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Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Bad news in Biloxi

Grand Casino Biloxi washed across U.S. 90. Treasure Bay's pirate ship was beached. Beau Rivage still stood, while Hard Rock Casino -- scheduled to open in early September - was half destroyed. Hard Rock's signature guitar, touted as the world's largest, survived the lashing. In Gulfport, the Copa Casino barge sat on land next to the Grand Casino parking garage.

-SunHerald (Biloxi, Miss.) newspaper

The last thing I remember about being in Biloxi was the unusual sensation of feeling the white sand in between my toes. I regretted not playing there in May.

Wow. What a difference a year makes. Exactly a year ago this week, the crew was all shuffling chips at 1-4-8-8 tables in poker rooms in Biloxi and Gulfport, I was as scared as I've ever been a that nasty $5/10 NL table at the Grand and we learned about "Poker Gods" from Gypsy the local.

Even though I felt that the tight, rockish play of the locals in Biloxi tipped my hand toward the fabulous games up the state in Tunica, I always thought I'd return. I definitely wanted to see the new Hard Rock in Biloxi.

But now that may be a while. Our wire service has reported terrific damage in those areas from Hurricane Katrina, water coming up onto the third level of some riverboats there and that the Hard Rock sustained terrific damage. I had hoped to visit there sometime after it opened to play in its new poker room.

I hope for the best for everyone affected in the area and a speedy recovery to the poker rooms there!

Saturday, August 27, 2005

Update- $15/30 debut

I got in! What happened was that superfishy, after he was down to $111, won a hand and had $427 again. I noticed it right before I almost closed out the window. And then he kept winning and winning, climbing up to $800 when I got the table seat. Poor superfishy only lasted 10 hands though after I sat down. But I got lucky on my first hand and was given Axs of clubs. I flopped the nut flush! I won that pot, like $450 or so and then won another pot in a blind with 8x flop 877 vs a guy with 69. Cashed out $450, which put me so near my first $1,000 day! Made $927 today. Not a bad way to spend some time. The profits pushed me over the $6,000 mark for the first time! $10/20, here I come!!! LOL

The Fisherist

Oh, put me in coach/I'm ready to play...
-John Fogarty

So right now I'm watching and waiting out a train wreck. I have a table open at Eurobet, watching this guy play $15/30 and am absolutely drooling. Only problem is, I'm 2nd on the waiting list.
And, by the way, $15/30 is where no cat has gone before. It's truly Poker Girl territory. No way my bankroll says I'm ready for this.
Just like many things, it all happened when I finished Poker Room's $200 bonus and sent all the troops back to the USS Neteller. While that was happening, I tried to polish off a bonus on Interpoker, but the tables were full and tight. So I got out of there in a hurry. I burned off about $600 in wage requirements at Omni Casino before becoming bored.
And then I thought, I'll just look up the Fisherist Watch List. These are the "Buddy Lists" that are on Party Poker and their skins. You can use Poker Tracker and Game Time + or Poker Ace HUD together to find the fishiest of fish and put them in your buddy list so you can find them when you're playing at the same time.
So I found a handful of promising $3/6 and $2/4 fish on my fisherist list on Empire Poker. But then on Eurobet, I found a huge fisherist (the word comes from the way the Buddy List is like a U.S. terrorist watch list -- you troll for offending fish the same way, with computer-assisted help) who normally is at $5/10 but now was playing at $10/20.
So it was on! Unfortunately I only had a token amount of money in my Eurobet account, much less than the 30BB that would make me comfortable to be at a $10/20 table.
When I was there, something funny happened. The fisherist turned into a tight 18/9 player. But there was this other guy -- he literally played $100 of his hands. 28 of 28 before he busted out and lost $318. And he gave a few hundred to me in about 20 minutes. I'll take it.
In the last hand, he called in early and I had the Brunson (102o) in the BB. Flop gave me an open-ended straight, he bet, I called. Turn was an A and two hearts now. We capped it. River was another K, the K of hearts. I was really concerned he might have sucked out! We bet, but he went down with trip kings. A nice pot was mine.
The guy was so bad that the fisherist actually typed to the superfishy guy: "Do you even know how to play?"
He busted out, but now he's playing $15/30. Ugh. And he had $700 and now is down to $115 and is out.
No fair. I guess my chance to debut at $15/30 will have to come another time.

