Thursday, September 22,2005
What a gyp!

I went to fire extinguisher training this morning, and if I weren’t on crutches I would have gotten to put out a fire with a fire extinguisher. Oh well - there’s always next time. It was about an hour and a half session, and was pretty interesting actually. I did get to fire off a water (type A) fire extinguisher, but not on a fire.

So, last night I played a poker tournament that went really oddly. I started it up, and was a couple of hands in when I figured it was time for bed. I don’t like just throwing in the towel. Anyway, I decided that I would play the rest of the tournament seeing virtually all flops - raised, unraised, regardless of what kind of cards I had. That gave me a chance to practise some post-flop play. Well, the people I was playing against were pretty poor. Not only did nobody notice that I called any pre-flop raise (and then would fold to a post-flop raise) but I wound up winning most raised pots by betting after it was checked to me - sometimes I hit hands, sometimes I didn’t. I know that if I’d been playing against me, I would have taken full advantage of the weak-loose big stack. As it was, I think I played all but four hands in the entire tournament. The key hand was with my new lucky hand, 6-9. The flop came down 7-8-8 rainbow, giving me an open ended straight draw. The other guy priced me in by betting less than a quarter of the pot, so I called. Sure enough, a 10 came on the turn. He bet, I raised, he reraised, and I moved all-in. He turned up Q-8, and didn’t hit one of his outs on the river. I suppose in theory he could have been holding a made boat, or even j-9, but I got the impression he was tired of getting pushed off of pots…Anyway, we were extremely close in chips before the hand, and after I won it, he was down to 20 with the blinds at 400/200 with an ante of 25 or 50. He doubled up on me three times before I finally got a hand that beat him.

It also marked the first time I ever saw another Saskatoon player at one of my tables, so I sent him some fake cash before busting him out.

Simpson’s quote of the day: “Ralph, this better not be about your cat.” - Miss Hoover