WSOP Fantasy 2010

I have a decent track record in WSOP Fantasy pools.  This year, I'm in one with @scsuhockey10 and @teamgetbig. 

I think we have an interesting group of teams.  We're using WSOP POTY points to determine winner and not weighting any events.  I tried to pick people who I think will play a large number of events as well as having a good shot at cashing in the events in which they play (duh).  Didn't get all my desired picks, and I forgot about Vanessa Selbst after thinking I should pick her, but overall I'm happy with my team. Annette is somewhat of a question mark, since this is the first WSOP she is eligible to play in, but she is one of my favorite players and massively talented.  Hopefully she will make some deep runs.

Andy:

• Ivey


• Timoshenko


• Greenstein


• T. Chan


• Bonomo


• Glantz


• Grospellier


• Shorr


• S. Gross


• Jaka

Bob:

• Lauria


• Harder


• Baldwin


• Clements


• Marchese


• S. Stein


• Leah


• Busquet


• Van Alstyne


• Mackey

Katie:

• Mercier


• Hellmuth


• Lisandro


• Obrestad


• Bloch


• Juanda


• Monnette


• Hawrilenko


• Ferguson


• Parker

Quote from a Friend on my FB Wall

"If
I were to try to read, much less answer, all the attacks made on me,
this shop might as well be closed for any other business. I do the very
best I know how - the very best I can; and I mean to keep doing so
until the end. If the end brings me out all right, what's said against
me won't amount to anything. If the end brings me out wrong, ten angels
swearing I was right would make no difference."

--Abraham Lincoln

Ladies and Gentlemen, Introducing the Plobcycle

"@ckbwop I think I just figured out what a #plobcycllle is. Blog post coming. #muhahahaha" - me, earlier this evening on Twitter.

My stack shortly before the game broke after the plobcycle helped me to recover from $150/$300.

Flashback to WPBT in December.  We had arrived on Thursday.  We partied like rockstars.  Sunday came and went.  A bunch of us ended up, post-football, at the IP Geisha bar for our last hurrah before everyone went home.  CK and I were standing around, drinking our drinks, when she looks at me and asks if we should see if the Sunday night IP mixed game is running.  I look across the pit.  The poker room is only like 500 feet from us.  We wander over with Dawn.  Somehow, before you know it, there is NOT a mixed game, but a 1/2 NLHE game, featuring the drunken likes of me, CK, Dawn, F-train, Penner, and assorted others.  There was also a whole Rich/Not Rich controversy and as it turns out I actually knew Not Rich, but I digress.  Much hilarity ensued at this game, and if you were not there, you totally missed out.

At one point, some blogger donkey made a wheel.  In 1/2 NLHE.  I immediately flashed back to four years ago at the Trop.  There was a crazy Asian woman who would say "biiiiiiiiiiicyclllllllle!" in a super annoying voice every time she made a wheel.  I'm certain I said both "biiiiiiiiiicycllllllllllle!" and told the story to the other bloggers.  For some reason this seemed very funny at the time.  I'm guessing because we were all pretty drunk.

Though WPBT ended shortly thereafter, periodically, CK and I would tweet "#biiiiicyclllllle" to each other, primarily when one of us tweeted about playing O8.  I started abusing the hashtag, and one day when I was playing PLO, someone tweeted #biiiiicycllllllle in an attempt to wish me good PLO luck.  A discussion of how a bicycle was clearly a terrible PLO hand ensued.  CK tweeted "#plobcyclllllle!" (which, in my mind, is pronounced Plob-cycle, not PLO bicycle).  And thus another hashtag meme was born.  However, none of us could quite figure out what a plobcycle WAS.  Broadway?  No...who wants to flop a straight in Omaha?  We never pinned it down.

Tonight I discovered what a plobcycle was.  If this is NOT a plobcycle, I don't know what is.

The Borgata Poker Room.  Table 19.  1/2 PLO, full ring, lots of donkeys.  Shortly before midnight on a Tuesday.

Your hero is in the 1 seat.  Two to her left is a super lagtard PLO player.  He will always bet your hand for you.  Sadly, your hero has been running badly and is down to $150/$300.  Her game plan for getting even?  Repot the lagtard the next time she has a quality hand.

Oh, look at this!  Hero has looked down to see AdTdAcQc.  She is UTG.  Purrrrrrrfect.  Hero innocently throws two chips in the pot. Two seat also limps.  Three seat pots as expected.  $12.  What's this?  Several calls of the $12?  Even better.  I make it $60 to go.  Somewhat shockingly, 2, 3, 4, 8, and 10 seat all flat the $60.  I pray to hit the flop hard because I'm jamming my remaining $90 no matter what it is.  Flop: A25.  Rainbow.  I jam, praying no one has 34, for a #biiiiicyclllllle.  2 seat folds.  3 seat folds.  4 seat...pots?  NOOOOOOOOOOOO!  I happen to know the 4 seat and he is not potting here to do me a solid and offer me protection.  He is potting because he has 34.  He flopped a motherfucking #biiiiicycllllllllle.

