Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Turning Stone Poker

Buddy Chuck and son John were going up to Turning Stone for the Weird Al Yankowich concert, and I decided to visit with him at his place, and then ride along doing more visiting, and play poker while they listened to Weird Al.
John is a huge fan.
I was a bit worried about all this lack of sleeping lately because it meant a 45 drive home from chuck's alone at 1a.m. but I did not need to worry. I was awake for the entire drive, even when I thought I was running out of gas, and in a panic skipped my plan to run the tank to near empty, so I can use my Price Chopper 40 cent a gallon discount.
I paid full price for gas in Troy.
Today buying a few more things at Price Chopper means when this gas is nearly dry I can get 20 gallons at 50 cents off per gallon.
Except for driving to Red Rock Canyon, it has been about a month since I have driven a car. It felt good to be in the van, although something is not right with it.

So the first treat of the day was a slice of Mary's rhubarb pie.  Some of the rhubard is home grown.  The crust is something out of distant Iowa past.  There is no use thinking about being on a diet when Mary's baked goods are around.  Later, at one A.M. I invited myself for a chocolate chip cookie for the road.
Chuck insisted I take two.
 It was a day of eating things I never eat.

An entire thermos of hazlenut coffee consumed on the way meant that I could talk faster than my mouth could move, and Chuck is the only person I know who is willing to listen to so many Vegas stories.  He told his stories of being Dean and renovating his bathroom, and traveling in a world where the characters he meets are just delightful.  He had great family news as well and with all I had gathered from Chicago and Denver, we got caught up on that as well.
The fishing is also part of Chuck's interests.  
It was easy to keep the talk going in both directions.

The poker was just great.  It is fine to come back from those tough games in Vegas to a truly soft game at Turning Stone.  Folks were just giving me their money in the first part of the night, and I built my $60 buy in up to $135 at one point.  Unfortunately, I did not leave at the peak and lost back about half before I quit at $69 profit.  I'd have made money in the latter part of the game as well if I had been able to get cards.  i had good opportunities and did some early pot building and got free cards.  Nothing worked for winning.
I got river lucky early in the night.
My K-8 blind flopped trips and then clearly a woman turned a heart flush.  I river an 8 for the full house and check raised, trapping the other trip kings for $4 and getting the full $8 from the flush player.  Her flush was just a 10 high too.  She still called the check raise.
Sometimes my luck was the other way.  I remember trip 7's that I just could not bet because there were so many hands that could beat me, and yet I won anyway.  The dealer was even amazed.

There were no really good players at the table.  Two guys to my right were regular no limit players.  One older guy just talked all the time about his cards, even during the hand, making it easy to know what he had.  Another young guy talked no limit talk, but he was intimidated by my preflop raising and he played such crap I just could not see him at a not limit table.
All were friendly. We talked about the old movie "Paint Your Wagon" and I remembered the theme song.  Lee Marvin was great in that movie.  I'll have to see it again soon.

It was a friendly crowd.  No great stories.  But it felt good to be in a game where I never was behind.

And Chuck and I chattered all the way home, so i got to hear about Weird Al and his concert takes as well as plenty of other funny things.
Oh....okay.......Chuck chatted; I chattered.  The coffee still was working.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Last Tampa try for this year

I drove up to the Tampa Hard Rock today and played for about seven hours.  Lost in the end forty two dollars.
My first session was the hard one.  I won just two hands in over three hours of play.  The table was perfect.  We even had a guy who would raise on the river with A=K and no pair.  But it did not do me any  good.
My second session was much better.  I had great cards and most of the time they held up.  Then I caught some help on blind hands like K-6 offsuit and I even called one girl with my pocket fives, a girl who bluffed often, and luckily I was right that time.  She had nothing.
I raised once with pocket sixes next to the button, just to push the button off and be last to act.  I thought I'd just see if I could hit a set by the turn.  The table was just so passive.  I flopped the set, and of course I was in total disguise then as everyone put me on a big pair, so they paid me even after the turn and river gave me a full house.
But at about nine most of the weaker players had been replaced with stone faced regulars.  So not only did the pots start to shrink, but the company was so dull and boring I could barely stand it.
That one delightful young bluffing girl was playing for the fun of it.  She had one of those fresh, girl next door faces and an attitude that just beamed good humor.  The rest were so damn serious.  And this was two-four.

