would want to play it out for me. She sat down at the controls, and I moved to the couch. At first she was asking me every hand what she should do, and finally I just started answering "have fun with it". I ended up watching the game and napping on and off for the next 2 hours, and when I finally looked up at the clock it was almost 1am and Jess was still in the tourney. She ended up busting out just off the money, but I was proud of her!
Dave and I headed down to AC on saturday night. I went down $200 early, by giving away most of my chips to a loose aggressive player 2 seats to my left by playing weak hands out of position, then getting pushed out of the pot after the turn and/or river. I was very upset with my play after the first hour. I went for a little walk and got my head together, figuring I was gonna wait this guy out and get my chips back from him. I rebought for another $200, and played conservatively from there on, waiting for my chance. I picked up a pot here and there, and with about $270 in front of me, I pick up AA in the small blind. A couple of limpers in the pot when it comes around to me, I raise it to $12. Mr Loose aggressive call, as does one other player. Flop comes out A Q 4, no flush draw. I bet out $15, and get raised another $35 by you-know-who. The third person in the hand folds, so it's heads up. I decide not to slow play my set, this guy is likely to hang himself here anyway. I raise him another $35. He asks me how much money I have left in front of me. I don't even count my chips for him, I tell him "it doesn't matter, just put me all in." You could tell I confused him with that challenge, he sat there and stared at me for a good sixty seconds, when he eventually did push all his chips in the middle. I called in a heartbeat, and he flips over A3. Ace-three????? I wish I could play witha table full of these guys. I pull a $600 pot, and my night is looking up.
I ended up leaving with $85 profit, after I lost a pot to a med student who needed the money more than I did. I was dealt QQ, when he fires a preflop raise of $15 into the pot, This kid has been quiet all night, playing very very tight. I reraised him another $25 to see where I stood, and he called instantly. So I know that he has a hand now. Flop came out J 9 3. I still have an overpair to the board, so I throw out another $25. He reraises me all in, another $60 on top. I knew I was beat at this point, but with the overpair and only $60 to call into a $190 pot, I had to call. Sure enough, he turns over KK as I flip my QQ. The turn comes...... Q. The look on this poor kids face was like I told him I just ran over his dog. He was crushed. I felt bad. I really did. River card..... K. I felt better. He was elated. Than he ran over to me and apologized. A few times. I told him he didn't need to apolgize, I was the one who sucked out on him in the first place. He then told me that he was in med school, and he really needed this money, and that he would save my life one day. So I got that going for me.
I have another fantasy football draft tonight, my big money league. I have the #4 pick in the draft, so unless somebody has a brain fart and passes on one of the big 3, I am going to have a tough decision to make. It's a heavily Touchdown biased scoring system, with 1 point for every 20 yards gained rather than the traditional 1 point for every 10 yards gained, so that is going to influence my pick in a big way I think. Either way, I *HATE* picking #4 in this years draft.
We got home from the movie, and lucked out since the Yanks/Sox were in a rain delay so I was able to watch most of the game, even after catching Entourage. I sat down to play in a 10:30 touney on Bodog, but after about 15 minutes I had developed a *nasty* headache, and just wanted to lay down on the couch and watch the Yankee game. So I was about to just go all in with junk and get it over with, but instead I asked Jess if she would want to play it out for me. She sat down at the controls, and I moved to the couch. At first she was asking me every hand what she should do, and finally I just started answering "have fun with it". I ended up watching the game and napping on and off for the next 2 hours, and when I finally looked up at the clock it was almost 1am and Jess was still in the tourney. She ended up busting out just off the money, but I was proud of her!
Dave and I headed down to AC on saturday night. I went down $200 early, by giving away most of my chips to a loose aggressive player 2 seats to my left by playing weak hands out of position, then getting pushed out of the pot after the turn and/or river. I was very upset with my play after the first hour. I went for a little walk and got my head together, figuring I was gonna wait this guy out and get my chips back from him. I rebought for another $200, and played conservatively from there on, waiting for my chance. I picked up a pot here and there, and with about $270 in front of me, I pick up AA in the small blind. A couple of limpers in the pot when it comes around to me, I raise it to $12. Mr Loose aggressive call, as does one other player. Flop comes out A Q 4, no flush draw. I bet out $15, and get raised another $35 by you-know-who. The third person in the hand folds, so it's heads up. I decide not to slow play my set, this guy is likely to hang himself here anyway. I raise him another $35. He asks me how much money I have left in front of me. I don't even count my chips for him, I tell him "it doesn't matter, just put me all in." You could tell I confused him with that challenge, he sat there and stared at me for a good sixty seconds, when he eventually did push all his chips in the middle. I called in a heartbeat, and he flips over A3. Ace-three????? I wish I could play witha table full of these guys. I pull a $600 pot, and my night is looking up.
I ended up leaving with $85 profit, after I lost a pot to a med student who needed the money more than I did. I was dealt QQ, when he fires a preflop raise of $15 into the pot, This kid has been quiet all night, playing very very tight. I reraised him another $25 to see where I stood, and he called instantly. So I know that he has a hand now. Flop came out J 9 3. I still have an overpair to the board, so I throw out another $25. He reraises me all in, another $60 on top. I knew I was beat at this point, but with the overpair and only $60 to call into a $190 pot, I had to call. Sure enough, he turns over KK as I flip my QQ. The turn comes...... Q. The look on this poor kids face was like I told him I just ran over his dog. He was crushed. I felt bad. I really did. River card..... K. I felt better. He was elated. Than he ran over to me and apologized. A few times. I told him he didn't need to apolgize, I was the one who sucked out on him in the first place. He then told me that he was in med school, and he really needed this money, and that he would save my life one day. So I got that going for me.
I have another fantasy football draft tonight, my big money league. I have the #4 pick in the draft, so unless somebody has a brain fart and passes on one of the big 3, I am going to have a tough decision to make. It's a heavily Touchdown biased scoring system, with 1 point for every 20 yards gained rather than the traditional 1 point for every 10 yards gained, so that is going to influence my pick in a big way I think. Either way, I *HATE* picking #4 in this years draft.