Everyone folds.  He does not table his hand, but I know I need the board to pair.  The whole table is well aware I have flopped top set, though I have not tabled my hand either.  My opponent knows he needs to dodge the board pairing.  I'm thinking "ONE TIME!!!!!" when the turn comes off a Kd.  "PAIR THE BOARD, DEALER, COME ON!!!!"  The river looks to be a safe Js.  

The 4 seat sighs relief and tables 2345, right as I say, "I have broadway."  The entire table is shocked.  "You don't have top set?," the 6 seat asks, clearly confused.  I table AAQT double-suited.  The four seat curses under his breath.  "Nice hand, Katie."  I get pushed a very large pot.  Good return on investment for $150.

My first thought is: "And that, ladies and gentlemen, is a plobcycle." 

OMG, not a post about poker!

The other day I was spending some time with Molly and the topic of health insurance came up.  I'm officially uninsured June 15th (which reminds me, I guess I should look into private "Oh Shit" insurance, but, I digress...).  She asked me how I planned to handle that.

In reality, I hope to have a job on the horizon by then, so hopefully this will not be such a big deal.  Furthermore, I'm relatively healthy.  I've only been to the hospital twice in my life, both due to my own klutziness.  I don't have any pre-existing conditions or medication I need to take for anything.  The only pill I take on a daily basis is my birth control.  And therein lies the rub.

I told Molly the primary reason I want health insurance is so I don't have to pay $50/month for something that all women should have affordable access to.  Right now I pay $5/month.  A few years ago when I was working a 9 to 5-er, I paid $2.50/month.  But $50/month for basic birth control pills?  Why?  ¡Que ridículo! 

Why is Katie always talking about Latin dancing when she gets unlucky?

RT @ehonda500mob #Rumbas what do that mean @OnAFoldDraw @caitycaity

Anyone who owns an iPhone knows that its autocorrect feature sometimes takes a little while to get used to your own peculiarities.  For a very long time, whenever I wanted to type "for", I would end up with "fir" prompting numerous embarrassing texts in which I sound like an uneducated hick, as well as myriad pine tree jokes from @onafolddraw.  And then there was the time at the series last year when I sent a bunch of angry tweets where "go fuck yourself" got changed to "go duck yourself."  Not QUITE the same effect.  Fortunately, my phone has now adapted and realizes that when I type fuck, I generally didn't intend to say duck. 

Rumbas is one such addition to my lexicon that I have decided to keep.  I can't tell the hilarity of how rumbas started in 140 characters, so here is the official story:

Sometime back in 2009, I was at Harrah's AC Poker room.  @realdawnsummers and I were tweeting back and forth about my session which had just come to an abrupt end when my QQ < 92o after I check-raise 5 bet from UTG pre flop.  Yes, it was one of THOSE days.  Actually, that day had a happy ending, as I got a pep talk from Brian ("If there was any player in this room that I would back, it would be you! You KNOW you can do this!") and ended up with profit, after getting stuck quite a lot.  But I digress.

I was in the midst of some "OMFG can you believe 92 just cracked my QQ? How is 924r not a safe flop there???" tweet to Dawn when I decided I needed to add a bunch of hilarious hashtags.  (In case you don't know, Dawn is the queen of #SuperLongHashTagMemesThatAlwaysCrackMeUp).  Of course, the first hashtag I added was #runbad...or at least what I thought was #runbad.  I was tilty and taking a walk to get my head together and hit send without proofreading. 

Shortly thereafter, I noticed my iPhone had autocorrected #runbad to #rumbas.  In case you don't know, a rumba is a Latin dance.  In between fits of laughter, I tweeted back Dawn to say "#rumbas, WTF is that? OBV I meant #runbad. LOL"

Apparently Dawn thought #rumbas was as funny as me, so now we both frequently use #rumbas instead of #runbad.  I have to say, it makes me giggle a little bit every time, and therefore not be on #rumbas tilt.  In addition to the dance, rumbas is also the Spanish word for parties, which is of course what one tends to throw when on tilt after some #runbad.  Perhaps my smart phone is actually smarter than me...

Slumber My Darling

Been listening to Appalachia Waltz and Appalachian Journey a lot recently.  Here is a favorite.

Slumber, my darling, thy mother is near,

Guarding thy dreams from all terror and fear,

Sunlight has pass'd and the twilight has gone,

Slumber, my darling, the night's coming on.

Sweet visions attend thy sleep,

Fondest, dearest to me,

While others their revels keep,

I will watch over thee.



Slumber, my darling, the birds are at rest,

The wandering dews by the flow'rs are caressed,

Slumber, my darling, I'll wrap thee up warm,

And pray that the angels will shield thee from harm.



Slumber, my darling, till morn's blushing ray

Brings to the world the glad tidings of day;

Fill the dark void with thy dreamy delight--

Slumber, thy mother will guard thee tonight,

Thy pillow shall sacred be

From all outward alarms;

Thou, thou are the world to me

In thine innocent charms.



Slumber, my darling, the birds are at rest,

The wandering dews by the flow'rs are caressed,

Slumber, my darling, I'll wrap thee up warm,

And pray that the angels will shield thee from harm

Line of the day

"It could be the most spirited interspecies escape since The Rescuers."

(link courtesy of my sister)

http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2006/07/060705-mouse-frog.html