Back to the… Office?

Back to the… Office?

I passed a Delorean on my way to work this morning. I think I’ve only seen one other Delorean on the street, and that was eight or nine years ago. I was just humming the Back to the Future theme song and thinking, “Hey! A Delorean! That’s pretty freakin’ cool!” when I saw the Delorean’s driver and did a double-take. She was in her early forties, shoulder-length blond hair, probably a mother of two. I started to doubt myself–maybe it wasn’t a Delorean, but just some car that reminded me of a Delorean–so I slowed down to have another look. It was a Delorean all right, a Delorean being driven as a daily beater by a soccer mom. What is this world coming to?

Just busted out of $215 super sat to WSOP ME

Just busted out of $215 super sat to WSOP ME

Yesterday, I played a Party Poker $5 re-buy satellite to a $215 super sat to the WSOP Main Event. I just busted out of the $215 super satellite. 439 people were entered, top eight spots got a seat to the Main Event. By the first break, I had turned my 3K starting stack into over 11K through very solid play. I was mixing it up and getting my opponents to put their whole stacks at risk when they were often drawing dead or nearly dead. After the first break, I went totally card dead and didn’t win a pot for over 25 minutes. My 11K dwindled to about 4.5K and the blinds were 200/400, so I was in trouble. I caught some cards and made some good pre-flop moves to re-build my stack to over 11K. The blinds and antes went up to 300/600, so I was getting short stacked again when this hand came up.

READS: Really, the two significant reads are on the CO and BB. CO had been constantly open-raising for 5-8x the BB. BB had been regularly calling his (and everyone else’s) raises. CO and BB had been involved in many, many pots and had essentially been moving chips back and forth acrosss the table. The reason my stack dwindled to 4500 earlier was that I simply never had a chance to enter a pot. I didn’t catch any cards, CO opened almost every unopened pot and, if I was lucky enough to have it folded around to me, then BB would usually call my raise. This forced me to tighten up quite a bit.

That being said, the table would often walk to the BB on his blind (either because they didn’t want to play a maniac or because they simply didn’t have cards). Every time it had been folded to me, I had completed the SB or folded and he had yet to raise from the BB. Unfortunately, I hadn’t won any of these confrontations because he wouldn’t fold post-flop and I never connected. Lately, though, BB had been tightening up a bit (either because he was card dead–and it’s hard to imagine which cards he would deem unplayable–or because he had accumulated enough chips and he was ready to buckle down and play poker). I decided that if the table walked to us in the blinds again, I would raise his BB to 3x BB with any two cards. I needed chips and breaking even in the blinds for an orbit would buy me some time.

As for my post-flop read on BB, I noticed that he would bet small or call when he had nothing or a draw (depending on whether he was out of position or not). He would bet big or raise when he had connected with the flop. He would often call the flop and always bet the turn if checked to. I don’t think I had seen him check behind on the turn yet. He had folded once on the flop to a standard continuation bet I made after he called my pre-flop raise in middle position. This was a few orbits ago and, as I said, he seemed to be playing a little tighter since then.

Party Poker No-Limit Hold’em Tourney, Big Blind is t600 (9 handed) Hand History Converter Tool from FlopTurnRiver.com (Format: HTML)

saw flop|saw showdown

BB (villain) (t13802)
UTG (t10614)
UTG+1 (t6872)
MP1 (t7393)
MP2 (t360)
MP3 (t240)
CO (t17261)
Button (t5670)
SB (Hero) (t10359)

Preflop: Hero is SB with Jd, 7h.
7 folds, SB (Hero) raises to t1800, BB (villain) calls t1200.

Flop: (t3600) Ts, 2d, 5c (2 players)
SB (Hero) bets t2000, villain calls t2000.

Turn: (t7600) 7s (2 players)
SB (Hero) checks, villain bets t2838, SB (Hero) raises to 6559 and is all-in , villain calls t3721.

River: (t14159) Kc (2 players)

Final Pot: t14159

Results:

villain has Ah 7c (one pair, sevens).
Hero has Jd 7h (one pair, sevens).
Outcome: villain wins t14159.