Monday, August 22, 2005

Riding the waves (for free)

This is Radio Clash on pirate satellite/orbiting your living room/cashing in the Bill of Rights/This is Radio Clash on pirate satellite...
-The Clash

Yes! It finally happened!
I'm writing to you ... look ma! No wires!
A puzzle has been solved at long last.
It all started during wine-soaked moments in the living room of my flight attendant neighbor. We'd troll around on her laptop. There were three wireless signals in our building and at least one wasn't encrypted.
Well, I stored that away for a while. Until Mark had his computer problems and I went with him to Best Buy. I bought a wireless adapter-thingy and we came back to hook it up.
Only problem was, there was only one signal. And it was encrypted.
Well, a week went by. I went to Las Vegas. Back home, I kept on turning on my computer, hoping the wireless signals would show up.
But they didn't.
I called Meg. No answer.
Today, I was in the middle of Empire Poker's $100 reload bonus and Meg finally called me back.
Yes, there are three signals.
OK. But where?
So I finally dragged out my computer and placed it around the house.
Kitchen: Only the encrpyted signal.
Living room: No signal.
Flabbergasted, I went back to my bedroom. Only one place. The table on the other side of the room.
I set it up. And voila! Three signals. One was not encrypted.
But that one would fade in and out and I would get disconnected in the middle of hands.
But out of somewhere, there was a fourth signal.
And I rode that one all the way to the end of the bonus, baby!
LOL

Sunday, August 21, 2005

It's Not About the Bike

When a nation is engaging in war, every resource and tool should be used to achieve overwhelming force against the enemy.
-The Powell Doctrine of Overwhelming Force

As you know, you go to war with the army you have, not the army you might want or wish to have.
-Donald Rumsfeld

The day Lance Armstrong won his sixth Tour de France, I paid a visit to the bike store. I was worried that my Giro bike helmet was too old to be safely used.
As it turned out, I bought a helmet -- the same kind that Armstrong and other professional riders wear -- and a shiny new bike.
The bike, a shiny Trek performance hybrid, was from poker money -- a thousand dollars of $5 buy-ins and lucky strikes at NL25 games across the Internet. Every day, it's a great reminder that this poker thing is real. And I'm making money from it.
Today, I tell people, my goal is to earn enough for a car. But deep down, I know I'll never unload my bankroll for something like that.
My downturn in April taught me that above all else, maintaining bankroll is key. It gets you through those downturns and positively affects your ability to wage war against the fish.
Leaks -- a new bike, the rockstar lifestyle of a poker pro, hundred-dollar bills to a cute girl, or even the expenses of life -- are all costly to your bankroll. Your bankroll may not reflect all of your poker profits. But they should be close. Depletion will only keep you from advancing as quickly as you should.
Greg Raymer surprised me in June when I asked about this so-called "rock-'n'-roll" lifestyle of young poker pros. The 2004 World Champion basically said that poker is a tough job and things that draw away from your bankroll make it difficult for your bankroll to recover from and living such a life can be a detriment to your poker career. After years of trying to build bankroll, Raymer was serious.
Mark and I have stressed the importance of growing bankroll to our crew and I think they're coming along. It's no fun to be in a good game yet as the short stack. Always have reserves!
You don't have to bring all your money -- just know how to get to it quickly. Many ATMs have $500 caps on the amount of money you can withdraw from one card each day. So, multiple cards/accounts make for nice troop transports.
But the main thing is that having money set aside only for poker helps insulate your personal life from the bumps that inevitably will come from bad beats.
I'm not sure if other spoils of poker winnings are in the cards for me. But I am sure that I will keep my bankroll as intact as possible.

