Schneids
06-01-2004, 07:41 AM
Day Eighteen (May 30, 2004) and Day Nineteen (May 31, 2004) -- 06.01.04, 05:02
I did not get any playing in on day 18 - which was the first day since beginning this quest in which I did not play any poker. I am hoping this day off will serve as an energizing refresher, though that'll remain to be seen.
As I promised in the last entry, I have a party report to provide, even if it's against my better judgment. I'm going to start off by saying right now the police in my hometown have absolutely nothing to do. There's no way the city of 65,000 needs as large of a staff as it has on patrol at night. At first, the party started off fairly chill, and we all just relaxed and did our thing and reminisced about the past and interacted with a lot of people from high school we hadn't seen all year. Around midnight, the party's host suggested we take a walk to a tower that was about half a mile from his house, located on the high school's property.
"Umm hello...we're drunk and underage and there's cops out everywhere tonight?"
"I promise we won't get busted, I've went there late at night probably 300 times and only ever seen cops twice!"
So naturally, as the eight or so of us who decided to go out were walking through a parking lot about halfway to our destination, a cop car pulls into the lot. Before he was close to us, one of them shouted "cop!" and started hauling ass into the woods directly behind us. Everyone immediately followed, since hiding from the cops appeared preferable to almost definitely receiving a minor. The cop car pulled up to the edge of the parking lot and shouted through a mega-phone, "You have thirty seconds to come out." We all kept going in our separate directions.
I ended up alongside a friend who has amongst the highest tolerance you'll ever meet. I would estimate he drank .75L of the Captain by himself. The thing is, no matter how much he drinks he is always very much with it. We ended up outside of the woods on one side, near a pond where we hung low for a few minutes wondering what we should do. There was a second police car now that was driving on a path about a quarter of a mile from us, and we could also see an officer with a flashlight, gradually making his way towards our direction, but still very much off in the distance... So we decided to return to the woods, and within a minute of doing so we heard the first cop car's door slam close and could see the officer was coming into the woods in our direction. We froze for a second, and then when it was obvious he was coming for us, both started running up the hill in the woods. At this point some of the details are still sketchy, but as I was running I saw my friend fall (at the time I thought he got tackled by the officer, but he claims he slipped since it was wet outside) and the cop stop overtop him briefly. As I continued running and peered over my shoulder I could see a cop's flashlight pointing in my direction as he was in pursuit of me.
Wow! Perfect little angel me. I've never gotten in trouble at school in my lifetime, never done anything close to illegal (well, other than some occasional underage drinking), and here I was evading an officer. I still cannot believe I did such a thing, this a day later.
So the story continues: I am an extremely fast runner. In high school baseball my 40-yard-dash time was measured as 4.45 one year. There was no way this cop was going to come anywhere near to keeping up to me, and there were plenty of places to hide. After about 20 seconds of sprinting uphill in the woods, I was pretty sure he had given up. I kept running until I reached the end of the woods, and then walked off about 100 feet in one direction and reentered the woods, and found a patch of weeds to lay in for a couple of minutes to catch my breath and make sure he didn't continue to follow.
I'll cut the story short by saying I then took a roundabout route back to the house of the party, in which I walked through the edge of some woods and behind fences of peoples' back yards. I made it back inside the house around 1:00am, being just the third person from our initial group to do so. We remained in cell phone contact with most of the others, who were hiding in the woods waiting for the coast to be clear. I was lucky, but a few friends weren't. My fallen comrade? He ended up with his minor, AND a 48-hour sentence in detox because his blood-alcohol level was .29. About 45 minutes after I got in, two girls who we were unable to talk to at all because they didn't have cells with them, sprang through the woods into our backyard. We were watching with the lights out from an upstairs window. We got to see a cop jump out from behind a pine tree and capture them, as they were about 20 feet from freedom. There also was a cop sitting in his car waiting outside of the house. I know there were at least four police cars within this one-mile radius - all of them searching for us. I am very certain that to them, this all was one big game. We were their source of entertainment since they had nothing better to do.
Although this comparison will probably offend some and our experience was obviously not in any way near the same degree of seriousness, we all honestly could feel what the Jewish people in Germany experienced during WWII, even if the magnitude of our experience was not anywhere near as scary as theirs was. We were left to peering through windows, with the lights out in the house, watching and monitoring where the cops were outside, as we tried to find a way to get our friends still outside back to this house or else their own homes, safely, while trying to remain out of view because we were unsure about whether the cops could willfully enter the house of the party due to the night's events. While inside the house, we were uncertain of the fates of those still outside, so we watched out the windows and waited and hoped. All others who I've yet to mention were able to outwait the cops, and eventually made it back to the house with their own close call stories to tell.
