Archive for December, 2010

How I feel about Philip Gordon

I watched Phil Gordon win on Poker After Dark last week. What is it about the man that rubs me the wrong way?

Something about his attitude at the table really gets to me. He is a bit of a cry baby but that doesn’t explain it.

Maybe it is the knowledge that he didn’t work his way up, like a lot of poker players I respect. He can into the game a millionaire from selling a computer technology to Cisco Systems back in the 1996. So, he got rich and bored and decided to play professional poker. It is sort of like Paris Hilton using her fame and money to become a signer or actor. Yet that isn’t far, is it. Phil can play poker.

Phil Gordon just seems to give off the vibe of a ruthless, win at all cost, asshole who pretends to be nice. I am fairly certian that is not true either. Phil works hard at charitable causes and has a few of his own. From all I read, he is a good family man and many other poker players consider him a friend.

Yet, I find myself watching Poker After Dark wishing for him to get sucked out on, the same I do for Phil Hellmuth. It is probably just me!

Making Money or Playing the Game

I love playing poker, real poker. Nothing bothers me more than getting invited to a “dealer calls” home game and the host calls a game like Baseball,  Kings and Little Men, or even Five Card Draw with sevens, threes and one-eyed jacks wild. In fact, I always ask first, does your home game use wild cards? If the answer is yes, I don’t play. I was once in a discussion with another card player in which he tried to tell me how much fun game with wild cards are, and how much action it creates. For me, it just adds another element of luck that hurts the skill players.

You see, I really enjoy the skill of the game. The last time I played the game Kings and Little Men, I was dealt four queens, Now if you don’t know this game, it is a guts style game in which Kings and your lowest card is wild. You get 5 cards, decide if you are in or out (If you lose, you match the pot – no betting), and then you can change any cards you want with the deck. So I get dealt a king, 2 queens and of course my lowest card is automatically wild. 4 queen! I commit to the hand and ask for 1 card. The only way my hand could improve is to get a fifth queen. This could happen if I was dealt another queen, a king, or my low card pairs up. One other person also stays in. He asks for 4 cards. He kept an ace. My hand didn’t improve but his did. He got a king, a jack and two three. The jack was the same suit as his ace (I don’t remember which). So, he ended up with a Royal Flush, beating my four of a kind. $25 dollars out the window. Fuck that game!

I enjoy PLAYING poker with people who know how to play poker. If I get to a Texas Hold ‘em tournament and sit down at a table with a bunch of new players, my heart just sinks. I know, unless I get real unlucky, I’ll take their chips, but that’s not the point. I want to play poker. I want the chess game that is Texas Hold’em. I have a friend whom is a few good player (For a home game player, like me), and a love sitting down at a table with him. I know I’m going to have to think, to put puzzle pieces together. When I win a game with him, or people like his, I know I’ve accomplished something.

Of course, at this point, I am not playing for my livelihood. That might be a different story.

And there is the skill of playing bad players. I remember it look me a while to learn to adjust me game to be able to beat them, which is basically, play your cards, don’t be too tricky and bet big. Inexperienced players don’t have enough sense to fold. Of course, this depends on how they play. Sometimes I’ve played new players and they will fold to any raise, others seem to call any raise. Figure them out and play accordingly.

Anyway, poker for me is more for personal growth that a way to build a fortune. Hopefully, one day, I’ll be able to do both.

The Little Bastard with the 5 8 off suit

I have not been posting for a while but I’m back and have something to say!

This is to the punk who called my all-in with his fucking 5-8 off suit because he “felt it”! Fuck you and your straight! Do that again and my kings will hold up, I promise!

I didn’t say a word. I got up and left the table. I even shook hands with the little prick. Hey, I’m no Phil Helmuth! But now I can take my revenge on my little blog that no one reads! WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THAT, YOU LITTLE FUCK! Ha ha! Feel the wrath of Sir Underbelly!

That is the curse you have brought upon yourself. My words are here, for the whole world to read, and if I knew your name, I’d broadcast it to the world! I think it was Bob, or Bill. It began with a B!

Keep this in mind, all those that face me at the poker table, I will belittle you in this type of harsh way in this blog. How will you feel than! I’ve had 6 hits in 2 fucking years and those hits will read about you and your bogus poker playing ability! Ha ha!