Check out Aussie Sarah's site (previous post) for a re-cap of her 44th place finish in the PL Event. Looks like she got lucky (again). Go luck! Go batfaces!
Friday, June 30, 2006
Thursday, June 29, 2006
WSOP Countdown: 8 Days away...

You'll see that one of their feature writers is Sarah Bilney. Sarah played next to me during day 3 of the 2005 Main Event (Hey, who's that pasty, constipated guy in the white shirt??), where she went on to finish 63rd, good for $145,000, thanks in no small part to getting pocker aces and kings 46 times in two hours and getting paid off every time. It looks like she's used that finish to spingboard a poker career of some sort. (Of course, she is very nice, and she's already cashed in Event #3 this year.)
Which brings up a interesting issue: why is it that so many people who get lucky enought to make some money in the main event suddenly become poker experts? I guess you have to love this "sport," but it seems a little goofy.
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
WSOP Event 2

The first full field event of the WSOP kicked off yesterday with a mere 2,776 entrants in the $1500 NLHE Event. After playing down to 122 players last night, 2001 Main Event Champion, Carlos Mortenson is chip leader with the likes of Devilfish, Seidel, Raymer, the "Sheik", Harman, Gordon and Hellmuth still in the mix. Hellmuth knocked out Clonie, who barely scraped into the money in 243rd place.
WSOP Countdown: 9 Days away...

Tuesday, June 27, 2006
WSOP Countdown: 10 Days away...

Here are some photos of the first day's action from the Poker Prof. (First murmur: An outdour kitchen tent?)
Monday, June 26, 2006
WSOP Countdown: 11 Days away...

Saturday, June 24, 2006
Friday, June 23, 2006
Change of Scenery?
Friends come and go. Girlfriends/gay lovers come and go. Wives, children and even family members (especially my douchebag of a father) come and go. It is a natural evolutionary cycle.
Now, Randy is pissed at Todd. Todd is pissed at me. I'm pissed at Randy. Randy is pissed at Thum. Thum is pissed at Fawcett. Fawcett is pissed at me. I'm pissed at Fawcett. Fawcett is pissed at Todd. Todd is pissed at people. People are pissed at me. Everyone is pissed at Rogers. Rogers is pissed at decorum.
Time for new horizons?
Uhhh, go DatFaces?
Very, very hard to say.
Drinks anyone?

Probably the best thing about our home game is that we're all very good friends. We've each (some more than others) had evenings when we have too much to drink and make fools of ourselves. Last night was certainly one of those nights for me. And since we're all such good friends, we give each other the benefit of the doubt when those drunken evenings occur. So when I woke up this morning, I could have called TBR and apologized for knocking his phone on the floor and riding him the entire evening about whether he'd be leaving the game early. I could have called Straight E and Sommer and apologized for throwing chips in their direction and even into their drinks. I could have called Zach, Tulsa and Tum and apologized for cussing at and verbally abusing them for most of the evening. I could have called Fawcett, the host, and apologized for generally behaving like a disruptive ass at his game. I could have called Shane and....well never mind I don't think I did anything to Shane during the 12 minutes he was there. When I got up this morning , I called Dirk and apologized to him for my behavior. Even though I've known Dirk for a couple of years, it was the first time he'd played cards with us and seen me in this state. He, like I would have guessed any one in the group, said everything was cool and no apology was needed. After talking to Dirk, I e-mailed Randy asking how much I owed him to replace his broken phone. I felt like I'd made all the peace I needed to make. Anyway, if any of the above feel like I need to apologize to them, I'm sorry I was out of control last night. I can't guarantee it won't happen again, but if it does, I hope it happens when I'm around my good friends, who know that for whatever reason I'm just blowing off a little steam. Go Batfaces!
Batface Poker Night: Tilty McTilterstein

Seriously, I don't think alcohol is his problem. If anything, that probably helps him loosen up a very tight game. But this article from Mike Caro could change his game--if he weren't too stubborn to read it.
As for the game itself, it was a very tense, turbulent and hostile affair, punctuated by ethical violations, tantrums and near-fisticuffs (and I'm not even talking about Tiny B anymore). Fortunately for me (and you, our three readers) Todd wasn't able to break my phone, so I give you the only picture you need to know about the actual play, my stack:

UPDATE: Upon further review, it appears that Todd did actually break my phone/pda thingie. So, if you're scoring at home, just remove the green and red stacks from the above photo for my net take on the night.
Thursday, June 22, 2006
Batface Poker Night: Preview to a kill

Within 4.6 seconds (or roughly half the time it takes Sang to respond to Lodge-related text messages), Tiny B sent a reply e-mail:
"Sommer and I are at sherlocks drinking jaeger. Come on."
What else can you say really? Go Batfaces!
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Donkey Room in Trouble?

