[daveT]

“A Whiter Shade of Pale”

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Playing heads up and flopped flush under flush. “This can't happen again for a while, sure enough it happens less than five minutes later at another table, (and twice today)

Right after that shock, flop set under set. This can't happen for a while, since it is about 1/10,000

Less than five minutes later:

77 -vs- QQ

Q79JQ

I achieved a miracle earlier because I flopped set under set and managed to do so by not capping every street. In fact I simply called and slow-played. In the end I was interested in what my opponent had, since nothing made sense but some weak pair or a cold bluff.

Lucky me, or am I turning weak-tight?

I think I have found a hole in my game, that is conceptually easy to fix, but is hard to put into practice. I can't seem to lay down top pair, top kicker, but I can't lay down AK lust because I am facing a river bet. I don't have to raise, but I guess I don't have to call either? But my W$SD is 55%, whatever, I guess mathematically, I am not supposed to find more folds.

Meh.

Anyways, the beats come along with poker, and losing is a part of gambling.

What I cannot stand is this:

HU

T7 -vs- K9o

Capped on every street:

75573

“Take it all Dizzy, it's yours”

“What!!!!!!!!”

We are both multi-tabling (how he affords it I have no idea)

“See, now you can tell all your friends about the easy money you just won.”

“Ugh, I'll tell them in a suicide letter”

Third party: “You guys are silly.”

I have been called an idiot, a cheater, been angle-shot, slow-rolled, been cheated, but what I cannot deal with is anyone soft-playing me. I don't understand what this person was trying to do. I find it entertaining to use the chat-box at times, and yes, I tell jokes, and I guess make people laugh and feel comfortable. I am NOT trying to make friends. It would be too bizarre to say that I found my girlfriend on-line. “Oh really, did you use E-Harmony” “Oh, no, I used Poker Stars?” “Really, they have a dating service?” “Well, not really......”

“By Your Side”

My friend is sweating me. “Is that real money?”

I fold K6o. “Dude, I would play K6. It's a good hand.”

“It's not a good hand.”

“I would pay see three cards with K6, dude....... I'm good at poker.”

“No your not.”

I fold KQ on a 274 boar

If I had a camera....... and a recorder.

“Confusing Possibilities”

Two A.M.; Orlando Florida

I see lights twirling, but I don't know what they are. I have been holucinating for the last eight hours. I have been riding my bicycle for close to 36 hours. I stopped twice in that time. Once to eat at Burger King, and another to go to a party in Saint Cloud. I have been chased by dogs and birds. People have jumped out in front of me, and cars have drove right up to my back tire.

None of that stuff really happened, it was all holucinations. I am approaching the lights and now I am falling, I hit the dirt. A police officer asks me if I am alright. I am standing in a hole in the road. I was riding on the wrong side of the cones and it never occurred to be careful. I am okay, I find a hotel two hours later.

The clerk knocks on the door at 2 o'clock. I hear it but I need to sleep. He opens the door, I roll over. If he wanted to kill me, I couldn't have stopped him. The night Clerk told him to check on me, that I look like hell.

Any athlete has obsessed about the wall. Pushing ourselves to the limits is what we do. “No Pain, No Gain.” is the time-honored adage. What happens when we go beyond? I read about the RAAM, the Race Across America. A 3,000 mile bike race that involved as little sleep as possible. The rule for day one is that you must ride for twenty four hours. Recently, they enforced at least four hours of sleep a day. The Tour De France has nothing on this race. Since they both race at the same time of year, the pros go for the glory, and the money. The RAAM has had little press coverage. In the late eighties, RAAM was gaining coverage, but the Press was more enthralled by the holucinations. When I read it, I was still a bike messenger and decided that I would love to try it.

There is no training for the RAAM, the human body simply cannot train. The average recovery time after racing the RAAM is a month.

All athletes are obsessed with the wall. “No Pain, No Gain,” has the implied “Don't over-do it.” hidden inside of it. What happens when we go beyond these walls? After 24 hours of riding, I couldn't bring myself to stop until I was in Orlando. I started in Miami, and 24 hours would have had me at Lake Okechobe.

Can't do 100 push-ups? Ever try, what happens when you achieve that goal, where was your wall, at what point did your body accept the situation and simply work? What if you make 100, will you stop?

These walls are all around us, it is the things that define our very existence. Someone broke the wall when the first ship went so far into sea that land was not longer visible. Flight was considered impossible, to dangerous. Now, we have a higher chance of tripping a breaking our neck than dying in a plane crash.

And nature. The wall was all that the dinosaurs could handle. Beyond the wall, nature figured out that the two legged animal was more proficient than the four legged animal. T-Rex vs Steggasaurus. What will happen when humans hit our own wall, and we know longer exist. What kind of beings will evolve. Scientists say that the cockroach is one of the oldest animals. Or Ants. Will the next thing have six legs?

As for my own walls. Leaving home was a wall. The other side of the wall is always frightening but it is always a change, and not always good or bad.

I no longer ride bicycles, and to this day, I have to wear tight jeans due to chafing problems.

Yesterday, I turned off my computer after 3,000 hands. I stopped playing feeling like I had to continue. I went to bed feeling like I should keep on playing. I dreamed that I was in a casino, playing poker. There was three of us -- all friends.





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