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Thursday, July 27, 2006

Pictures Brought To You By TAO de PAULY y Poker In The Weeds

I am the professional picutre stealer. Thus, I stole these pictures from the McGrupp Brothers. Who often draw compairisons to another brother duo whose names are Owen and Bret and known to those around the world as the Harts of the WWF. I digress. In any case, check out these photos that were taken of me slaying the dragon and also My Rooster pondering a call...for the record, sometimes that little guy talks to me.

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There he is perched on top the the stack keeping guard.

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None of you were there for this picture except Pauly and Derek. Yet, Pauly told me the slay the Dragon but you can't see me in this photo preteding to slay the dragon.

Monday, July 24, 2006

Back To Casa Ugarte

There is some simple rules of life that you have to adapt to when playing in certain neighborhoods of the poker world. For instance, don't ever keep your role in your front pocket or wallet when in the hood. I suggest either in the bottom of your shoe, the inside of your Yankee hat, or better yet, in your junk area.

So I got invited to play for the second time in a legendary game in Jamaica Crooklyn, NY. The game hosted by the comedian known as Ugarte and who tends to know every rule when it comes to poker (I even asked him for some rulings on situations I got myself into in big casinos and he called it just like the floor did). Oh, and when I say playing in the hood is tough and a somewhat risky proposition, check out the host. Word!

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If you have never seen a Jewish brother with the rows going, well you can say you seen it here first on My Little Poker blog. I bring you the real shit like that.

So here was the line up for the 20 dollar buy-in with .25-.50 antes...no-limit.

1: Urgarte
2: Chris
3: The Rooster
4: Greg
5: Moug (pronounced "mooge")
6: Beeeej
7: Frogman

This was a friendly game with some solid players in it and conversation flowed back and forth for most of the night...the topics ranged from air conditioners (notice the remote for the air conditioner to the right of the chips), good pizza in a black neighborhood, whose a good comic today, and of course how much it costs to get your cornrows done on your stoop in Brooklyn.

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The house chips!

The game had a good flow and I was able to build my stack five times the buy-in at one point. Since I had a big stack I was able to play a variety of hands and the deck was hitting me in the face.

Beeeej was card dead the whole night. For the first time I was surprised that Ugarte didn't get any big hands and play them sneaky. The last two times I played with him he was able to hide huge hands and win big pots throughout the night. I started to put him on a lot of middle pairs, but the board would always bring monster flops. Chris, Mooge and Greg are family so they knew just about everything each of them had and there was a strong will to make each other go broke. Frogman is an ex-dealer who was a solid player and we had this great conversation on the train home as he spoke to me about improving my no-limit games and his take on showing and not showing bluffs/strong hands and how to set people up with your play. I thought his take was great and I learned a lot from that talk on the train home.

I really liked this game because I don't have a grasp on no limit and they boys were willing to talk about hands after they took place. Everyone was nice and it was a game of joy with a few tough calls that had to be made by people. I think I was forced in the tank about three times, two times very seriously.

Since I'm new to this game I didn't know a lot of the old stories of great games of years past that that the boys were talkinig about that have since broken up. I have those conversations with friends, too, and that's the interesting thing about poker, it brings you these odd friendships that come and go throughout time. And after those games break-up you realize how funny some of those people that use to annoy you are.

I think besides my conversation with Frogman on the way home, I took note how awful I played when I was tired at the end of night. The whole, this is the last round brought some stupid calls on my behalf and I lost a bit, but ended up for the night. Thus, in the future when beat to hell get out of the game so you don't make stupid mistakes.

In closing, I'm sure that I will always play this game as long as I'm invited. I wanted to thank Ugarte for the invite and the soda, but I also wanted to thank the guys for not being tools during the game and keeping the flow going. Also, Beeej, I hope the leg gets better soon.

Thursday, July 20, 2006

Random Stuff

This photo brought to you buy Pauly

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Also, you might want to hit this city blog site in hopes of seeing more pictures of me!

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Vegas Report One

I’m really not sure where to start here to be honest. I suppose this is just going to be odds and ends about what happened in Vegas. And yes, I did make the trip in the end. Sorry it's taken so long for the post to go up, I've just been busy as hell with stuff.

First, it brings me great sadness to report to you, my loyal reader (thanks Mom), that Derek’s cherished Burrito Streak has ended. Yes, you can put it up there with the string of Hot Dog eating victories by Kobyashi, Joe D’s consecutive game hitting steak, and of course E. Smith’s consecutive 100 yard seasons. Yet, like all these great streaks, this one came to an end on a hot summer day in Vegas. There was hype in these parts if the streak would continue and if the streak should be honored if it left NYC. As a New Yorker (first time I have ever said that, but after so many years here I have to admit I am one) I wanted the streak to stay here in NYC and be owned and maintained here. Yet, Derek made the case that Joe D and E. Smith had to leave their respective stadiums to continue their streaks. Thus, I let it pass. Yet, I had an odd feeling that the streak wouldn’t continue. I had bookies in the Bronx giving me too good of odds that D wouldn’t break. Yet, deep down inside I knew if I were to bet against D this would be the time. Thus, I put 100.00 with Vince “Break Your Bones” (can’t say last name here) that Derek would break. When I went to collect my money in some Italian Social Club in the Bronx they said we were in on the bet together and to get my money I would have to choose, “left or right?” Being that I don’t want any of my legs or arms broken I departed after saying, “push”. Nuff said.