So I headed home.

The drive back was more direct and absolutely dreamy.  Sunday night and few were on the roads out of Tampa, but by the time I left 75 no one was on the road.  I could see those reflectors in the middle of the road, winding like long Christmas tree lights into where I was driving next.  There were no lights to weaken their effect, no car lights, no signs, no houses, nothing except the winding double run of reflectors and the dark woods on either side.  How do they get these reflectors to pick up my headlights so well that it appears the road is lit with little lights all along the way?
I don't like driving much in the dark, but I loved this.  I just set the cruise to the speed limit, turned on one of my favorite CD's and eased on down the road.

Of course, the advantage of Vegas is I don't have to drive at all to get to bed.  Also, a forty two dollar loss at poker over seven hours would actually be break-even once the value of the rum and free food was computed.
I tried to use comps I thought I had at Tampa, but all I got was twenty cents off my supper.  And forget a free buffet.  The Sunday Brunch buffet costs thirty dollars and runs ten am until ten pm.  How can you serve food at ten pm and call it brunch?
So I just grabbed some chicken and veggies, but even that was a hassle.  The line was held up when the computer broke and they could only take cash.  The guy behind me had four slices of pizza at about five dollars each and he had no cash.  He had lost a thousand dollars that day and was grabbing some food to lick his wounds.  It was very sad compared to what I might have done in Vegas.
Still, I had a fine time, and that will be it now until next year.
I do love it here in Florida.  Yesterday we were out in the Dade Memorial Park listening to the BlackCreek bluegrass band play some great stuff, just sittin' under a shady tree in summer-like weather and watching the little caterpillars drop down from tree branchesto sway on threads in between the drapped Spanish moss and often onto our laps, their cute little antennae weaving this way and that way as if they were dancing to the sound of the banjo.
And today I was playing poker.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

video poker at Mohegan Sun

The Hall of Lost Tribes has 8/5 bonus poker.
from VPfree


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Thursday, February 3, 2011

Tampa Hard Rock 2

Well, I took my second ride up to play poker.  Again I played no limit and found it easy enough.  I just did not get cards.  I was ahead for a while, but ended down $96.
AK won a good pot when I called a bet on the turn made by a guy with a smaller Ace.  I had a good straight draw and figured the Ace or King would win.  We both checked the river.  Funny thing was the guy's be on the turn forced out a pocket pair of jacks.  That guy was unhappy.
I lost a hand with 3=6 when two 3's flopped.  The other fellow had an Ace kicker.
I won a hand with A-Q when an Ace flopped.  A guy added fifteen to the river because he had a little Ace.

I did not have a pocket pair over 5's all day.  One flush made by a 3-5 of spades.  no straights.  NO full houses.  It was a day of terrible cards.

I had a fine visit with Jacky on the way up and back and then she fed us a nice turkey supper complete with a pecan pie.  Very nice.