Although I busted from the tournament, I’m very pleased with how I played this hand. I think my pair of sevens is good here about 75% of the time or more. I made a good read and just got unlucky that 1) He connected with the board at the same time I did and 2) he called an all-in check-raise with second pair after I’d raised (for the first time) from the SB pre-flop, led the flop for just over 1/2 pot and then check-raised all-in on the turn.

Here are my thoughts, street by street:

Pre-flop: I covered this pretty well above. I decided to raise with any two if the table walked to our blinds. His call told me very little except maybe that he didn’t have 72o. I had been hoping that he was tightening up and I wanted to see what he’d do if I raised his BB.

Flop: I consider this a very good flop considering 1) His calling range pre-flop was very, very wide and 2) this is a very dry board. I’m hoping he called with a weak Ace, two broadway, maybe some medium suited connectors or one-gappers pre-flop and it’s very likely this flop totally missed his hand. I typically make a continuation bet of about 1/2 pot here, so I bet 2000. When I made the bet, I was obviously hoping he’d fold. I decided that if he raised I was done with the hand and if he called and I didn’t improve on the turn, I was done with the hand. Sure enough, he called.

I decided that he did not have a Ten since he was pretty aggro and would’ve likely min-raised with top pair here. Since there’s no obvious draw on board, I figure he either has a 2, 5, 34 (very unlikely) or air. I also allowed for the tiny possibililty that he had 22 or 55 and was slowplaying a set.

Turn: Viola! I made second pair on a dry board and I’m convinced second pair is good here. If he had 88+, he would’ve raised me by now. If he had a Ten, he would’ve raised the flop. If he had a 5 or 2, I’m ahead. If he called the flop with 34 (or any other “draw”), he just missed. If he had some kind of suited connectors (56, 67, 78, 89), I’m way ahead. If he has a set of twos or fives, well, then he has a set of twos or fives. If he had absolutely nothing, he likely still has absolutely nothing. I know that he’ll always bet the turn if I check to him and I know a small bet typically means he’s weak. My plan is to check-raise him all-in Unless he makes a pot-size bet, in which case I’ll have to re-evaluate.

I check, he makes a weak bet of about 1/3 pot, which is my cue to move in. My stack is a little more than 1/2 the pot and I want to get the money in now in case he has two overs or some kind of draw to two-pair or a straight. This is a value-bet and I don’t really care if he folds or calls.

Of course he insta-calls and turns over A7o and I’m drawing to three outs. That’s poker.

For grins, I gave my opponent a reasonable range of hands (for him) on the turn to see what my equity against his range of hands was. Basically, I gave him any Ace, all connectors, any two broadway and small pairs 22-66. I think I was pretty generous with this range since it includes several unlikely hands that have me crushed (AT, KT, QT, JT, T9). According to PokerStove, I had 70% equity against this range of hands:

Text results appended to pokerstove.txt

142,956 games 0.090 secs 1,588,400 games/sec

Board: Ts 2c 5c 7s
Dead:

equity (%) win (%) tie (%)
Hand 1: 29.4713 % 29.47% 00.00% { 66-22, A2s+, KTs+, QTs+, JTs, T9s, 98s, 87s, 76s, 65s, 54s, 43s, 32s, A2o+, KTo+, QTo+, JTo, T9o, 98o, 87o, 76o, 65o, 54o, 43o, 32o }
Hand 2: 70.5287 % 70.53% 00.00% { J7o }

I don’t know if any poker players read this thing, but if you do and you have any thoughts on this hand, let’s hear ’em!

EDIT: The guy that busted me ended up winning one of the seats to the $10K WSOP ME. I watched a bit of the final table and I literally couldn’t believe what I saw. This was one of several “interesting” hands that I saw in the 10 minutes I observed the final table:

They were down to 9 players and 8 players win a $10K seat to the WSOP ME. There is no other prize. The only goal is to finish in the top eight. On the last hand, the short-stack called all-in UTG for about 1/4 the BB. A few players folded, two players called, another player folded, another player called, the SB completed and the BB checked. The flop came down Q92 with two clubs. Everyone checked. The turn was a Ten of spades. Everyone checked. The river was a blank. A couple players checked, a player min-bet, a player folded, two more players called. The min-bettor turned up JJ, one of the callers showed KK and won both the side- and main-pots.

