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March 2, 2006 | 01:20AM | maudie dot b - gmail d c | |
Ok - I'm blaming Gracie...
Due to the last bits of work needing to be done on my current web project, poker has been on the back burner this week. I've literally been putting in 16+ hour days the last few days - 8 hours at the job that pays the bills, then home for another 6 - 8 hours at the job I wish paid my bills.
At any rate, I was playing a flash game from Ebaum's World online slaving away at my desk a few minutes before 5 pm this afternoon when Gracie popped up in IM at the corner of my screen. "Play Champs with me!" she said. After a line or two of back and forth, I said OK.
For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, there's this guy who has this blog who is rather trollish who has a tendency to come across as a mysoginistic, brutish, neanderthal. Frankly, I think he's been given far too much attention, but, anywho... a private tourney was set-up over at Poker Stars for the women of blogger pokerdom to take on this Orc.
I came home and registered, time ticked away while I worked. I was in the midst of trying to solve a naggingly persistant CSS problem when I realized it was tourney time. I logged in to PS and joined the table. I was one of six, which was actually five because "Pastamancer" (who absolutely has the best avatar EVER) was not in attendance.
Mrs. BadBlood, Joanne, Gracie and myself played with the lone male challenger with a gaggle of railbirds chirping away on the sidelines. I proceeded to go into hyper-aggressive mode, and I didn't stop for the next hour and a half. I was helped by the deck doing a BadBlood* to my head, but, honestly? After a while I was raising with just about any two cards....
Then there was The Hand - three remaining - me, Joanne and him, I had nearly 5k in chips, blinds at 75/150, I had QsTs. I'm first to act and raise up to 600 to go. That guy calls, Joanne folds. Flop comes 2h Ks 8h. He checks and I attempt to steal the pot with a bet of 700. He pushed for 1010.
I had nothing but a backdoor flush draw and a froggy straight sketch. I knew he'd paired the King at least. BUT - it was a paltry 310 for me to call - nearly 10 to 1 the pot offerings, if I've done the math correctly (and we all know how stellar I am at that). So I said what the hey, and tossed the 310 in. A spade landed on the turn, and I thought, ooooo, let's have another. And, sure enough, another came.
I knocked the guy out with a runner, runner suckout. It wasn't until a few hands later when I glanced at the chat from the railbirds that I had to open up the hand history to look at the hand - yup, I knocked him out with a suckout flush alright - a runner-runner-straight-flush to be precise. Der... I didn't catch it when it happened.
Joanne and I went at it for a few hands more. Joanne had the pleasure of sucking out on me when I had her all-in covered with my pocket jacks against her pocket fours - her set was made on the river. A few hands later we were done with my Ah Qh not improving against her pocket sixes.
Congrats Jo - and Gracie, Mrs. BB it was a pleasure. To all the railbirds thanks for the support - was surprised to see so many... and to our testosterone laden table mate - hasta luego, hope you reap everything you sow... it's all we can ask of life, eh?
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* an in joke, you had to be there.