Monday, January 31, 2011

Tampa Hard Rock

Played no limit for about five hours yesterday and lost $212.  Elizabeth and I went up on the bus and she had a massage and a swim while I tried a $100 max no limit table.  I liked the low max so I could stay at top buy in all the while.  I did not do well, but I liked the game and my play.  I was pretty disciplined and my loses were for the most part a draining.
I lost one all-in bet when I held two pair, queens and jacks.  My opponent had trip queens and called my all-in turn bet.  I was both betting my two pair and representing a spade flush which I was quite certain he did not have.  I was right.  His trips meant I was drawing dead.
I bluffed and won one hand, putting $20 against a player who showed some weakness when I only had a pair of 6's.  It took him a while to decide, but in the end he put me on a higher pair than he had.
I won one hand with A-K when the Ace flopped.  My opponent considered a long time before he folded what certainly I could have beat.  But I worried he had a set and was going over the top of me.
In general, the betting was reasonable.  There were some very good players and there were some who played more poorly than I did.  I liked the table.
The biggest bluff I saw was when the high chip person bet $130 on his pocket queens.  Both king and Ace were on the board.  He wanted to push the fellow off.  K-10 called him with two pair.  An amazing bet at this table, probably the most I saw.
Bobby's Bus from Springhill seems an easy way to go.  It takes a bit over an hour and the ride is just short enough that it is not too uncomfortable.  The seats are just a bit too narrow for a big fellow like me.  Luckily the bus was half empty and Elizabeth and I both had our own seats.  I go with Jacky on Wednesday so we will see how that works out.  The Wednesday trip gives me one more hour of playing time.  I will like that better.
The Kass plaza where Bobby's bus picks up had an interesting Paesano's Bakery where we had a bit of decadent treat before we left.  I had a poppysees bagel with butter and procuitto that was just delicious.  Elizabeth had a crumb coffee cake the was more crumb than cake.  I even brought some of the cinnamon crumb home with me.
At the casino I just grab a quick slice of free pizza and keep playing poker.  Elizabeth used her $5 to help pay for a poolside margarita.  We both had a fine day and were tired when we got back home.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Foxwoods and Mohegan Sun

I took a pre-holiday solo trip to play some poker and see Johnny Mathis.  It was a great break from all the holiday planning.  I did fine in the 2-4 games, but I could not win at the Foxwoods 4-8, so I ended up down over $300.  Not a good score.
All the rest of the trip was delightful.

I had decided to see if I could not get a last minute deal on a Mathis ticket.  I know most of these tickets are comps given to slot players who don't value them but get them and then sell them or give them away.  When I checked the box office early in the day, a woman approached me who had two tickets and wanted $30 for both of them. One ticket at the box office was $35.

I only needed one and she would not split them, but that gave me the idea of price.  She told me that few of these shows are sold out and there are usually people trying to sell or give tickets away.  So about 6PM I headed toward the box office and on the way I saw six people talking about tickets.  I waited a bit away from them, and then said, "Excuse me, I wondered if anyone had an extra ticket for Johnny Mathis."  
Four of the group just left, but two fellows talked to me.  They had two tickets, but one fellow was not sure he wanted to see the show.
"Were you looking for a free one?" he asked.
"I was looking for a $15 ticket," I offered and that made him decide he did not want to see the show.
I did not pay attention to where the seat was located, but just headed to the theater.  
The place was huge.  I can see why they do not sell out.  It was like a huge sports arena. 
I realized I should have taken a look at where the seats were located. 
I was guided downstairs and then seated seven rows back and right dead center in the middle.  I have never had a seat this perfect for any concert.  Amazing luck.
Johnny looked and sounded great.  At 75 he is younger looking than I am at 64.  His voice was still pretty much the same.  That unique sound was so important to me in my high school years.  I was impressed and very pleased.

I expected the show might be Christmas dominated. Some take the theme so intensely that little other music happens, but this was a relaxed show with Christmas music and all the favorites and some newer songs I had not heard before.  He also sang “Crazy” from his new Country music album, “Let It Be Me.”  
I loved it all.
Behind him was a 30 piece orchestra.  We don’t hear or see this sort of thing often.
The set was soft and gentle.  There was a huge backdrop portrait of an old New England town covered in snow with just the lights of a church showing.  It seemed perfect.
All in all the show was a throwback to shows years ago. Not too much glitz and glitter and the music was not loud and in our faces. It was relaxed. Mathis is a relaxed, almost shy fellow anyway. He just moved a bit to play to different sections and sang the songs. It was about two and a half hours with a fifteen minute break in between for the bathroom and a water fountain. 
I have never seen such a long show. 
It all seemed simply wonderful.



http://www.masslive.com/springfield/republican/index.ssf?/base/news-32/1292921163179900.xml&coll=1


There will be an interesting broadcast this Thursday.
http://johnnymathis.com/news.html
Also on this site I get some of his music playing nonstop and it is fine to write this trip report to it.  Just now he sings with Ray Charles, “Somewhere over the Rainbow.”