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

Vegas -- Starting Rotation

If you weren't dealing I would never play this stuff. My favorite hand -- two cards.
-Loose player in the Sham Seat, Mandalay Bay $4/8

If you're playing anything under $60/120, you should be playing every hand. Your chances are about the same.
-Same loose player.

Hi. I'm back in Atlanta now, just wanting to leave a quick post before I get to bed. I ended up about $65, which doesn't sound like much for about 24 hours of play but I had a disastrous nearly 25 BB downswing at the Wynn's $4/8 tables last night. Cards were just cold. A late chance at a monstrous pot was thwarted by a guy who cold called a 3-bet preflop with 67o. Pot ended up being split four ways on the river. Wonderful.
But I made up some ground this morning before I had to go to the airport at Mandalay Bay's nice poker room. I jumped in a brand-new $4/8 table, complete with a loose player in the Sham Seat who was killing time before he jumped in a NL table, a guy with his wife -- the husband was a chip bleeder, rebuying at least 3 times in the two hours I was there. A calling station and this young guy who was the weakest guy I had ever seen play. The loose player was tormenting him. He raised weak-tight on a flush draw and the weak guy folded his hand. I saw it -- he had top pair!!
Anyway, I was happy to get away from it all for a few days. Now back to the online grind. LOL.
This trip, I developed a "starting rotation" of places I would go to to try to maximize my time and to take advantage of as much loose play as possible at $3/6 or $4/8 limit. (Next month, I think I'll try some NL play).
Morning
This is the most difficult time to get a good, fishy game because most people (including the fish) are asleep. But the Wynn has been very decent at being able to provide a $4/8 or NL game this early. I'd go here first.
Early afternoon
After playing a bit at the Wynn, it's now time to take advantage of the Bellagio's loose tables. The hope is you'll find people who are wealthy enough to stay at the Bellagio and are interested in this poker thing while still not really knowing much about the game. Sometimes, though, low limit tables haven't really gotten started. Once I cut out when I saw it was just a bunch of gray hair. Across the street from Bellagio is the Aladdin, which has a medium-sized poker room that is a good place to go looking for fishy play.
The MGM Grand is a good second choice.
Evening
MGM Grand again. It's full of young people -- the casino is the perfect young, trendy place to be. And there are plenty of inexperienced people -- young and older -- wanting to play poker. If you walk over the overhead walkways, you can quickly get to the Excalibur, which has $2-6 spread limit and NL tables that are generally fishy. Get to the poker room before, say, 8 p.m. and you may find the poker room has food available for players.
Bellagio is good, but be prepared to be on a long wait list sometimes. Bring a book.
On weekends, Binion's (formerly the Horseshoe) downtown is a great place to play limit (and no-limit) poker. Sometimes the poker room doesn't really have the traffic for limit in the weekdays.
Early morning (until 5-6 a.m.)
MGM Grand again seems like the best place to be. But I'd also alternate that with trips to Bellagio and the Wynn.
Back to the airport
Sometimes you can waste your entire day before you have to fly out trying to get into a game. Bellagio is sometimes good, but I've also found the Mandalay Bay is pretty good. Mainly $4/8 limt and NL. Plus it's fairly close (just like the MGM Grand is) to the airport.

Sunday, August 14, 2005

Vegas -- Sunday in the Church of Poker

I believe in the Church of Baseball. I've tried all the major religions, and most of the minor ones. I've worshipped Buddha, Allah, Brahma, Vishnu, Siva, trees, mushrooms, and Isadora Duncan. I know things. For instance, there are 108 beads in a Catholic rosary and there are 108 stitches in a baseball. When I heard that, I gave Jesus a chance. But it just didn't work out between us. The Lord laid too much guilt on me. ... I've tried 'em all, I really have, and the only church that truly feeds the soul, day in, day out, is the Church of Baseball.
--Annie Savoy, Bull Durham

