Odd bits
Quick question: Is there anything on earth that feels better than moving all-in preflop with pocket jacks at a final table, getting a caller and then flopping quads?
It was a rhetorical question, because, simply speaking, there is nothing that feels better than that. Especially if you're struggling to make the money when five get paid and only six are left. And it helps if winning the pot vaults you to chip leader.
That's how my evening went last night. Of course, it was only a $5 tourney with 42 players, so my eventual win was only $84. But a win's a win.
And yes, I have to question the prudence of me pushing with jacks when we were only one player from making the money. Had I known I would have been called, particularly by someone who had me covered, I don't know that I would have. But it was late in one of Hollywood Poker's Monday night Speed Zone tourneys, where the blinds go up every three minutes. This was about 40 minutes in, so it was quickly getting to the point where everyone had to pick a hand and go with it. Thankfully, I was called by a fellow with an A-3. I wasn't very thankful when the cards turned over, because I was certain he would catch an ace. And he did, along with two more jacks for me, on the flop.
That's the sweet life.
But, I realize not everyone can be as happy as I feel right now. So, the next time you're feeling down or you're having a bad day, consider the fate of this poor fellow. I found this gem on Associated Press this morning:
Stop. Just consider how much insanity is packed into that first sentence. Astounding, isn't it? OK, you can continue now.
Yup ... nothing like 6,000 volts to the balls to put things in perspective.
Seriously, you have to feel sorry for this guy. Here he is, just another pathetic soul in this cold world, in search of love. Admittedly, he went about it the wrong way, and he was about to be justifiably punished for it. So there he is, on his way to the jailhouse for his transgressions, and then he gets an electrical surge to the groin. Some days, you're just better off staying in bed.
Strangely, the name of the Primus album "Frizzle Fry" comes to mind.
It was a rhetorical question, because, simply speaking, there is nothing that feels better than that. Especially if you're struggling to make the money when five get paid and only six are left. And it helps if winning the pot vaults you to chip leader.
That's how my evening went last night. Of course, it was only a $5 tourney with 42 players, so my eventual win was only $84. But a win's a win.
And yes, I have to question the prudence of me pushing with jacks when we were only one player from making the money. Had I known I would have been called, particularly by someone who had me covered, I don't know that I would have. But it was late in one of Hollywood Poker's Monday night Speed Zone tourneys, where the blinds go up every three minutes. This was about 40 minutes in, so it was quickly getting to the point where everyone had to pick a hand and go with it. Thankfully, I was called by a fellow with an A-3. I wasn't very thankful when the cards turned over, because I was certain he would catch an ace. And he did, along with two more jacks for me, on the flop.
That's the sweet life.
But, I realize not everyone can be as happy as I feel right now. So, the next time you're feeling down or you're having a bad day, consider the fate of this poor fellow. I found this gem on Associated Press this morning:
FORT MYERS BEACH, Fla. -- Police accidentally hit a naked man in the genitals with a Taser after he was caught breaking windows and asking women to touch him, authorities said.
Stop. Just consider how much insanity is packed into that first sentence. Astounding, isn't it? OK, you can continue now.
Jeremy J. Miljour, 26, tried to run away when sheriff's deputies approached so one of them shot their Taser, said Cpl. Matt Chitwood. But one of the gun's prongs accidentally hit Miljour's genitals and got stuck, Chitwood said.
"The Taser is relatively accurate, but when someone is moving like that, it doesn't matter if you have a Taser, or a pistol. (Officers) can't aim," Chitwood said.
Miljour was treated at a hospital before being taken to the Lee County jail. He was charged with indecent exposure, resisting an officer and criminal damage.
Yup ... nothing like 6,000 volts to the balls to put things in perspective.
Seriously, you have to feel sorry for this guy. Here he is, just another pathetic soul in this cold world, in search of love. Admittedly, he went about it the wrong way, and he was about to be justifiably punished for it. So there he is, on his way to the jailhouse for his transgressions, and then he gets an electrical surge to the groin. Some days, you're just better off staying in bed.
Strangely, the name of the Primus album "Frizzle Fry" comes to mind.
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