Here is a review from Reno that also reviews Gary Mule Deer, whose fine comedy was sandwiched in between Mathis.
http://www.sacbee.com/2010/05/30/2782171/reno-tahoe-this-week-gary-mule.html

Maybe I’m one of the few who has not heard him.  He was really funny and had perfect delivery.  He sounded like Johnny Cash, but only finished one Cash song.  His jokes were aimed a good bit at seniors, a good choice for this audience.  I’m going to search him out and see his Utube clips.


Here is a local interview:
http://www.publicbroadcasting.net/wamc/news.newsmain/article/231/0/1698724/The.Roundtable/Gary.Mule.Deer

Johnny also sang with guitarist Gil Reitgers. This song was included.


I gambled the first two nights at Mohegan Sun and had such a fine time joking with other players.  The first night we all got to hear from one young woman who accepted a marriage proposal at the Mohegan Sun bar that night.  She had lived with the fellow a while, but she did not really expect the proposal and it was fine and fun.  Her best man played with us as well as did a very pretty girl who was his brother’s girlfriend.  She had a dry sense of humor.  She knew nothing about the game.  She would toss in her cards saying “Call” and someone would say, “ You mean fold” and once she said, “Well, they are the same in my world.”  I loved it.

There too was a delightful young black woman and her man who engaged me in a bit of joking and talk, and a cute personable Spanish girl with the coolest black cap. She was out of money by the second night but watching a family member and she was fun to sit with.  
I played right next to a dealer from Foxwoods who liked to raise preflop. I wanted to be to his  
left because of that.
I only really could use the position one time. I had pocket kings and reraised to eliminate the competition. It worked, but my hand ended up so good I should have just called and kept more people in. I caught a king on the flop and the turn and river were both deuces. He knew what I had, but he paid me anyway.
Then there was a young fellow who pretended he did not know anyone. Not Mathis or Lena Horne or anyone. He had me going for a while until I got that he was putting me on. He was very funny.
We also had a good discussion of jazz when he asked some serious questions.


I loved playing and talking with all these characters.
I ended up ahead after two days and about 17 hours of play.  

Then on Monday I went to a serious 4-8 at Foxwoods.  I want to learn a bit more about playing these harder games which are more poker and less luck. If I can get more comfortable, I can play the game at the Venetian.  Most of these folks know one another and play with each other often, so that puts me at a good disadvantage. They also play the game better than I do. 
I started aggressive, lost, and showed I was playing crap. I had had the experience at a 4-8 the night before at Mohegan when as soon as I bet, they folded. It helped me with pocket kings that held up as two people stayed with me to the river and had just a smaller pair. So I go paid, but I was lucky that the kings held up.
However, the rest of the morning was just terrible and I played poorly. 
By the time I reined in my bad play I was down almost $200.

I should probably have quit earlier, but I kept hoping I’d get some of my losses back.  All day I had just one full house and other than that not a hand bigger than a straight and few of those.  The full house was a strange 4-6 that flopped full.  I had some pocket kings and they won but lost with jacks and queens.
The only thing I did not like is there were a couple arrogant players. One old woman was the enforcer and any variation from strict rules, she called. She was annoying. Another fellow was a know-it-all and was downright rude at times. Most of the time these arrogant folks don't play as well as they think they do. I took pots from both of these folks who were surprised at my strength.  
The good players say very little and if they do think they can play better than I can play, they keep that to themselves because they don't want me to leave. One fellow did say he folded because I had a "glow" when I flopped my full house. That was good information. I'll try to work on that. I used to try to pretend that I had bad cards and try to believe it myself. Generally, I had not thought my expressions gave much away. In that hand another fellow called me to the river.
The dealer at Mohegan also gave me a good tip. He said that when there is a lot of talking, that means the guy has a good hand. I had never heard that. He said that was how he suspected I had a good hand with my pocket kings. I was joking about them too much with him. 
We did not have many head to head battles. We more or less stayed away from one another. I liked knowing he would raise just before me so I might throw away good but not great cards, especially things like Ace 8 or Ace 9 which I probably should throw away anyway. Also, I think he was smart to raise preflop on big cards in early position. That way he gets out the cards that might draw small cards and beat him.
I had a funny hand at Foxwoods. I like to raise on the button with suited middle connectors in games where most people play big cards, if everyone is in the pot. It builds a pot, disguises my cards, and often gives me a free turn card to draw to a straight. I should not do it with unsuited, but this one time I did, as everyone was in. At that table that meant that most had large cards, and it might mean that those were used up and not coming on the flop.
This time the flop did not help me at all. After the flop they all checked to me and I checked. My free card was a nine on the turn and one fellow bet just before me. I called and everyone else folded. He had pocket jacks. A nine came on the river. He bet and I raised, was called, and took the pot. Well, that caused some stirring of talk.
"You raised that preflop with 8-9 offsuit?"
"I did"
There was amazement all around.
For many of them that also identified me as a poor player. I certainly do not explain my thinking. Sometimes I just say that I felt lucky. I had not bet at all in a long while, so I liked offsetting my rock status with an unusual bet. But it did not help me because afterwards I never had any cards where I might show the power of betting out or raising and want to be called.


