Friday, October 30, 2009

2009 in (way early) Review

This won't come as a surprise, but I haven't been updating the old blog anymore. More or less anything that requires regular effort uncomfortably stirs the embers of the jobament-phobia fires and therefore needs to just go away.

But I figured I could fire the occasional barrel here to update anyone who might care about my poker life. I was reviewing Mr. PokerLog and decided it was a good semi-random time for an annual recap. So here we go:

No surprise, but early 2009 not so good in the land of pokerz.

- As of April 5th
Stucko about $1k after oh 400-ish hours of self-induced misery we'll sum up as the EliteTardNova chase from hell. Once again, what was I thinking?

- August / Sept 2009
In an uber-rare positive poker experience, Pat & I have a great online satellite run & win a bunch of $200, $300, and $500 seats for Stars WCOOP online donkament series. He also goes on a crazy good Cake donkament run and is firing me chop $ shells almost nightly.

As of Sept 15th 9:30pm, we're now 8 1/2 months and close to 1,000 violent-head-rubbing, laptop-whacking, open palm-smacking hours into our poker year, and YTD win has reached the lofty number of an eye-popping $14k. Yee haw. We've reached an hourly earn rate that many of the non-management types at MickeyD's could envy.

To add to the good times, after putting it off for only, oh, 2 or 3 months, I had just gone to lunch with an old consulting colleague to discuss possible work. Now I happen to like the guy a lot (he's actually fun hang with in or out of work, we used to have work days in his office filled with marathon sessions of games on his Mac followed by up outings to Kimball farms driving range). But I probably don't need to tell you just how giddy with joy I was before, during, and after that jobament-related outing. Ah the wistful day-dreaming about all the good work times, the glamour of business travel, the delicious discipline of getting up by 8am regularly, the delightful ambience of overhead flourescent lighting, not to mention the sheer tactile pleasure of donning dress pants & shoes with a crisp, snappy collared shirt (extra starch please!). Oh the longing for a full-time+ gig grinding out extra profit for some mega-corporation it stirs up in me even now. But I digress...

- Sept 15th about 9:45 pm.
With the ever-growing doom-filled sense that poker may be only a marginally less painful Evil vs. the possible jobament looming ever larger in my future, I'm not even playing online. However, I am sweating Pat in his $530 WCOOP Stud Hi/Lo donkament before bed. (Yeah, I was about to go to bed. You know poker's bad when I'm going to bed before 10pm).

Splasher's arrrrrin with a ~6BB / 1,300 chip stack - he gets it in good & doubles up to 3k. Rinse & repeat 2 more arrrin's again over next orbit or two and nows he's pretty robusto. Well, we're swapping pieces and I love to sweat / cheerlead, so I decide to fire up a random tourney or two for something to do while I rail him.

So I spark up FullTilt and there's a minute or two left in late reg for some random $20+2 Turbo donkament... fire! Splasher gets involved in a big pot, so I get distracted (shocker) and watch it unfold. Naturally, this being Stud Hi/Lo, it takes roughly 19 minutes for all 13 streets worth of queer min-bet action to unfold to the dramatic conclusion where 2 people inevitably chop up a split pot for a monster 2% increase in their stacks.

By the time I notice the beeping and remember I had reg'd for a donkament, I look down to see that not only is this a Turbo, it's 6-max, I've been blinded out for over an orbit. Blinds = 50-100 (and about to go up, as they did every 5 minutes), my stack = 1,350 (vs avg of over 3k), oh and it turns out there 1000s of people left out of the 7,634 people who reg'd. Solid value for my 22 bucks, with me snuggled down in in the bottom 10% of the field. Well at least it'll likely be a quick painless Turbo death, as I notice I'm UTG with a medium Ace (AT or AJ I think), so shovey mcshove isacomin'.

Fast forward through ~1 hour of Luckbox running in Harp mode to what what may be the most delicious poker karma I ever get to deliver:
With my uber-healthy stack (from over-the-top aggro-lagtard play, even for 6-max standards), I have 55 UTG with ~4x avg stack and almost 2x the biggest stack at the table who is in BB. I open-shove, and as it has been over and over, it's robo-folded around to BB. He tanks. He chirps "sooo... how do you know I don't have a s s e s", requests time, "hmmmmmmm.....", lets his clock tick all the way down to 3, types "hahahahaha", then calls for his whole stack, which is ~60% of mine.
He shows AA. Flop JJ5. My flopped boat holds up, stack is robusto, and the combo of his rant & the table chat is sick good. It flip-flops between his misspelled-obscenity-ridden description of how bad amylouwho/FullTilt riggaments are and the table laughing at him while reveling in the oh-so-tasty slow-roller karma.
I took pleasure in forwarding this sample to support (NSFW). Good times.

