SuburbanPokerMan
12-05-2002, 01:08 PM
I thought I read beginning December 3rd we would need to log in before we could post. I didn't log in, so am I hallucinating and only imagined I read it...or is 2+2 still feeling growing pains with the new sight? Now lets read another tale of "The Adventures of the SPM!"
With Thanksgiving over and all the relatives now back to their respective homes the SPM hit the Hold'em trail, after a week long absence from the war zone. Driving to Chicago to participate in the Rockford Casino Players Charity event the SPM was ready to fight the good fight. The Supply Officer Captain Dealer must have been somewhat confused or had holiday withdrawals. All supplies received by the SPM and his Chipsters spelled release after the first card. Requesting a new supply officer didn't change anything, they all had card selection dyslexia. Embracing the release was the first order of the day. The battle was tight for one round and then the war zone became a firing range with sharpshooters using inferior ammunition.
Finally those King brothers showed up just in time before the SPM went crazy with the release. They performed magic on the battlefield and the prisoners were retrained by the SPM. Those King brothers must have had hormone therapy, because they stayed true to their gender and didn't limp off the battlefield gayly as in past performances. Or maybe it was because no bullets came on the flop turn or river.
Captain Dealer was rather stingy with the good supplies. However, enough supplies got through for the SPM to amass over five stacks of new recruits in less than four hours. Some of those new recruits came from a young man filled with himself and an over aggressive raise reflex. You can't keep jerking the trigger and expect to hit the enemy every time. Eventually they see your aim is to high and find out some of your ammunition are blanks.
One memorable fire fight came when this young stud made it three bets to go from the big blind. The SPM was holding Ajacks scrubbing cleanser suited. The flop came little with only one of the correct suits. The Stud fired a shoot at the flop and the SPM thought it sound like the gun powder was wet. So he limped to the turn for a closer look. Two to a flush and the war zone was filled with Chipsters. At the river the Stud was stopped dead in his tracks when the third to a flush showed up. The SPM fired the final shoot into the center of the war zone and young Stud made a crying call. He was very upset that his pocket sixes lost. As they carried him off the field of battle he yelled, "I was in the lead all the way, till you got lucky at the river!" He never figured out it was his previous over zealousness that forced the encounter. You can't keep firing blanks and expect the enemy to duck behind a rock forever. The SPM just smiled and said, "I got a lucky shoot." There was no time for a seminar on "Over Aggressive Raise Reflex Syndrom."
Leaving the ring war early so the SPM could prepare for the No Limit Tournament that stated at 7:30 p.m.. The tournament tale is short, very short, shorter than short. It was the third hand of the no limit tourney. Three limpers in for $150, the SPM on the button sees Ajacks cleanser suited. Deciding to limp it's six way action with the blinds. The flop comes with and Ace and two rags rainbow with one correct suit. All check to the SPM who makes it $500 to go. The little blind makes it $1500 all day and it's a heads up shooting match. Well not really the SPM turned into a telephone employee, (calling station) and at the river called the all in bet where the little blind showed an A7 suited. However he caught one of his three outs on the river, the seven. "Nice catch up" says the SPM and limped home after looking at a total of six tournament hole cards. What is a low limit player doing in a no limit tournament? Answer...getting his brains knocked out.
SPM,...tournament wounded but not dead... /forums/images/icons/tongue.gif
With Thanksgiving over and all the relatives now back to their respective homes the SPM hit the Hold'em trail, after a week long absence from the war zone. Driving to Chicago to participate in the Rockford Casino Players Charity event the SPM was ready to fight the good fight. The Supply Officer Captain Dealer must have been somewhat confused or had holiday withdrawals. All supplies received by the SPM and his Chipsters spelled release after the first card. Requesting a new supply officer didn't change anything, they all had card selection dyslexia. Embracing the release was the first order of the day. The battle was tight for one round and then the war zone became a firing range with sharpshooters using inferior ammunition.
Finally those King brothers showed up just in time before the SPM went crazy with the release. They performed magic on the battlefield and the prisoners were retrained by the SPM. Those King brothers must have had hormone therapy, because they stayed true to their gender and didn't limp off the battlefield gayly as in past performances. Or maybe it was because no bullets came on the flop turn or river.
Captain Dealer was rather stingy with the good supplies. However, enough supplies got through for the SPM to amass over five stacks of new recruits in less than four hours. Some of those new recruits came from a young man filled with himself and an over aggressive raise reflex. You can't keep jerking the trigger and expect to hit the enemy every time. Eventually they see your aim is to high and find out some of your ammunition are blanks.
One memorable fire fight came when this young stud made it three bets to go from the big blind. The SPM was holding Ajacks scrubbing cleanser suited. The flop came little with only one of the correct suits. The Stud fired a shoot at the flop and the SPM thought it sound like the gun powder was wet. So he limped to the turn for a closer look. Two to a flush and the war zone was filled with Chipsters. At the river the Stud was stopped dead in his tracks when the third to a flush showed up. The SPM fired the final shoot into the center of the war zone and young Stud made a crying call. He was very upset that his pocket sixes lost. As they carried him off the field of battle he yelled, "I was in the lead all the way, till you got lucky at the river!" He never figured out it was his previous over zealousness that forced the encounter. You can't keep firing blanks and expect the enemy to duck behind a rock forever. The SPM just smiled and said, "I got a lucky shoot." There was no time for a seminar on "Over Aggressive Raise Reflex Syndrom."
Leaving the ring war early so the SPM could prepare for the No Limit Tournament that stated at 7:30 p.m.. The tournament tale is short, very short, shorter than short. It was the third hand of the no limit tourney. Three limpers in for $150, the SPM on the button sees Ajacks cleanser suited. Deciding to limp it's six way action with the blinds. The flop comes with and Ace and two rags rainbow with one correct suit. All check to the SPM who makes it $500 to go. The little blind makes it $1500 all day and it's a heads up shooting match. Well not really the SPM turned into a telephone employee, (calling station) and at the river called the all in bet where the little blind showed an A7 suited. However he caught one of his three outs on the river, the seven. "Nice catch up" says the SPM and limped home after looking at a total of six tournament hole cards. What is a low limit player doing in a no limit tournament? Answer...getting his brains knocked out.
SPM,...tournament wounded but not dead... /forums/images/icons/tongue.gif