It's ok to eat fish/Cause they don't have any feelings
--Nirvana

LAS VEGAS -- "Know the difference between praying in church and praying in poker?" asks Gary the dealer asks Table 33 at the Bellagio.
"When they pray in the poker room, they're really serious," he says with a laugh.
Maybe that explained the lightning I saw off of the highway by the Palms as I zoomed down Interstate 15 to my downtown hotel, the Four Queens. Poker players are in a classic table dilemma with that comment -- we're either way up or way behind with The Man Upstairs. LOL
I didn't get much play in between playing this morning at the Wynn. I went downtown, tried to get a game at Binion's, after I ate lunch in Binion's always excellent Coffee Shop. But they were really just getting some tables started. I got my hotel room squared away at the 'Queens but was told it wouldn't be ready until 4 p.m. So I shuffled my way up the Strip to the Bellagio, where I waited a few but soon got a great table.
Just like my last outing there early this morning, I soon found myself $100 down, after getting punk'd by an old Russian-looking guy to my left who seemed to have no regard for draws and pot odds. He made his baby straight versus my pair of Kings (AK) on the river.
But then, I was in middle position when I limped with JTs, one guy limped, a guy in late raised, a fishy player in early called. I called.
Flop was JKJ, all red. Fishy checks, I check, third guy (who later says he had no idea why people waited for the button before they left for a smoke) checks, raiser bets.
Then it all happened. The stuff that makes you sit up straight in your plush Bellagio pew in the Church of Poker.
Fishy raises. I say raise.
But the dealer makes a mistake. "Make it $16" he says. My 3-bet should have been $12 at $4/8.
I oblige him, thinking there's no way the third guy will cold call $16 just like that.
But he does. And the preflop raiser and fishy guy do also. No one complains they've been made to pay more than they should.
At this point, I realize there's nothing I can do to protect the hand, with a possible flush draw (2 diamonds) out there.
So I just bomb. Third guy and fishy call the turn. Preflop raiser folds in disgust.
It's only fishy on the river. I bet when he checks to me. He calls.
"Trip Jacks?" I say as I flip over my cards. He mucks.
And there you have it. Down and out one moment, a hero the next.
To tell the truth, I think people treat the Church of Poker the same way they treat the regular church. There's nothing that goes through a fish's mind as he's trying to defy pot odds to suckout on you on the river. There's either fish food in that river or there isn't.
They don't realize that the religious God (or the poker Gods?), to steal from the movie Bull Durham gave you a thunderbolt for a betting arm with texts such as SSH or Super/System 2. It's the same God that brought you poker theologians Yoda and Ed Miller.
And to tell the truth, I don't know how religious I feel when I'm at the poker table. The Jedi Arts are an anomaly for me. I feel like I'm more "good with a blaster," better with the confidence I have in my skills than any mysticism. But I do feel a sense of awe, a "purpose-driven life," when I walk into the best poker rooms such as the Bellagio or Wynn and know that I can hold my own, or even that some players may even fear me. If this is part of what I was meant to do, so be it. I can still do some good in the process.

Midnight at Bellagio

There are always loose games here.
-Seat 10 (the Sham's Seat), Table 32, Bellagio

LAS VEGAS -- Surely I've found the cure to the tight online blues.
I'm utg with AA at the Bellagio's $4/8 tables, just after midnight. Craziness is in the air; just two tables over, these young guns are whooping it up at a NL table.
I raise. This guy with 99 makes it 3-bets. This fishy guy from China 4-bets it with ATs.
"Raise," I say, pushing the wager to $20. Three people call.
ATs???
This is exactly what I've been looking for as I've sought a reprieve from the demanding, show no mercy world of online limit poker. Make any kind of mistake and table jackals have been waiting to raise you all day. A world where 11 percent VP$PF is reality.
But not here. The fishy Asian guy cannot hardly wait to get all his money in with ATs. He's all in for two more. I raise, knowing that the ten on the flop could be my undoing, although tens have usually worked in my favor here in one of the best poker rooms in the world. A year ago, I cracked some guy's all-in with AA on the flop with my set of tens.
But my AA holds up against some hands that people would never dream of 5-betting online: 99, 88. ATs.
I was down nearly $100 but I cash out up $84, leaving after the fishy Asian guy and his friend bust out. I don't need Game Time + to tell me that the table percentages just dropped.
Later -- the night was still young -- I drove over to the MGM Grand, hoping for more of the same. At 2 a.m., the good thing is you can find great parking over there! I play at a fishy table that even goes 5-handed at one point. But I never get good cards and leave there down $60 after a little more than an hour.
But I like my start. Three hours and $24 profit. 1 BB an hour! LOL
For a while, I'd worried that coming here, especially on such short notice and right after Tunica, was excessive. But the games already have made it worth coming back to my second city.
The games! The games!

