Better than nothing...

Exactly as the title says, better than nothing I guess.

Would have won the bloody lot but H/U my opp spunked his 3-outer on the river for a straight.

Still, onwards and upwards huh, maybe this will entice me back into the tourneys again, dunno, seems to be too much easy wonga to be had on the cash tarbs, hehe.

Gl out there!

Configurati.

Coolest coffe table ever....

Coolest coffee table ever.

I want one.

The only dumb thing about this is the guys name, parents can be so cruel......

Wtf!

Having been "single" for the last few months, yesterday I get a text from an old mate saying he was coming over my way with 3 old friends I had`nt seen for ages to play in a regular weekly pub game - and would I fancy meeting up, - I replied that I would be there and was looking forward to it.

The pub in question was one that I knew the "ex" would be at, and she would be playing too, which I had no problem with as we still got on relatively well, always having a chat about this and that etc.

So I turn up and meet the friends, (sure enough the "ex" is there), and everything is fine, yapping over old times and generally catching up on the last few months over a few drinks as we get the game under way. Only 14 players but it was a cosy setting, well run, basically just a bit of a giggle as it was only £5 entry.

I even had a chat with the "ex" during the breaks, nothing malicious, just catching up with recent events since we last talked - and all was good - so I thought anyhow.

At the end of a great evening we all went our own seperate ways promising to do it again soon, I even said goodnight to the "ex" and made my way home. All is good in the world, a pleasant evening had by all.

Until this morning.

I get a call from the "ex" around 10 am. asking me why I turned up!?

She explained that she had felt uncomfortable all during the game as she was unable to "be herself", that I had bought our old friends a drink but not her (which apparently had some hidden meaning) and would prefer that I did`nt go in future as she was a regular at this particular venue. WTF!

Now bearing in mind it was stoopid o`clock in the morning and I had just got up, this was not the kinda conversation I wanted to indulge in. I simply explained that I was there to meet up with old friends, not to antagonise her or make her feel uncomfortable, and thought the evening went ok as I even went outa my way to talk to her.

But as any male knows, the females of our species can be strange creatures prone to producing irrational and unexplainable actions at any given time without warning.

Similar instances had usually been treated allowing for this kinda behaviour and passed up as a complete waste of time even thinking about, but this was not gonna be one of them.

Last night had obviously been festering in her mind and she had decided to find answers.
But unbeknown to her, the usually acceptable placid response was not going to be forthcoming this time.

I simply stopped her in mid-flow, and told her that if this completely trivial mind-numbing patheticness was going to continue I suggest that she simply never talk to me again - and hung up.

WTF! Strange creatures women. Can`t live with them, can`t live without them?

Gl as always - Configurati.

The look on Fritz`s face.....priceless.

I had been to Vegas at least 3 times before I even started playing poker, simply because working for an airline has perks that cannot be passed up.

1st time musta been around 1997, me and a couple of mates flew over via Pheonix, stayed in the Flamingo (comped by one of the lads who had previously won some golf tourney that gave £500 worth of accommodation anywhere in the world as 1st prize) and basically played the slots and got bladdered every day.

We had decided to get some kip one particular afternoon in preparation for an evening session so headed over to wait for one of the 2 lifts when we noticed a dorkish looking foreigner with suitcase (obv just arrived) had stood behind us awaiting the same lifts.

The chance was too good to miss, so in a voice loud enough for the foreign guy to hear I said to me mate " usual bet on which lift arrives first"? Me mate cottoned on sharpish as I glanced at our eaves dropping friend behind us and replied "ok, same bet, I`ll take the one on the left".

Sure enough his lift opened first and we all trudged inside, waited for the doors to close and asked Fritz (he looked German) which floor he wanted.

"Cough up then" said me mate and held his hand out.

I opened up me wallet (luckily had a grand left) in full view of Fritz and plucked out 3 x $100 bills and gave them to me mate without batting an eye.

The look on Fritz`s face was absolutely fukkin priceless, his jaw musta hit the deck as he could not believe what he had just witnessed. Here he was just arrived in Vegas, gets into a lift with 3 bladdered Brits who are betting $300 on which friggin lift arrives first!