I was pretty careful, but I did have a bit of an on tilt experience. I don't play video poker because the pay schedules are so bad, but I was down a bit my first night of live poker and still not ready to drive back, so I decided just twenty bucks in the Double Bonus. Now in Vegas I play 10/7 DB, but here it was 9/6.
Well, my twenty ended up being $80 in. First I had made the mistake of hitting max bet for the first $20 and that is much higher than just 5 quarters. I had stretched it a bit by hitting the double up for any win on a pair and actually went three times once and won all three. But it dwindled as I played. Finally, I hit four 4's. Only 5 coins in, but it was enough to give me almost $40 profit and I cashed out and breathed easy.
Ironically, the pay table had not affected my play because I never hit a flush or a fullhouse. I sure was happy to see those nice paying quads; however, I wish I had hit them when I was playing max bet by mistake. I did not have the guts to try the double up on those quad 4's. I suppose it was the best bet in the casino, just like free odds on the dice, no vigorish, but I guess by then I was off tilt.



I stayed the weekend at a Ramada in Groton where the inexpensive hotels cluster.  It was a few dollars more than the cheapest Super 8,($123 total for both Sat-Sun taxes and all) but had better reviews and an indoor pool.  I liked it.  It was not very fancy, but fine enough. I could actually park my car and see it out my window. I was on the first floor of two floors available. The service was great.
One of Gary Mule Deer's jokes was:

"If the room is $29.99, you better just skip the complimentary breakfast."

Well, this was one of those breakfasts. On the other hand, a bit of orange juice and some oatmeal is plenty to start my day. I brought two ceramic cups this time, so I could avoid the Styrofoam bowls in the microwave.
Across the street was a Walmarts and the room had a coffee maker, fridge and microwave, so it was easy enough to eat there during relaxed non poker time and watch a bit of television. 
The pool was very shallow and the jacuzzi was very old.  It may have been brought to Groton by the first Connecticut pioneers.  Still I enjoyed swimming around a bit, especially on Monday morning when I had the pool all to myself.


The television lacked my TCM so all the television was commercials.  I can no longer tolerate commercials. I'm spoiled at home with being able to tape and fast forward and with Roku and Netflix. While having my bagels, I flipped between Bing Crosby in Holiday Inn and some other easy to follow story, but sometimes the commercials were on both stations.
I did have wifi, but I forgot to pack my external speakers or that would have entertained me.


I told the fellow at the counter that I was taking immune suppressive drugs and nervous about bedbugs. He said that he had been there three years and no cases had emerged. He was worried about guests to went to the cheap places, did not like them, and then came his way as the cheap spots nearby had had some cases. Of course, that was good marketing, but he also talked about his mother, struggling with cancer and on immune suppressive drugs, and her fear that just getting a cold might kill her. So I don't think he was just marketing. My humira is not at all that serious, but I do worry about the bugs. I checked completely and everything looked great.
Both the fellow and I agreed that it was not so much about cleanliness but just about luck. Still, I wonder if folks who have not treated bedbugs in their homes might also be folks who don't want to pay an extra few bucks to stay in a hotel. Or perhaps the slightly more expensive places get less traffic and so the odds are with them for less infestation. Just a thought.