Friday, August 12, 2005

Window of Opportunity

Risk is our business.
-Capt. James T. Kirk, Star Trek

It's a crazy thing to just get up and go, travel 1,740 miles away at just a whim. But this is my life.
"You used to always put on your hat and your shoes, that meant you were ready to go," my mom told me last month of me as a child.
I guess nothing's changed. I always want to be going somewhere. A review of poker trip excess: So far this year -- four trips to Las Vegas, two to Tunica, minor skirmishes in Kansas City, New Orleans and Illinois/Indiana. And I'm still up for the year.
I have a natural 3-day weekend coming up because of my schedule, Sunday-Tuesday, and it pains me to not take advantage of it. It would be crazy to travel to play poker because 1). I just came back from Tunica and 2). I just made arrangements for a Las Vegas trip with Drew Sept. 14-19.
A corruptive thought overcame me today at work: But what if my miles hold up and I can travel to Las Vegas for free?
What if? Well, it wouldn't be on Delta. Because Delta is nearing bankruptcy, I bled off most of my miles to get Mark and I tickets to Memphis for the Tunica trip last week.
But I have miles on several other airlines! For years, I've been hoarding the miles. It used to be I'd save up to have enough for a business or first class ticket to Asia on two airlines at any given time. But now that my main interest is poker playin', it's like the fall of the Soviet Union. That miles cache goes a long way when you're just traveling domestically.
Sure enough, a free ticket was to be had on United. The timing wasn't that great, though, I'd have to leave Sunday morning. The best case scenario would be to leave right after work on Saturday. Plus, United flies those Airbus planes that gave me such an uncomfortable ride last month. I know that airlines have costs to take in consideration, but it seems ironic that Boeing is based in the same city as United. And they've taken a hurting from the European consortium.
Well, what about American? It turns out they have a Saturday flight I can take!
Hotels then were a troubling thing. They must be expensive. I looked at first and found great deals on Sunday-Monday hotels -- $25/a night at 4 Queens, $39 for Binion's. I'd stay at Binion's if they would at least renovate the rooms a little. The rooms at 4 Queens are decent.
Getting a Saturday night on the spur of the moment was a bit harder. I broke down and called Binion's but they were all sold out. I found a room at the Gold Coast for a little more than $100. It's acceptable, considering the plane ticket is free.
I'm excited, if only because this is what I'm good at. The logistics of travel. Arranging separate details together until they all fit together.
I can't wait! Soon I hope to be driving past the neon lights of my second city, shuffling chips at a whim and gathering information for future stories.
Oh. And making a little money in the process.

Saturday, August 06, 2005

News Alert- I'm back!!!

ATLANTA (KURO) -- A spokesman for kurokitty says the long dry spell is finally over. Kurokitty posted more than $2,500 in profits for the year Saturday, the highest profit margin of the year and a career high. It ended a four-month, minus-467 BB drop he encountered starting April 5. Kurokitty officials also erroneously reported the loss amount for the Tunica trip. He lost $19, instead of $6o or $70.

Tunica - It never happens like this

Toothless Guy (after seeing an Asian guy try to sit down in a seat reserved for some lady) to dealer at Horseshoe, Tunica: Must be nice that Orientals don't have to abide by rules in the poker room.
Me (sitting next to him): I LOVE IT!

(A few minutes later) Me to table: My favorite rule at the poker room is the one that says there are no rules for Orientals. ... And the rule that allows check and raise.

(Later, upon seeing a suckout) Toothless Guy: You get that kind of luck only when you die.

