| Sep. 6th, 2005 @ 05:20 pm Lalala |
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So I guess I should chime in since lately my posts have been nothing but poker screenshots.
Miriam and I are kinda engaged -- for all intensive purposes we ARE engaged, but there is something that warrants the 'kinda' that I shall not discuss as it's personal and what-not.
Went to Josh's for Labor Day weekend. It was nice to chill out -- played poker on Friday night and won when it was just me, Josh, his wife, his brother in-law, and Miriam. Saturday 4 more people came over and we all played something called TV Trivia. I don't know if you've ever heard of it but basically there's 4 wireless controllers with 1-5 buttons on them. A question pops up on the screen and you hit a button and depending on the speed of your answer, you're given more points or less points. Played random trivia first and I came in second. Played television trivia second and I came in last because although I'm the king of TV, it was asking some bunk ass shit about 60's shows.
Anyway, after that dibacle we got a bigger game of poker going. This time 9 people were playing, including Josh's 6 year-old daughter. Chris, Nancy, David, and Michelle were also playing and I felt so bad because the first out of the game was Nancy... and she was knocked out by the 6 year old. Five minutes later she screams from the living room, "I GOT BUSTED BY A FUCKIN 6 YEAR OLD!" and we all laughed at her. What are friends for?
I ended up losing a substantial pot to the 6 year-old as well. She always bet so you never know what she had -- I had top pair and figured they were good. She would just pick up different color chips and arrange them in some pretty pattern and say "Raise!". She happened to think black and green chips were particularly pretty and I thought they were too as the 6 year-old was basically firing out with the chips worth the most. She showed me 2 pair and I crawled into a hole.
The newcomer Michelle, completely new to the game, took the rest of us out. She had tells a-plenty but I couldn't get a hand where I could use them to my advantage. On my last hand with her, I flop an open ended straight draw and a flush draw. The flop is nothing but rags and I raised about 5k before the flop so I know she didn't hit it. So I fire at her on every street down to the river, where I've missed both of my draws. She's telling me she doesn't have shit the whole way not verbally but just by the way she looked and I said the fated words, "All-in". She thinks about 4 seconds and says "Well I gotta see now" and turns over a pair of fookin 7's. I don't know which was more annoying -- the fact that she called 5k preflop with King 7 or that she chased my doubled bets to the river chasing nothing but air and then called a bet that would cripple her with 7's to a board that had her crushed with any 2 cards but mine. Anyway, that was that.
Oh yeah, I don't know if I've mentioned Josh's brother in-law Brandon before, but he's a 15 year old brat. One of those kids that dresses in all name brand or he doesn't dress at all, owns 2 playstations, one for each parents' house, and is basically spoiled rotten. Well to go along with that, he's also got an ego the size of the Earth. Being that he's got this ego, he likes to challenge me to XBox games knowing I'm used to Playstation. Last weekend's game was Madden 2006. I told him the last Madden I'd played was 2004 but I didn't tell him at what frequency I still play Madden 2004. He beats me in the first game as I'm getting used to the controller and this annoying fucking "feature" called QB Vision or something. My major strength in Madden is my running game and my defense, though. He plays with no team but the Eagles and the second game I know that they've got crappy corners so I pick the Colts. I blow him out with the Colts. He plays me with a few other teams and I blow him out some more. Finally I tell him I'll play him with the Cardinals and I won't even pass -- he's practically salivating.
Enter the moment that makes my whole weekend. The look of pure defeat on his face as I roll over him by 50 points by doing nothing but running. I had a few interceptions and fumbles I ran back on him, but after every one he'd launch himself back into the couch and say "God damn it!" and then later to Chris, "Man, he beat me with the fucking Cardinals." and Chris' reply, "Beat?"
So that was my weekend. I should probably LJ-cut this but I'm not nice enough so neener. |
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