In a very peculiar way, this was an extremely fun experience. And hopefully an experience never relived. Lesson learned: when drinking, stay inside.
One final thing to add: I learned it is NOT worth it to pay a drunk friend $5 to catch and eat a moth. Wow. What a disappointing waste of $5. It would probably be better to pay a sober person to do this, since at least the person may squirm a little or make a face as they ponder what they're doing while they shove the moth into their mouth.
A second disclaimer: The events of this party, which have been reconstructed for this journal, may not be accurate or truthful in its complete entirety. Either way, this disclaimer both helps to cover my ass and provide an entertaining read which may or may not have occurred 100% as described. This said, all poker events discussed are in fact 100% true. End disclaimer.
Poker
I played for an hour and a half before the Wolves game, and was +$828 and feeling really good about my game. Unlike the wild night before, my poker game was a steady success. After the Wolves loss, I returned to play some more and found myself -$1000 twelve minutes in. I stored the hand histories of 8 hands, prepared to share them all and bemoan my bad luck and tell bad beat stories, but I've decided nobody cares. Why do I need sympathy anyway? Nobody likes bad beat stories, and nobody is going to want to give sympathy to me anyway since in the large picture I am doing fantastic. So, away with the bad beats I say! If you've played poker, than you can imagine them all. How about that?
So the session continued, and I was able to climb out of it all the way back up to profitability -- up to +$500 or so, in fact. Then, the bottom fell out again. Before long, I found myself -$1000 again. I climbed back close to even, then dipped back down to -$548 for the session, where I quit the night having played from 11:30-5am and feeling too frustrated to desire continuing. So my day included 7 hours worth of playing, and only $280.50 to show for it, where as if I had quit at a different moment it could have been close to $1400. I know I should know better than to think that way, but at least as long as this 60 day challenge is going on I've pretty much accepted that these types of lingering thoughts will always exist in the back of my mind.
Alright, so a few hands to talk about, none of which were bad beats:
1) I got another royal flush tonight! That's now the fourth in my life.
2) Taking a stand: I open raise on the button with Ah5c, and only the SB calls. I've played with the SB often, and he check raise bluffs and semi-bluffs often. The flop was Qh9s4d, and like clockwork he check raised. A lot of the time when I completely whiff on the flop, I'll give up. Here, I 3-bet, and he called. The turn was a 6h and I bet and he called. The river was a 6s, and by this time I figured if he called my turn bet he was calling the river, so I checked it through, and was shown KhTs, so, my hand was good. I tend to savior these types of hands more than a typical win.
3) 3-handed game, and the button open raised. He does this about 75% of the time. I was in the SB and called with 7d6d. If I called, I estimated it to be a 99% chance the BB would come along. He did. Flop of 7s6h2h; I bet, BB called, button raised, I 3-bet, BB capped, all call. Turn 7h; I check, BB bet, button raise, I 3-bet, BB calls, button caps, both call. River 3s; I bet, BB calls, button raises, I 3-bet, BB folds, button calls and has KhTh. Good win for me, but I wonder whether this hand is even playable PF under these circumstances? I'll admit, that when it comes down to 3-handed games against loose aggressive button raisers, I am still a bit clueless about how far down my playing standards should be lowered, if at all.
4) I am 9h4h in my BB, and bet a 9s6s6c flop. UTG who limped, raises my flop bet and I call, then check call the 4d turn, then bet out on the 4c river. This hand makes my journal because UTG called the bet with KsJc.
5) An even more dastardly river call: A couple limpers, and I complete in my SB with As7d. Flop of Ah5d5c; I bet, BB raises, all others fold, I call. Turn 9c; I check and call the bet. River Ad; I bet, BB raises, I 3-bet, BB calls with Ts6c. Ts6c?!? The board was A559A, no flush possible.
6) I make a good laydown: UTG raises, I 3-bet from the CO with AsQs, BB cold calls, UTG calls. Qd8c6s flop; BB bets, UTG calls, I raise, both call. Turn 9c; checked to me and I bet, BB checkraises, UTG cold calls, I fold. River 3h; BB bets, UTG calls, and BB shows 88 and UTG mucks QT. I felt like how BB played the flop and turn, it screamed monster. By process of elimination, AA and KK could be eliminated since he didn't cap PF, and the range of hands BB would cold-call with PF and then play this style on this board post flop, screamed set to me. So I concluded I was drawing dead and mucked, since I believed BB to be a respectable player.
I could go on for about another 15 hands here -- there really were a lot of interesting ones tonight. However, this journal has gotten long enough, so, I think it's time to start thinking about sleep and being ready to go strong tomorrow.