We're back in the ATL. The trip was wonderful. We found great characters, like Old Sham (an old guy who had a massive mountain of chips at the Horseshoe's $4/8, just like Sham did. He plays a tight, predictable game like Sham, even sat in Seat 10 -- which I'll forever call the "Sham Seat"). Old Sham is Sham in the future. Mark points out that Old Sham plays a lot looser than Sham does now and I say that Old Sham has learned a thing or two about the game after all those years.
There was also Fat Moneymaker -- a big balloon of a guy who had a passing resemblance to the 2003 WSOP main event champion, even down to the Oakley sunglasses that he wore at the $4/8 table. He had a real squeaky, hard to understand voice and wrapped up his bottles of free Bud Light in a camo bottle insulater.
I'm down a little bit, possibly $60 or $70, and that's just a push with a $5K bankroll. I'm happy especially because starting Friday morning I was down a little more than $200 and was resigned to whatever fate would happen for the trip.
One thing was I really didn't care. It means nothing to be down when you win a grand in two days on casino bonuses. The free flight made it a freeroll.
But something strange happened. I had a nice run on Friday playing $4/8 at the Horseshoe and $3/6 at Gold Strike. It never happens like this -- traditionally on the afternoon that I have to fly out, I'm usually good for bleeding $40 or $50 more in chips.
I ended up at tables where people really didn't know how to play AND AND AND actually got cards. But this I think was the difference from Wednesday and Thursday.
"This is the Gold Strike that I remember," I tell Mark in the afternoon at the 'Strike when I'm sitting in between a guy who's never played poker before ("He watches that TV poker all the time," his wife confides to me as I make a strange nodding/scared movement like Johnny Depp in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory) and an older guy who is just bleeding out all of his chips to me.
A couple hours left before we have to drive to the Memphis airport, Mark and I play $5 blackjack at the 'Shoe. They have live music going, Steve Miller covers, Fleetwood Mac. I build up a decent amount of chips, enough to make me up $45 or so in blackjack for the trip. I am VERY happy about that.
And a little silly. This conversation just a little while later after I cashout and watch Mark and some random guy suffer at the table:

Blackjack dealer: What do you do for a living?
Me: I'm the cooler. The casino can take a beating when the $5 tables get hot. That's what I'm here for.

The best thing about blackjack is it's the perfect thing to do when you're waiting for your poker room seat to open up. I am a little embarrassed still over buying in chips for a poker game with the black $100 chips the blackjack tables color you up with. You trade in those chips and people know you're one of those degenerate gamblers.

Anyway, glad to be back. The four trips -- Tunica/Las Vegas/Chicago/Tunica have made me a little traveled out right now and I'll be happy to stay put for a little while.

Thursday, August 04, 2005

Tunica -- "There's nothing I won't play"

Just as I remembered it.
-text message from Mark as we're playing at a $4/8 table at the Horseshoe

