Joe Speaker

Do I owe everyone a dollar if I link someone else’s bad beat story? And is there extra cost involved if it’s in the form of a hand history?

Sumbit your favorite form of payment after you check out this sick beat from my table in the $26K on Full Tilt from Friday night.

Perfect, Perfect.

Bone Daddy had recently been seated on my left as the observant among you will notice. He also had some bad luck later, getting felted by set over set. I mostly hung out and folded for 90 minutes or so, picking up small pots, but never having the chance to get in good. Daddy, Princess and drizz were also in and our combined inebriation raised the Drunk Alert Level to Red. Daddy took the last-longer, earning a bottle of Temecula Valley vino from me, allowing him to hold onto his Hilljack Shiraz.

I got crippled in the middle of the second hour (and “crippled” is relative since I only hand T2500) by a curiously played hand. I saw a free flop in the BB with Ts5s and led out when I flopped the flush and gutshot draws. UTG was the only caller. I missed on the turn and fired another bullet to no avail. I forced myself to check the river when it didn’t help and UTG checked behind, drawing a momentary curse from me as I thought he too had been on the draw.

Um…no. He had QQ.

Not THAT is some Pressure Poker. Well played, sir.

Things weren’t going much better in the $11 Crazy Re-buy on Poker Stars. I managed a 5-figure stack at the end of the re-buy, but saw it dwindle appreciably during the second hour due to the fact that I missed every flop. I had a lot of chips at the table and people were–correctly–playing marginal hands to pre-flop raises. It’s one of the reasons I like this tourney, for its room to play post-flop. I didn’t like it so much with hands like 74s kept out-flopping my Big Slicks, though. I barely made it into Hour Three before succumbing meekly.Though, all in all, a pretty fun night of poker thanks to clever girlie chat and a bottle of Chimay Blue.

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Alright, six days have passed and I haven’t said a word. Is that time enough to allow for mourning? Can I respectfully note that Liverpool knocked Chelsea out of the Champions League (AGAIN!) in a rocking semi-final at Anfield (AGAIN!)?

Because I value Al and Garth so highly as human beings a friends, I did not want to pile on their misery–compounded this weekend, I’m guessing–with my giddiot celebrations. I enacted a full media blackout last Tuesday so I could watch the TiVo in real time. With the combination of parenting AJ and a number of other interruptions, I didn’t get to the Kuyt clincher until past midnight. You can correctly assume my neighbors were not pleased with my reactions during PKs. 

So, a rematch of The Miracle in Istanbul with AC Milan (at least it wasn’t Man U, right guys?). While I lack the ability to see the future, I would like to offer a prediciton on the Final:

I’m going to be sick that day. Won’t be able to make it to work.

This entry was posted on Monday, May 7th, 2007 at 12:01 pm and is filed under Uncategorized.