Total for Day 19: $280.50
Goal to date after 19 days: $12,612.41/$60,000
I did not get any playing in on day 18 - which was the first day since beginning this quest in which I did not play any poker. I am hoping this day off will serve as an energizing refresher, though that'll remain to be seen.
As I promised in the last entry, I have a party report to provide, even if it's against my better judgment. I'm going to start off by saying right now the police in my hometown have absolutely nothing to do. There's no way the city of 65,000 needs as large of a staff as it has on patrol at night. At first, the party started off fairly chill, and we all just relaxed and did our thing and reminisced about the past and interacted with a lot of people from high school we hadn't seen all year. Around midnight, the party's host suggested we take a walk to a tower that was about half a mile from his house, located on the high school's property.
"Umm hello...we're drunk and underage and there's cops out everywhere tonight?"
"I promise we won't get busted, I've went there late at night probably 300 times and only ever seen cops twice!"
So naturally, as the eight or so of us who decided to go out were walking through a parking lot about halfway to our destination, a cop car pulls into the lot. Before he was close to us, one of them shouted "cop!" and started hauling ass into the woods directly behind us. Everyone immediately followed, since hiding from the cops appeared preferable to almost definitely receiving a minor. The cop car pulled up to the edge of the parking lot and shouted through a mega-phone, "You have thirty seconds to come out." We all kept going in our separate directions.
I ended up alongside a friend who has amongst the highest tolerance you'll ever meet. I would estimate he drank .75L of the Captain by himself. The thing is, no matter how much he drinks he is always very much with it. We ended up outside of the woods on one side, near a pond where we hung low for a few minutes wondering what we should do. There was a second police car now that was driving on a path about a quarter of a mile from us, and we could also see an officer with a flashlight, gradually making his way towards our direction, but still very much off in the distance... So we decided to return to the woods, and within a minute of doing so we heard the first cop car's door slam close and could see the officer was coming into the woods in our direction. We froze for a second, and then when it was obvious he was coming for us, both started running up the hill in the woods. At this point some of the details are still sketchy, but as I was running I saw my friend fall (at the time I thought he got tackled by the officer, but he claims he slipped since it was wet outside) and the cop stop overtop him briefly. As I continued running and peered over my shoulder I could see a cop's flashlight pointing in my direction as he was in pursuit of me.
Wow! Perfect little angel me. I've never gotten in trouble at school in my lifetime, never done anything close to illegal (well, other than some occasional underage drinking), and here I was evading an officer. I still cannot believe I did such a thing, this a day later.
So the story continues: I am an extremely fast runner. In high school baseball my 40-yard-dash time was measured as 4.45 one year. There was no way this cop was going to come anywhere near to keeping up to me, and there were plenty of places to hide. After about 20 seconds of sprinting uphill in the woods, I was pretty sure he had given up. I kept running until I reached the end of the woods, and then walked off about 100 feet in one direction and reentered the woods, and found a patch of weeds to lay in for a couple of minutes to catch my breath and make sure he didn't continue to follow.
I'll cut the story short by saying I then took a roundabout route back to the house of the party, in which I walked through the edge of some woods and behind fences of peoples' back yards. I made it back inside the house around 1:00am, being just the third person from our initial group to do so. We remained in cell phone contact with most of the others, who were hiding in the woods waiting for the coast to be clear. I was lucky, but a few friends weren't. My fallen comrade? He ended up with his minor, AND a 48-hour sentence in detox because his blood-alcohol level was .29. About 45 minutes after I got in, two girls who we were unable to talk to at all because they didn't have cells with them, sprang through the woods into our backyard. We were watching with the lights out from an upstairs window. We got to see a cop jump out from behind a pine tree and capture them, as they were about 20 feet from freedom. There also was a cop sitting in his car waiting outside of the house. I know there were at least four police cars within this one-mile radius - all of them searching for us. I am very certain that to them, this all was one big game. We were their source of entertainment since they had nothing better to do.
Although this comparison will probably offend some and our experience was obviously not in any way near the same degree of seriousness, we all honestly could feel what the Jewish people in Germany experienced during WWII, even if the magnitude of our experience was not anywhere near as scary as theirs was. We were left to peering through windows, with the lights out in the house, watching and monitoring where the cops were outside, as we tried to find a way to get our friends still outside back to this house or else their own homes, safely, while trying to remain out of view because we were unsure about whether the cops could willfully enter the house of the party due to the night's events. While inside the house, we were uncertain of the fates of those still outside, so we watched out the windows and waited and hoped. All others who I've yet to mention were able to outwait the cops, and eventually made it back to the house with their own close call stories to tell.