Just one of the many priceless moments from Vegas.

Gl out there.

AJ (Configurati)

Hitting the nail on the head?

If anyone that takes poker seriously actually reads this or any other poker blog, then at some point during their addiction to the game they will encounter feelings described within the article written below.
If you don`t then you are in complete denial and I would suggest some form of psychotherapy in an attempt to rid yourself of the delusional images that you perceive of your financial future where poker is concerned.

It was written by Steve Holden, take a look:

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"ON-LINE POKER IS SUCH A FUCKING CANCER and that’s not just my opinion but also the thoughts of several high raking professionals.

You sit at your screens for sometimes up to 14 hours per day, playing cash or tourneys trying to attain the dream that for 99.98% of players it aint going to happen for.

Clicking away on that little mouse like you know that the next game is going to be the one that turns the corner and gets you back on an even keel but it never fucking happens (well for most players anyway and if you are one of the lucky 0.02% then ignore this post) laying down decent hands cause you been re-raised and you’re a half decent player and when you do eventually get it in with AA or KK or AK and you are up against the likes of 47 or K2 you have to wonder WTF is going on when they constantly award bad play. Do these sites reward bad play to encourage the new players to come back?

I aint got a clue but what I do know is that they want good players to become bad players because they are constantly shoving it up us with these bad beats and 40/1 suck outs that in the end you get the “well if you cant beat them-join the fuckers” mentality.

Sitting alone with your mouse for endless hours day after day, becoming a fat lazy bastard, ignoring and forgetting the family around you, isolating yourself into this cocoon that you think will burst open any day now when you’ll take down the Sunday Millions and this will be the answer to all your prayers……. Get a fucking life mate cause it aint happening, the only consistent winners are the sites themselves cause they are taking so much money out of the game and that money’s gone forever, sooner or later your life will be gone along with all your family and friends…I know first hand how this feels, I have been ignorant of the loved ones around me, selfish in my quest to dominate the world of poker, I now find myself alone in this world. I have to start again now and move on and I’m not certain where that journey in life will take me or what I will do."

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Kinda hits the nail on the head dontcha think?

Gl out there.

Wanksville Central

How fekkin stoopid can ya get?

I had sat thru 4 friggin hours and 1150 donks to get to the FT of the 10k Freezeout with 125k, when I become card dead, know the feeling?

It had been easy fodder, plodding thru the field, but for some reason my game just went completely to shit at the final table.

I`m seriously in the cooler here, competely fekked off at the way I donked out, my game was good all the way, then I let it slip into wanksville central.

Anyone got any rope?

Guess I could buy some with the $165 I got for donking out 9th, fuck, I coulda bought a shit loada rope for the $2,700 the winner got.

Mr Angry out.

Day-release grandad nightmare.

The £20 freezeout on Sun did`nt go according to plan as somebody`s grandad was`nt reading the script.

4k starting stack with a 25 minute clock and we are still on level 1 when I limp with QT utg.

Flop comes 8-9-J rainbow - happy days!

I raise x4 to get re-raised by an old man who looked like he was on day-release from the local care home.

I have the stone-cold nuts so there aint no way I`m folding here - he must be on a draw or have bullets, kings or a set so I jam to be insta-called.

Sure enuff he flips KK, so there`s no prizes for guessing the turn/river here - QT - fuck, and I`m outa there, gg, wp, fuck off.

As I mooch over to the bar I hear the dealer call out "player down" and I peek over at the Mrs who has just doubled up through the local calling station and now nursing some 8k in chips.

Bollocks.

The roulette machine was more forgiving and kindly offered half my stake back, so I took it and plonked me arse down to hopefully rail the Mrs in the latter stages.

Sure enuff 4 hours later I am bolloxed at the bar and the Mrs is on the FT but seriously short-stacked, but she picks the right spots and takes 5th place, gg wp.

I then receive a lesson in "how-to-play-poker-my-way" from her all the way home in the car throughout which I nod and grunt in all the right places. Theres nothing worse than listening to a winner when you`ve lost!