As reported over on Pokerati, last night Channel 8 ran an undercover report on poker rooms in Dallas with cameras in The Lounge and references to the Rounders Club. A Batface, who happened to be playing in the Rounders tourney at the time of the news telecast, reports that there was little concern and general laughter and amusement towards the story. The same Batface reports that 3-4 police cars were circling the location as he was leaving around 11pm (no doubt, having busted out while poorly executing some sort of ill-conceived bluff).
It seems like a matter of time before the North Dallas room that we "affectionately" call the Donkey Room has unwanted visitors.
Monday, June 19, 2006
Nice Layout, Creepy Thoughts
Our other favorite poker website has finally redesigned its web page to make it much more user friendly. My only concern is that it has posted pictures from our Batface Holiday Party last December, and now his group of derelicts, that have no life, can now fantasize about our wives and kids. Do like the random picture though except for TBR's kids. They have enough problems having him as a dad.
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Now I know Gambling is ok
Interesting article by our favorite writer, The Sports Guy, about gambling. Hope you guys have a chance to visit with him during the WSOP.
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Has Barry overplayed his hand?

Monday, June 12, 2006
Friday, June 09, 2006
My Awful Partner Retraction...Not
Woke up this morning feeling a little guilty for lambasting Randy. I was venting over an unlucky situation...and, Randy had actually played a decent round of golf the before which put us in 8th place of a field of over 70 teams.
However, after today's round, last night's post was justified. As I rethink Randy's round I can only recall Vic Morrow's line from The Bad News Bears wherein he offered this recap of the Bears season opener, "What I saw out there today made me sick."
It would take me 5000 words to do fair justice the abortion Randy manged today, but I will leave you with one anecdote.
Set-up: Our tournament is scored, not by how low your score is, but by how many points you receive. Birdies are worth 4 points, Pars get two points, bogeys count one point and anything above that is a zero.
The Situation: By mid-round, it is obvious Randy is worthless. Before a par three, I prodded him by saying, "On the tee-box, why don't you just whiff it four times and quit the hole." Randy giggled.
The Action: On the tee box, Randy pulls his first shot in the water. He goes to the drop area where he has a 90 yard pitch over the same water. This times, he chunks his ball and his shot goes in the drink after and unspectacular flight of, at most, 30 yards. Now laying four with no chance of making any points on the hole, Randy is resigned to spectator status.
The Recap: Randy managed a big fat zero for the hole. If he plays it the way I told him, he still scores zero points, but he still owns the two balls he dropped in the water. Ugh!
Randy, if you are reading this, I still love you. Just kidding.
However, after today's round, last night's post was justified. As I rethink Randy's round I can only recall Vic Morrow's line from The Bad News Bears wherein he offered this recap of the Bears season opener, "What I saw out there today made me sick."
It would take me 5000 words to do fair justice the abortion Randy manged today, but I will leave you with one anecdote.
Set-up: Our tournament is scored, not by how low your score is, but by how many points you receive. Birdies are worth 4 points, Pars get two points, bogeys count one point and anything above that is a zero.
The Situation: By mid-round, it is obvious Randy is worthless. Before a par three, I prodded him by saying, "On the tee-box, why don't you just whiff it four times and quit the hole." Randy giggled.
The Action: On the tee box, Randy pulls his first shot in the water. He goes to the drop area where he has a 90 yard pitch over the same water. This times, he chunks his ball and his shot goes in the drink after and unspectacular flight of, at most, 30 yards. Now laying four with no chance of making any points on the hole, Randy is resigned to spectator status.
The Recap: Randy managed a big fat zero for the hole. If he plays it the way I told him, he still scores zero points, but he still owns the two balls he dropped in the water. Ugh!
Randy, if you are reading this, I still love you. Just kidding.
Great suck out turns ugly
I just poker stoved my favorite hand I have ever been in and here it is...
TBR raised to $200 at 30/60 blinds utg and I moved all in for $490 total in the cutoff seat with ace queen of clubs and the button insta-all-ins behind me. Randy tanks and calls my all in and creates a nice side and main pot. Button had aces and Randy has 10s...button is 70%, TBR is 20% and I am 10% preflop. Flop of 2, 6, 8 all clubs gives me nut flush and I am now 96% and they are 2% each. Turn 8, river 8...nice boats guys. Shit, I mean at least let me take the side pot or something.
TBR raised to $200 at 30/60 blinds utg and I moved all in for $490 total in the cutoff seat with ace queen of clubs and the button insta-all-ins behind me. Randy tanks and calls my all in and creates a nice side and main pot. Button had aces and Randy has 10s...button is 70%, TBR is 20% and I am 10% preflop. Flop of 2, 6, 8 all clubs gives me nut flush and I am now 96% and they are 2% each. Turn 8, river 8...nice boats guys. Shit, I mean at least let me take the side pot or something.
My Awful Partner
TBR is my partner in my club's meber-guest tournament. He is stupid, stupid, stupid-lucky at cards and he can't keep a golf ball in play.
I hate him.
I hate him.
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Batfaces to the WSOP

Of course, Dantana will already be there (thanks for this photo), blogging about everything but the action.
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