I’m back, let the fleecing begin.
Will do!
Tonight’s results:
- Me
- Yeti
- Oslo
- Dag
I’m as surprised as anyone.
Well, color me surprised.
The pictures from the WSOP Dopefest a few years ago are here.
See this post to read about my late-night inconvenience.
A few hours earlier and I would have had the best excuse ever for missing the game.
Sorry, guys. I was at the cabin. Sitting on the deck. Drinking wine.
BTW, Crazy strikes again. The Saturday evening freeroll is now pot limit Razz, with 8-minute levels, paying only the top 48. Still over 3000 entrants, though.
I busted out with a 7-high, thinking my opponent had at least an 8-high, when he apparently had a better 7-high.
Anybody play these games? I had of couple of great starting hands, like A24, but a second 2 is useless, right?
I saw the thread title and thought of Mark Sanford.
We start a new thread every three months and give it a title based on the catch phrase of the moment.
In the future, politicians will plan their press releases around our news cycle. Anything embarassing that they want to bury will come out early in the quarter, in the hopes that they’ll be forgotten or upstaged by the time we start the next thread.
I’ll probably be botting the start of the game tonight.
Gather around, children. Let me tell you a story of a sad poker game.
See, it started one balmy summer evening. Missy, after missing a week, was excited to play poker with the guys as she had missed them. When she logged on she saw that Yeti and Dag were registered, but that was it. Kind of sad that it would be a small game, she still dug in her cyber pockets for a shiny dime and a slightly banged up penny. A few minutes before the game she saw that Oslo registered too - goodie! I mean it would have been nice if others had appeared, but she was content.
Then the game started. Hmm, Dag and Yeti were bots. Now, she read the thread and knew Dag would be botting, but didn’t know Yeti was all shiny metal clad. Oslo and Missy blinded the bots quietly. Seriously, the chat room was open but no one was talking. Missy managed a few swipes at Oslo and the bots were down to about 800 chiparoonies.
[cue music: the song when the bad guy enters the room]
Yeti, after sating himself with dinner, decided to show up. Oslo, being the nice guy he is, proffered Yeti Dag’s blinds. Missy agreed. Yeti decided, with full stomach, to run the f*$% out of the table, leaving poor Missy and poor Oslo grasping their remaining chips like an orphan clutches her tattered woolen blanket in a blizzard.
Eventually, Dag was blinded out with nary a whimper. Okay, he did manage an all in win against Missy for like 20 chips, but whatevs. Yeti put him out of his misery.
Missy was down, but she was not out. She has lost a few damn good hands against Oslo - he flopped a flush while she was giggedy-ing over trips. But she clawed her way out.
BAM! She slayed the mighty Yeti
Oslo, with less than 600 chips against Missy’s 5400 chips did not stand a chance. He did manage a hand or two, but he was not match for the Mighty Missy.
Now, children, do you know the moral of the story?
IF MORE OF YOU DAMNED PLAYERS WOULD SHOW UP IT WOULDN’T BE A BLIND DOWN / MISSY RUN!!!
Now go to bed, my precious ones.
Yeah, sorry I couldn’t make it tonight. The fleet’s in.
Oh hush. You got my dime.
I was feeling pretty smug when I took my 800 remaining chips and became the leader with 3000, but when I put Missy all-in with Aces and Tens vs. my Aces and Nines, I felt impaled by a 25’ lance. Mortally wounded, I threw the rest of my chips into the next hand with A2s, only to feel the lance pushed in the rest of the way and hung up like some boyar. Oslo bore witness to this execution, before he too received the same treatment from Missy the Impaler.
:eek:
Yeah, some of my shipmates were in town for a tall ships festival, so I went to visit and help out. I forgot to take sunscreen on Thursday; spent all day giving deck tours and got absolutely scorched. Friday was more tours and then drinking with some of the crew 'til the bar closed. (The band dedicated this song to our ship.) It took all day Saturday, and then some, to recover. I don’t know why I try to keep up with 25-year-olds; I didn’t even do that stuff when I was 25.
I’ll be back.
Great song and video. The flute player is amazing.
Recover well, my friend.
Umm, no game set up for tonight?
Doesn’t look like it. 