Dealer: Hand #14725618297
sp0rt69 (Observer): AMY
sp0rt69 (Observer): BASTSARD
sp0rt69 (Observer): MOTEHR FUKER
sp0rt69 (Observer): I &@$ UR MOTHER
sp0rt69 (Observer): EVERY DAY
sp0rt69 (Observer): BASTARD
sp0rt69 (Observer): OK U ARE FROM AMERICA
sp0rt69 (Observer): AND FULLTILT
sp0rt69 (Observer): GIVES U SOME HANDS
sp0rt69 (Observer): BUT UR MOTHER
sp0rt69 (Observer): IS STILL BI...TCH
sp0rt69 (Observer): MOTHER FUKER
sp0rt69 (Observer): U THINKU ARE A GOOD PLAYER NOW
sp0rt69 (Observer): U ARE NOT
sp0rt69 (Observer): U ARE JUST AMERICAN
Dealer: Hand #14725634608
sp0rt69 (Observer): MOTHER FUKER
AmSlim22: dont slowroll
amylouwho: lol
sp0rt69 (Observer): BUT
sp0rt69 (Observer): WHATEVER
sp0rt69 (Observer): UR MOTHER
amylouwho: slowroll = baaaaad karma
sp0rt69 (Observer): IS BIT......CH
sp0rt69 (Observer): BASTARD
Dealer: Hand #14725646467
sp0rt69 (Observer): MOTHER FUKER:)
sp0rt69 (Observer): OHH
sp0rt69 (Observer): HOW DO U FEEL?
sp0rt69 (Observer): ITS OK..DONT CRY
sp0rt69 (Observer): UR MOTHER IS A B...TCH
p0rt69 (Observer): BUT......
sp0rt69 (Observer): AND UR FATHER GAY
sp0rt69 (Observer): BUT WHAT TO DO
Dealer: Hand #14725659293
sp0rt69 (Observer): KEEP PLAYING POKER
sp0rt69 (Observer): :)
sp0rt69 (Observer): :))))))))))
sp0rt69 (Observer): I @&@ HIS MOTHER
sp0rt69 (Observer): EVERY NIGHT;)
sp0rt69 (Observer): OHHH
sp0rt69 (Observer): :)))))0
sp0rt69 (Observer): I LIKE ITTTTTTTTT
AmSlim22: sport we get it ur sad
sp0rt69 (Observer): SHE IS THE BEST
sp0rt69 (Observer): IM NOT SAD
sp0rt69 (Observer): :)
sp0rt69 (Observer): U ALL AMERICANS
Dealer: Hand #14725676268
sp0rt69 (Observer): STOLE ME
sp0rt69 (Observer): LIKE THAT
sp0rt69 (Observer): EVERY DAY:)
sp0rt69 (Observer): BUT ITS OK:)
Dealer: Hand #14725684407
sp0rt69 (Observer): XAXAXAXAXA
sp0rt69 (Observer): U MOTHER FUKER
sp0rt69 (Observer): AMERICAN BASTARD
Dealer: AmSlim22 wins the pot (3,300)
amylouwho: say goodbye to your chat priveleges slowroller - this is getting reported to support

Feeling like the poker gods are smiling down on me, being handed a top 3 sized stack with hundreds left opened up doors to wander around and gleefully explore aggro-tard fantasy land. (I wish I had saved the stats, but my best guess is that I won a hand without showdown every 2 1/2 to 3 hands played, and my showdown luckbox win % was off the meter high)

Anyway, fast forward another 1 - 1 1/2 hours to
Hmmmmm, like the flop or turn much?
We chopped most of top 3 $s, with $2k left to play for, ship a short few hands to take it down for a final score $18.8k, followed by the most fun chop ship ever. There are few things more fun in poker than firing cash at friends for their choppo share after a solid score.

Plus ship the custom FTP jersey with "amylouwho" on it, just like da Fuhrer in this video..
Funny in a non-PC degen kinda way

I'll admit it, I have this bookmarked in case I have another run like the first 8 1/2 months of this year:
Confidence booster link

End of October:
Sparked by the miniFTOPs score, the last 6 weeks have been a great run.

Between Stars WCOOP cashes/chops, decent full ring PLO/PLO8/NLO8 cash results, Harp's insane online heater with large & frequent chop ship barrels, a nice Luckbox trip to the SuperNova freeroll final table for a $7,700 uptick, and the random railfanboys cheering me on to final tables in donkey stakes PLO8 donkaments, the poker $ roll & job satisfaction is high.

I'm not sure which is the best part:
1) I'm back to looking forward to playing almost every day
2) Ship 2010! Between the last few night's steady luckbox/aggro production of deep runs in the nightly Stars PLO8 donkaments & a decent run in Cake rebuy Thursday night, I officially went over the hump to my goal for 2009 total win $s. Looks like another year of no jobament- woot!.

F you, Frist. I win for another year.

So to all the poker crew, I wanted to officially thank you for the support this year. It looked & felt mighty grim, and the end of my pro poker donk career seemed nigh, and you guys have been just great. Having people to ease the poker pain helped me slog my way through to the other side. I likely would've thrown in the towel without you all to vent to, get ideas from, talk strategy, all of it. Thanks.