In a very peculiar way, this was an extremely fun experience. And hopefully an experience never relived. Lesson learned: when drinking, stay inside.
One final thing to add: I learned it is NOT worth it to pay a drunk friend $5 to catch and eat a moth. Wow. What a disappointing waste of $5. It would probably be better to pay a sober person to do this, since at least the person may squirm a little or make a face as they ponder what they're doing while they shove the moth into their mouth.
A second disclaimer: The events of this party, which have been reconstructed for this journal, may not be accurate or truthful in its complete entirety. Either way, this disclaimer both helps to cover my ass and provide an entertaining read which may or may not have occurred 100% as described. This said, all poker events discussed are in fact 100% true. End disclaimer.
Poker
I played for an hour and a half before the Wolves game, and was +$828 and feeling really good about my game. Unlike the wild night before, my poker game was a steady success. After the Wolves loss, I returned to play some more and found myself -$1000 twelve minutes in. I stored the hand histories of 8 hands, prepared to share them all and bemoan my bad luck and tell bad beat stories, but I've decided nobody cares. Why do I need sympathy anyway? Nobody likes bad beat stories, and nobody is going to want to give sympathy to me anyway since in the large picture I am doing fantastic. So, away with the bad beats I say! If you've played poker, than you can imagine them all. How about that?
So the session continued, and I was able to climb out of it all the way back up to profitability -- up to +$500 or so, in fact. Then, the bottom fell out again. Before long, I found myself -$1000 again. I climbed back close to even, then dipped back down to -$548 for the session, where I quit the night having played from 11:30-5am and feeling too frustrated to desire continuing. So my day included 7 hours worth of playing, and only $280.50 to show for it, where as if I had quit at a different moment it could have been close to $1400. I know I should know better than to think that way, but at least as long as this 60 day challenge is going on I've pretty much accepted that these types of lingering thoughts will always exist in the back of my mind.
Alright, so a few hands to talk about, none of which were bad beats:
1) I got another royal flush tonight! That's now the fourth in my life.
2) Taking a stand: I open raise on the button with Ah5c, and only the SB calls. I've played with the SB often, and he check raise bluffs and semi-bluffs often. The flop was Qh9s4d, and like clockwork he check raised. A lot of the time when I completely whiff on the flop, I'll give up. Here, I 3-bet, and he called. The turn was a 6h and I bet and he called. The river was a 6s, and by this time I figured if he called my turn bet he was calling the river, so I checked it through, and was shown KhTs, so, my hand was good. I tend to savior these types of hands more than a typical win.
3) 3-handed game, and the button open raised. He does this about 75% of the time. I was in the SB and called with 7d6d. If I called, I estimated it to be a 99% chance the BB would come along. He did. Flop of 7s6h2h; I bet, BB called, button raised, I 3-bet, BB capped, all call. Turn 7h; I check, BB bet, button raise, I 3-bet, BB calls, button caps, both call. River 3s; I bet, BB calls, button raises, I 3-bet, BB folds, button calls and has KhTh. Good win for me, but I wonder whether this hand is even playable PF under these circumstances? I'll admit, that when it comes down to 3-handed games against loose aggressive button raisers, I am still a bit clueless about how far down my playing standards should be lowered, if at all.
4) I am 9h4h in my BB, and bet a 9s6s6c flop. UTG who limped, raises my flop bet and I call, then check call the 4d turn, then bet out on the 4c river. This hand makes my journal because UTG called the bet with KsJc.
5) An even more dastardly river call: A couple limpers, and I complete in my SB with As7d. Flop of Ah5d5c; I bet, BB raises, all others fold, I call. Turn 9c; I check and call the bet. River Ad; I bet, BB raises, I 3-bet, BB calls with Ts6c. Ts6c?!? The board was A559A, no flush possible.
6) I make a good laydown: UTG raises, I 3-bet from the CO with AsQs, BB cold calls, UTG calls. Qd8c6s flop; BB bets, UTG calls, I raise, both call. Turn 9c; checked to me and I bet, BB checkraises, UTG cold calls, I fold. River 3h; BB bets, UTG calls, and BB shows 88 and UTG mucks QT. I felt like how BB played the flop and turn, it screamed monster. By process of elimination, AA and KK could be eliminated since he didn't cap PF, and the range of hands BB would cold-call with PF and then play this style on this board post flop, screamed set to me. So I concluded I was drawing dead and mucked, since I believed BB to be a respectable player.
I could go on for about another 15 hands here -- there really were a lot of interesting ones tonight. However, this journal has gotten long enough, so, I think it's time to start thinking about sleep and being ready to go strong tomorrow.
Total for Day 19: $280.50
Goal to date after 19 days: $12,612.41/$60,000