The ride to Mohegan was about 8 miles and almost a straight run along the river on an uncrowded road. It was an easy drive. The drive to Foxwoods was a bit longer and windy. I liked it in daylight as it was through country with many old stone fences, some horse farms. At 3am I'd rather be coming back from Mohegan Sun as the turns were less complicated.

I drank too much to drive the first night, so I was not comfortable driving back at 2 or 3 am and waited until almost 5. It was a mistake to drink late into the night. But the poker was entertaining even into the early morning.
They gave great alcohol. On Sunday I had Glenlivet and they really brought a double so two was it for the day. After that I had virgin bloody Mary's. I asked for a bunch of olives and the waitress brought me three in my bloody Mary and another cup full of olives, maybe twenty. Well, that was supper. Amazing!
 
For the most part I ate bagels in the room, but I did have a free buffet at Mohegan Sun.  It was really delicious.  I like it better than the Foxwoods buffet, but that may be simply because I am used to that one.
Particularly tasty was a braised lamb and cavetelli pasta and a medley of roasted vegetables.  Other things looked very good, but these were so tasty, I made my meal on them.   I had a few deep fried shrimp that were quite meaty. The deserts were very good as well. There was a good bit of fruit and as well as a normal salad bar, I saw some fancy cold salads. In the spot where they must do the morning omelet was a pasta station where you picked the pasta and the chef put it together with anything you might like. I could not try all these tastes. I'll have to return.

I love the Mohegan Sun casino decor. Foxwoods reminds me of an overgrown shopping mall, but Mohegan is just full of glass and beads and colors and Indian shapes. It is like walking through a piece of modern art. I was sorry not to have the energy to pack a camera and share some of the sites.
This fellow captured some of the visual ideas a couple years ago.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/kingfal/3000850377/in/photostream/

Hit "older" so see some of the idea of the place.

The poker room there is brighter too.  In Foxwoods you do down in the basement.  At least this trip I played where I could see out the window and watch the pines move in the chilly wind.
I expected snow on Sunday, but the storm blow over and I had all clear traveling and an easy drive back home on Sunday.  I waited until after rush hour to leave so as to hit the confusion of Hartford when there were fewer cars.  Even so I exited once too soon.  The GPS brought me back easily, however.  Cost me just one minute in my ETA.  Then halfway home there are few cars on the road at all.  No tolls either.  I picked up a ticket, but was not charged either way.  I am not sure why.  Gas for my van is about $40 to $50 round trip.  Not a good daytrip,  but for three days of gambling, not so bad.  Often I go with friends, but this time I wanted some time to myself and the ability to be flexible around my own comfort.  I slept very well, did not push it so as to be overtired and all in all, except for playing over my ability level, it was a good trip.

Well, I can never remember many of the jokes I hear, but here is one from Gary.

In  the senior citizen home yesterday I heard an old man say to an old woman,
"I bet you can't guess how old I am"
and she says,
"Sure I can, just drop your pants and I can tell."
So he drops he pants and she studies the scene a while and then she says,
"You're ninety -two years old."
"Well, I'm be dad gummed," he says, " how did you you figer that out?"
"Why it wasn't very hard at all," she answered, "you told me how old you were at breakfast this morning."

Joke 2

So it seems Arizona has conducted a resent poll on the illegal immigration issue to see if it was really bothersome

27 percent of those who responded said that they were very concerned and wanted he government to do more about it.

70% percent said,
"No creo que haya ningún problema"









Monday, December 6, 2010

Article signing

Well, it was a bit cheeky of me to turn one published article into a book signing at the local bookstore, but it was a lot of fun just the same.  I asked my friends to come just so I would not look too pathetic and they did so it was a bit of a party.  I did well with what was ordered and sold three of the John Blowers signed leftovers as well.

Here is how it looked:
(clicking on photos will make them larger)





With granson Casey and his mom Jen
l to r:  Jerry, Gail, Kathy, Charlie, me
Meliss and her daughter


Casey brought along his favorite toys

Don and