Unbelievable! These people just won a $10,000 seat into the Main Event at the World Series of Poker. I’m not sure I really understood the term “dead money” until now.

Thoughts from Florida

Thoughts from Florida

NOTE: I wrote most of this late one night as I sat awake at Dad’s house, just sitting and thinking. I don’t really remember what I wrote…

I’ve been in Florida for about 48 hours and I’ve only sneezed three times. I’m not sure what’s going on, but I should be completely overwhelmed by my allergies by now. A few minutes ago, I thought, “Hey! I’m breathing through my nose!” I am very sophisticated.

So far, I’ve seen almost everyone in my family, my friends’ nine-week-old baby and three people I hadn’t seen in several years. I hadn’t seen one guy since the late 90s. Technically, it’s now the late 2000s.

I have a job interview some time this week, but I don’t know when. The deal is that I’ll call some guy on Monday morning, then the guy will talk to me for a bit and maybe decide he wants to do a face-to-face interview some time this week. That’s super except I’m planning on going to Orlando this week, so I’ll need to change my plans. Of course, it’d be a lot easier to change my plans if I knew how I’d be changing my plans.

Lucky for me, I decided to rent a car, so I can make last-minute changes to my schedule. Unlucky for everyone else on the road, I got a Chevy Impala. Compared to the car I own, the Impala drives much like I imagine a tugboat drives. The blind spot might as well just be a posterboard that says “Watch out!” and I often imagine I’m trying to hug an oak tree when I grab the steering wheel. I think a lot of my impressions of the car are heavily influenced by the noxious smell that National included. I get the distinct impression that the dude who cleaned my car just opened the door, splashed a bottle of Clorox around and then sealed everything up.

My youngest brother is almost 10 months old. He’s always happy. I actually met him about seven months ago, just after he was born. Then, he just looked like every other baby I’d ever seen. But when I saw him yesterday, the first thing I thought was, “Holy cow… he looks just like I did at his age.” It’s almost creepy how similar we look. For his sake, I hope the trend doesn’t continue.

I’m being forced to consider the possibility that I could be offered a job here in Jacksonville. Since I left for college, I have consistently been opposed to living in Jacksonville, but I’ve never really been sure why. I think the main reason is that I was getting really bored with the city before I graduated high school. Maybe I think I’ll be bored if I move back here. That may be true, but I ain’t exactly livin’ la vida loca in Dallas either.

As I’ve grown up, I’ve been through phases defined by the stages of others’ lives. For instance, I remember when I entered the stage where everyone I knew started getting married. One after another, it seemed like everyone else was tying the knot. Then the babies started coming. A lot of the couples I know are on their second child. Now, some of the earliest to get married are beginning to consider divorce. What’s sad is that many of those couples were previously the couples having babies.

I don’t understand why people don’t take a little more time when deciding to get married. What they don’t realize is that divorce is rough on parents, but it’s their children who are really affected. They get married for a few years, have a kid, get divorced and they’ve moved on within a few years. But the kids won’t be moving on in a few years; it could be 10 or 20 years before the kids can move on.

A lot of people think I’m a pretty funny guy, and a lot of people think I’m an idiot who says stupid things. I know who’s who, and it doesn’t usually take me long to figure out what people think is funny. I met a couple friends for breakfast yesterday and I realized that, although I hadn’t seen either of them in a few years, I still knew exactly what kinda’ stuff would make them laugh. There’s no such thing as something that is empirically funny. Funny is nothing but a perception, and funny people can identify what other people perceive as funny, then use those things to make people laugh. If you don’t think I’m funny, you might consider that I simply don’t want to make you laugh.