Man, it's so fishy.
-Mark

Tunica. We're back, Mark and I, and are loving it. Using those SkyMiles (Delta is going to be bankrupt soon, right??) really paid off. The flight was 49 minutes and we cruised our way into Memphis.
The trip has been very smooth. Go to airport and pick up free tickets. Cruise into the Crown Room Club for a drink and to watch planes. Be escorted directly to our rental car, the trunk of the rental already open and waiting. No delays.
"Empire would love the seamless modes of transportation," Mark says.
Driving in the rental car, in no time we were seeing the lights of the casinos along the Mississippi. We checked into the Horseshoe (it seemed a lot better of a deal than at the Gold Strike for the poker rate, mainly that your rate is listed as the rate when you sign in). Plus although the poker room uses tracking cards to issue you a comp, they do not have a system running yet that requires you to "clock in" and begin recording your time played. The requirement for the rate, like at the 'Strike, is 5 hours. But it seems to be honor system at the 'Shoe, just like at the Sahara in Las Vegas.
We started off play at a great $4/8 table at the 'Shoe and played there for an hour before it broke up. I think Mark must have busted out a couple people there and he was up $180 or so. I was up about $80. We both went to different tables -- after an hour or so he cashed out $110 and I cashed out $25.
While I was waiting for him I tried my hand at $5 blackjack. It was fun but a little nerve wracking, as doing anything for the first time is. I had to think about the strategy for a couple of hands, even though I have thousands of hands in online. I made $5! Woo hoo!
Later Mark and I went to the 'Strike and played. The shoe was brutal. But after a few of them I finally caught up and was up $15!
We settled down at a $3/6 table and because I had to wait through the button, I went to the restroom. When I came back, Mark had pretty much doubled up, from some great hands. The table was fishy but, just like the time last month when I was playing against a drunk person there, I didn't get anything to fall in my favor. -$125. Oh, well. That's how it goes. There's plenty of time to mount a comeback.
Before I left, one of the slottos outside the poker room (it's weird they've removed all of the slots inside the poker room, which used to have them up against the wall for apparently decorative reasons) started to ring. Then you hear laughter.
It's "The Kid," the buoyant local. He's just won $1,520 on a penny machine.
"Is there anything you won't play?" I ask him. I've seen him try his hand at O8 or better, doubled up through him in NL $1/2 and taken money from him in shorthanded limit $3/6.
"No, there's nothing I won't play," he says, smiling and shaking my hand.

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

poker wallflower

So maybe this prop player thing isn't all that, after all. I signed onto William Hill's poker site last night -- the Crypto site has the same kind of prop deal -- and almost immediately I was whisked away to another 3/6 (GBP) 6-max table.
I deposited more money to be competitive. But again I waited and waited. It irked me a little bit because they have this promotion where you can make up to 5 GBP an hour (25 pounds max for a month) just by playing at the tables. And surely, you get no credit while you're just a wallflower at some table.
So after a while I left that table and jumped in a 2/4 (euro) table. I love all this international money! I saw on sporting bet's poker site you can even play for Turkish lira! (I had to look up the unit of currency just now because I had no idea -- new Turkish lira that is, as the old lira was worth far less -- a million old lira = 1 new one).
ScurvyDog has pointed out how weak the players are and I think this is true. So far, very few people I've played against know about shorthanded play.
I was able to prop for InterPoker and for some reason, once the 6-max table was full, they thanked me for my propping. I received a whopping $2. Woo hoo!
It'll be hard to extricate myself from all this online play. I know that Tunica will be fun, and all, this is just so interesting.

Tuesday, August 02, 2005

Prop Playin'

So I was chasing a $90 monthly bonus at Interpoker when I saw an interesting promotion: regular online players can become temporary prop players.
How awesome! I've toyed with the idea of being an online prop before. It would be cool to be one at a B&M, like Shirley Rosario at the Bike.
The reason, the site says, is to become a site "without robots." They'll pay you a rate starting at about $10 an hour (for two hours) to start up a game.
The offers come randomly while you are playing. The first time was Sunday evening. They offered me a chance to play at a $2/4 table. I said "yes," but lost the chance somehow- I had all of my money at two tables. I sat down at the open seat and then was told I had to get more money and had to exit. Then I was informed I'd lost the chance to be a prop.
Yesterday I was playing at one $2/4 (6-max) table and then was given the chance -- a 3/6 (GBP) game -- like a $6/12 (6-max) game!
So I accepted with what money I had - I think it was like the equivalent of 70 pounds.
And I waited. And waited.
Finally it became 3-way action, with two European players, both of whom brought a more realistic amount of money -- like 200 pounds.
But I was a terror to them. I raised every hand I played. And then I got AA, JJ and KK twice. I was killing them!
Somehow I timed out on a hand -- the site doesn't really give you much warning if you're up and you're paying attention to another screen.
Because I had inadvertently timed out, my brief prop career was over. They promised to credit me with the equivalent of what I had earned as a prop -- $0.69. Yay!
But I cashed out nearly $100 from the Europeans.
In other news, can't wait to go to Tunica tomorrow evening with Mark. Hopefully it'll be as fishy as last time we went, during Fourth of July weekend.