27th April 2005
TCP Phat Dogs Game Report - Wednesday, 27th April, 2005
THE ALMIGHTY NON-EVENT
Steve Deadmoney
Report? What report? Surely on the rare occasions when there is no "official" game I get the night off from boring the crap out of our readership with the minutiae of our tawdry little games - Well, apparently not. Our webmistress (or in G's case, just mistress) - Lindsey - has a way with words herself. Either that, or I just can't say no to anything poker-related (see also: women, comedy (well, I did just say women), alcohol, drugs, and rock). Whatever, last night's events were sufficiently noteworthy that I feel obliged to put finger to keyboard yet again. And no, that doesn't mean I'm playing with my organ, it's just the modern equivalent of pen to paper. All similarities between my scribblings and playing with my organ have already been noted - let's just agree it's a load of wank and move on.
"So, why no game this week?" I hear you cry (I'm pushing the limits of my imagination here, throw me a bone... ) Well, a whole bunch of us were rather drawn to a game of football (that's soccer to our US cousins). In addition, we didn't have enough players to make up a quorum (based on the theory that a majority of Phat Dogs need to play the game for it to count). That's democracy for you - those of you in the US that are old enough may remember democracy - it's what you used to have before you put Dubya in power (1st time round with a minority vote). So anyway, Dave, Marty & Pete (The Slag) weren't fussed about the football and went off for poker elsewhere (no word on that yet).
Meanwhile it was all back to mine for the rest of us (well, most anyway). A quick re-stocking of the booze, a few cakes and pizza, re-arrange the furniture and we were in business. So, to cut to the chase, 0-0 (good game though) let's eat, drink and be Mary, sorry that's merry. (I really must try and de-personalise these reports).
Game over - who fancies a little freeze-out? OK, that's everyone then. G, Lindz, Baz, Andy, Straight Pete and myself decided we'd have a few games in "The Sunday Spirit". That's basically when we have really small stakes freeze-outs (2 quid a game, don't tell my bank manager!) and consequently, no-one minds playing ridiculous cards just for the hell of it. All players going all-in on the first hand is not uncommon, so it changes the dynamic of the whole game. Plus, no-one cares if they play whilst completely trashed (drivers excepted).
"In The Sunday Spirit" has also become a good excuse to bluff when calling a sizeable raise, when actually you're holding bullets or another top pair. I'm trying to recall the last time I had a top pair in my hands - I think it was probably in a dream anyway, so let's get back to poker. "To poker" as actually another dream I had, but then she wasn't fat dog.
OK, OK, I know. Less wank, more poker. All right then, the 'Almighty' bit. Just like my sex life, there isn't that much to write about, it did all happen pretty bloody quick, but ultimately it was glorious, and above all, memorable. There were actually two events to tell you about (see how quick I can drop the references to my sex life?) Firstly, Lindz managed to 'woo' a straight flush. As with virtually all her wins this evening, it came on the river (8 - Q clubs). Only the second time I've seen that in live play - it will live with me until I get to the next line (with Lindsey's ability to pull rabbits from hats, she really ought to be called The Magician.
Meanwhile, to balance all Lindz's good fortune, G was having a mare. Holding 88 against Baz's KJo, the board was looking dangerous - at the turn, there were 3 aces on board. They were both all in. G showed his house and Baz looked dead with just a K kicker. Bring on the killer river - the final ace! Quad aces for both players and Baz was over the winning line with the higher kicker. To his credit, G, whilst clearly mortified, unusually accepted the outcome with no more than a few words. Mostly they began with F and C, and were generally of 4 letters, but The Spirit of Sunday had made it slightly more bearable. Nice one, Bazza. You jammy little (Server has deleted the remaining text on the grounds of indecency - Microsoft Big Brother Screening version 6.7 can't tolerate real language, and we make the rules.)
TCP Phat Dogs Game Report - Wednesday, 27th April, 2005
THE ALMIGHTY NON-EVENT
Steve Deadmoney
Report? What report? Surely on the rare occasions when there is no "official" game I get the night off from boring the crap out of our readership with the minutiae of our tawdry little games - Well, apparently not. Our webmistress (or in G's case, just mistress) - Lindsey - has a way with words herself. Either that, or I just can't say no to anything poker-related (see also: women, comedy (well, I did just say women), alcohol, drugs, and rock). Whatever, last night's events were sufficiently noteworthy that I feel obliged to put finger to keyboard yet again. And no, that doesn't mean I'm playing with my organ, it's just the modern equivalent of pen to paper. All similarities between my scribblings and playing with my organ have already been noted - let's just agree it's a load of wank and move on.
"So, why no game this week?" I hear you cry (I'm pushing the limits of my imagination here, throw me a bone... ) Well, a whole bunch of us were rather drawn to a game of football (that's soccer to our US cousins). In addition, we didn't have enough players to make up a quorum (based on the theory that a majority of Phat Dogs need to play the game for it to count). That's democracy for you - those of you in the US that are old enough may remember democracy - it's what you used to have before you put Dubya in power (1st time round with a minority vote). So anyway, Dave, Marty & Pete (The Slag) weren't fussed about the football and went off for poker elsewhere (no word on that yet).
Meanwhile it was all back to mine for the rest of us (well, most anyway). A quick re-stocking of the booze, a few cakes and pizza, re-arrange the furniture and we were in business. So, to cut to the chase, 0-0 (good game though) let's eat, drink and be Mary, sorry that's merry. (I really must try and de-personalise these reports).
Game over - who fancies a little freeze-out? OK, that's everyone then. G, Lindz, Baz, Andy, Straight Pete and myself decided we'd have a few games in "The Sunday Spirit". That's basically when we have really small stakes freeze-outs (2 quid a game, don't tell my bank manager!) and consequently, no-one minds playing ridiculous cards just for the hell of it. All players going all-in on the first hand is not uncommon, so it changes the dynamic of the whole game. Plus, no-one cares if they play whilst completely trashed (drivers excepted).
"In The Sunday Spirit" has also become a good excuse to bluff when calling a sizeable raise, when actually you're holding bullets or another top pair. I'm trying to recall the last time I had a top pair in my hands - I think it was probably in a dream anyway, so let's get back to poker. "To poker" as actually another dream I had, but then she wasn't fat dog.
OK, OK, I know. Less wank, more poker. All right then, the 'Almighty' bit. Just like my sex life, there isn't that much to write about, it did all happen pretty bloody quick, but ultimately it was glorious, and above all, memorable. There were actually two events to tell you about (see how quick I can drop the references to my sex life?) Firstly, Lindz managed to 'woo' a straight flush. As with virtually all her wins this evening, it came on the river (8 - Q clubs). Only the second time I've seen that in live play - it will live with me until I get to the next line (with Lindsey's ability to pull rabbits from hats, she really ought to be called The Magician.
Meanwhile, to balance all Lindz's good fortune, G was having a mare. Holding 88 against Baz's KJo, the board was looking dangerous - at the turn, there were 3 aces on board. They were both all in. G showed his house and Baz looked dead with just a K kicker. Bring on the killer river - the final ace! Quad aces for both players and Baz was over the winning line with the higher kicker. To his credit, G, whilst clearly mortified, unusually accepted the outcome with no more than a few words. Mostly they began with F and C, and were generally of 4 letters, but The Spirit of Sunday had made it slightly more bearable. Nice one, Bazza. You jammy little (Server has deleted the remaining text on the grounds of indecency - Microsoft Big Brother Screening version 6.7 can't tolerate real language, and we make the rules.)
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