My little sister talked me into playing Candy Land with her today. I think she may have hustled me. She kept saying stuff like, “Oh wow! You might win this game!” and “If you just land on that bridge, you’ll be in the lead!” But she just kept beating the crap out of me. We played like three games and I never had a chance in any of them. On its face, Candy Land appears to be totally based on luck, but I think she might have figured out a way to get an edge. After she killed me in Candy Land, we switched to “Gold Fish”, which I later realized was her own version of Go Fish. We each started with only four cards and I later found out that we were playing with a 47-card deck. Neither of us ever won, but after we finished each game, she’d say, “I don’t know why they didn’t put very many Aces in there… do you wanna’ play again?” I think she was playing some kind of mind game with me.

My big-little brother is a black belt in Karate. He was telling me how there’s one student in his class that consistently beats up on all the other kids. He told me this kid once beat every student in sparring, one at a time, in a class of 25 students who ranged from rank beginners to experienced black belts. When I went to observe his class today, he pointed her out to me: she was the 95-pound, thirteen-year-old, second-degree black belt instructing his class. I imagine she’s going to have a hard time finding dudes to date since she probably considers most boys to be pansies or sissies.

My cell phone doesn’t work in my Dad’s house, so I have to go drive around the neighborhood looking for a signal. Earlier this evening, I took a drive to check my messages and I had a couple voicemails and text messages. I realized I wouldn’t be able to return any of my messages if I went back to the house, so I decided to keep driving around while I got in touch with everyone. My plan was working out pretty well until I realized how dangerous it was to be driving around at night, in a rental car, in an unfamiliar part of town while thumbing out text messages on my phone. Did I stop? No. I just kept driving and texting while occasionally saying, “This is stupid.”

Same company, new job, new building

Same company, new job, new building

A couple weeks ago, I interviewed for a new internal job with my company. I got the job, but it’ll require me to commute with traffic both to and from work. I became increasingly concerned about this since every time I mentioned that I was moving to this new building, the conversation was always similar:

“Yeah, I’m moving down to the Dallas building.”
“Oh really? Where are you coming from?”
“North Plano.”
“Oh. Ah. EEEEEeeeewwwwwwww… That’s rough man [you should just kill yourself and be done with it].”

It was like I’d just punched the other person in the face, their portentous*, vicarious pain was off the charts. Yesterday I left at 4:30, which is about when rush hour starts getting nasty, and I was home in about 20 minutes. Today, I left my apartment at 7:45 and I was at work by 8:00. I’m pretty sure that’s a shorter drive than I was making to the old building, against traffic. I’m not getting too excited yet because this is a short workweek in the middle of vacation season, so traffic could just be unusually light.

One big perk to my new assignment is that I have a “one-man cube”. At my old building, one-man cubes were difficult tough to come by. The unwritten rule is that you have to be an E03 (read: “E-three”) or higher to get a one-man. E01 (new hire) and E02 (that’s me!) employees share a two-man cube. Obviously, the major driver for this “rule” is a lack of space in my old building. If they had the space, I’m sure everyone would at least have a one-man cube and maybe even a prestigious “high wall” appropriation, but because space is short, they’ve created these rules where the new people get to have cube-mates. The other day, I joked that they were going to have to start assigning co-ops and interns to bathroom stalls if the space problem isn’t dealt with. Anyway, there’s plenty of space in my new building, so I have a very spacious one-man cube.

* I wanted to use “portenful”, but dictionary.com says that ain’t a word, which is odd because I’m pretty sure Romeo screams out “I am portentful!” in Romeo & Juliet and “Shakespeare” repeats the word several times in Shakespeare in Love. Actually, I just checked Drew’s Script-O-Rama and neither movie script has the word “portentful” in it. Am I just imagining that I heard that word? I can totally see Joseph Fiennes saying it! I was kind of hoping it was one of those words that Shakespeare just made up, but that maybe it hadn’t survived to modern English. If that were true, maybe I would’ve looked smart or something. Now? Now, I just look like a doofus who’s written more about how he can’t remember stuff than about the topic of his post. Of course, that’s not even entirely true since I’ve clearly written more in the body of this post than in this asterisk (Is this an asterisk, footnote, aside? I have no idea). What’s my problem?