Second, there are some people to thank. All my friends of the WPBT who wrote me and asked me to show to Vegas…your words via emails and calls were all too kind. I wish I could say names but I don’t want to leave anyone out and all of you know who you are and some of you who wrote comments on my blog. Thank you.

Third, Iggy for backing me. Also, to Pauly for lending me $100.00. I still need to send both of you your money and also the % of profit. As most of you know, I’m holding onto my pennies because I’m jobless, and these guys without hesitation tossed me some money to help me out until I get my new job and can put my poker money back into poker and not bills. Thanks, Fellas.

Here is Pauly saying hello and Pauly with the writers:

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Forth, to those whom I spoke to and sat next to and learned so much from in terms of poker. Glenn, thanks for the words you gave me about playing more than my cards… sometimes I need to be reminded of this and pay more attention. Spaceman, what can I say, seeing you be so patient in Crazy Pineapple taught me a lot…don’t play too many hands. Donkypuncher, no matter how short stacked do not get too excited and push…always pick your spots even when short-stacked, you can always make the final table. Bill Rini, thanks for reminding me that no matter where everyone is going that sometimes you have to stay where the game is so damn juicy.

Fifth, Pauly Drama and D, remind me never to show up to your room upon my arrival to Vegas. I drank some of that special tea that Change100 brought from L.A. and you all said it would help me relax and take my pressures of NYC away. I went to my room and crashed out and had these nightmares of monsters chasing me naked down the strip. What was in that tea? Serious, I was toasted the rest of that day you guys crack me up…only the McGrupp brothers can pull that act.

Other Notes:

Pinky, my best friend in the whole wide world. Thank you for pushing me to leave NYC for Vegas. You are always in my corner Pinky and I thank you for your support on this trip also. I send you mad love and hugs…you are the best friend a Rooster can ever have.

Here is the latest picture of Pinky:

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I was wondering where all the bloggers were on the trip. I read that they were all at the Negative EV tables playing. Sorry folks, I just stay away from those games or else I will end up in tears like this guy.

I loved it how I said jokingly, “Otis, I would sit at the table here but I don’t want to take everyone’s money away.” Otis was quick to point out that the number eight chair was open and he would welcome me sitting down. No thanks, I will take a pass.

McDonalds. No matter how many people knock you, you will always make me happy in Vegas! Thanks for the meals.

To the Asian girls who walked by Donkeypuncher and myself and made a play for our junks. Serious, this is a true story. I quickly turned to them and yelled, “his wife is 7 months pregnant.” Then one responded, “well then we know what he needs right about now if she’s that far along.” O.K. so those words weren’t exchanged, but they did grab our junk…of course the girl who grabbed me took a look first and did the double hand grab…nuff said.

To April. You did a great job with the tournament. The structure was great and that poker room was sweet. Not to mention the guest Roshambo rocked.

Linda...you are my hero. Thanks for working so hard on getting speakers to come.

So this is my picture dump of the weekend.

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Thursday, July 06, 2006

I got my reality check today

I got my reality check today and it didn't come in a good form. As a matter of fact, it came in an awful form. I suppose my good friend Reynaldo summed it up best when he stated, "Joaquin, when an older person dies you get sad for all the history that is lost; but when a young person dies you get sad for all the future greatness that is lost." With all that is going on in my life nothing could compare to the loss of a fellow blogger, Obie. These are Obie's words:

My son, Alexander Nathaniel "Alex" Overby, 14, of Stafford County Virginia, died Monday, July 3, 2006. Hit by a car walking beside the road. Alex had just completed 8th grade at Gayle Middle School where he participated in chorus and drama. He had played SRSL soccer for several years and enjoyed skateboarding, computer games, and playing poker.

Survivors include his parents, Lowen A. and Kristina K. Overby; one sister, Isabella Nicole Overby; two half-brothers, Lowen Aaron Collins and Matthew Edward Collins.

A funeral will be held at 10 a.m. on Tuesday, July 11 at Covenant Funeral H\Service, 4801 Jefferson Davis Highway, Fredericksburg, VA 22408. Burial will follow at noon in Quantico national Cemetery. The family will receive friends from 6 to 9 p.m. o Monday, July 10 at the funeral home.

Memorials may be made to Gayle Middle School for use by the chorus, 100 Panther Drive, Fredericksburg, VA 22405.