Vegas & The Aftermath - Diary

[MANTIS01]

Posted by: tikay

It amuses me when the smart-arses say you have to be a Champion to teach someone certain aspects of poker, & I get my share of smart-arses telling me "those who can play, play, those who can't, teach".

I watched my 4 year old nephew discover a ladybird in the garden one day. He was completely captivated by it...and for the next 30 minutes or so he was in wonderland. So immersed in this experience was he, nothing else mattered. He threw himself totally into his experience of discovery and something so simple made him so blissfully happy.

How many adults in today's world do this? People tend to rush and bluster through their days complaining at every turn. We get caught up in so much triviality that we miss a lot....and this means that our lives remain emptier than they could be. We certainly miss ladybirds....and that's probably because we're moaning about our A-K loosing again or petrol prices going up.

"What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare"
                                    WH Davies

Anyways, what I mean is that someone with 35 years life experience can learn something from someone with 4. So those poker players with experience who think a novice has nothing to teach them are nowhere near as good as they think they are. Everyone has their own individual take on a situation, whether they have just started playing or not, and being interested in that makes you a much better player I think. It's not smart to pre-judge who's capable of teaching you something....I think you miss a lot that way.

[taximan007]

Posted by: tikay

It amuses me when the smart-arses say you have to be a Champion to teach someone certain aspects of poker, & I get my share of smart-arses telling me "those who can play, play, those who can't, teach".

I watched my 4 year old nephew discover a ladybird in the garden one day. He was completely captivated by it...and for the next 30 minutes or so he was in wonderland. So immersed in this experience was he, nothing else mattered. He threw himself totally into his experience of discovery and something so simple made him so blissfully happy.

How many adults in today's world do this? People tend to rush and bluster through their days complaining at every turn. We get caught up in so much triviality that we miss a lot....and this means that our lives remain emptier than they could be. We certainly miss ladybirds....and that's probably because we're moaning about our A-K loosing again or petrol prices going up.

"What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare"
                                    WH Davies

Anyways, what I mean is that someone with 35 years life experience can learn something from someone with 4. So those poker players with experience who think a novice has nothing to teach them are nowhere near as good as they think they are. Everyone has their own individual take on a situation, whether they have just started playing or not, and being interested in that makes you a much better player I think. It's not smart to pre-judge who's capable of teaching you something....I think you miss a lot that way.

 

I have found in life in general, it is not clever to belittle people, whatever the situation. But I guess "some people" are always correct!!!!!

[bobby1]

When we are in the presence of sporting or professional greatness - true greatness - we tend to take it for granted, until, that is, they have gone, & then we wish we'd been more appreciative of a great talent. Think Lester Piggott, for example, & when he returned to the Saddle, he was but a shadow of the real Lester, or George Best, Bobby Moore, Johnny Giles, & so on.

Last Saturday was the 90th Birthday of one of THE great heroes of my life - Sir Peter O'Sullevan. Now, he WAS a Legend. He still lives with his wife of over 60 years in Chelsea, & his mind remains sharp & alert.

Sir Peter commentated on over 50 - FIFTY - Grand Nationals, & rarely made a mistake. Back in the day, horse racing was mainly shown on Telly on Saturday's, & PO'S stayed at home every Friday night memorising the colours of the jockeys. In those days, there was no internet, & no colour printing, so he coloured in the Black & White pictures of jockeys silks in the Racecards by hand, laboriously. He knew all the owners, trainers & jockeys, but still had to memorise the draw, weights, recent form, last win, over what distances, where, C & D winners, so much.

Poker Analysts & Commentators get it in the eye when they call a hand wrong, but imagine Sir Pete's task in a 38 runner Royal Hunt Cup, or a 35 runner Kings Stand Stakes - remember, a 5 furlong dash takes but 60 seconds on a fast track. And the horses often split into 2 or even 3 groups, & it's tough to tell what group is leading sometimes, when they are 30 yards apart, & 4 furlongs away. The man is a true Legend.

Many think his best ever commentary was when his own horse - Attivo - won the Triumph Hurdle at Cheltenham in the 70's, but he finished the role of honour as the horses eased down exactly as normal -  "and the winner, returned at 4/5, & carrying 11 stone, was Attivo, trained by Cyril Mitchell, ridden by Robert Hughes, & owned by Peter O'Sullevan". In fact, it gets better, because he actually - technically - bred Attivo, having - see reference to Red's Diary here - purchased Attivo "in the belly". 

"He was as narrow as a plank with his feet turned out like Charlie Chaplin and the trainer said: 'You'll be lucky enough to run this one at White City.'" said the great man recently".

What a thrill that must have been for him, yet he commentated exactly as he always did, & never betrayed his special interest. It was reported in the DT recently......

"Even the most sturdy of characters might have lapsed into a shriek of "Go on, my son!" at that point but Sir Peter looks positively horrified by the thought. "No, no, there's absolutely no excuse for partiality because money's involved in horse racing".

Sir Peter owned 15 racehorses for 16 years, & never had so much as a placing in the first three - in fact, that's not unusual in racehorse ownership.

And then along came a very special animal, in "Be Friendly", who aside from winning the Vernon's Spring Cup at Haydock in successive years, took down the Kings Stand Stakes (Royal Ascot) & Prix de'l Abbaye (Lonchhamp) in '66. But that''s another story.......

Happy 90th Sir Peter. And beware, I'm catching you up.

 

Talking of true sporting legends and Obits Tony it was a very sad day for Sheffield today as Derek Dooley died at the age of 78. What a life this guy had, he scored 61 goals in 60 odd games for Sheff Weds before getting badly injured in a game and had his leg amputated. He went on to manage Wednesday and was shamefully given the sack on Christmas Eve.

He took a job at Sheff Utd and has acted as commercial manager thru to stand in chairman over the years and was also given a freedom of the City honour for his dedication to sport and sports development in the City.

Not only a great sportsman but a thoroughly good man, did you ever see him play?

[tikay]

When we are in the presence of sporting or professional greatness - true greatness - we tend to take it for granted, until, that is, they have gone, & then we wish we'd been more appreciative of a great talent. Think Lester Piggott, for example, & when he returned to the Saddle, he was but a shadow of the real Lester, or George Best, Bobby Moore, Johnny Giles, & so on.

Last Saturday was the 90th Birthday of one of THE great heroes of my life - Sir Peter O'Sullevan. Now, he WAS a Legend. He still lives with his wife of over 60 years in Chelsea, & his mind remains sharp & alert.

Sir Peter commentated on over 50 - FIFTY - Grand Nationals, & rarely made a mistake. Back in the day, horse racing was mainly shown on Telly on Saturday's, & PO'S stayed at home every Friday night memorising the colours of the jockeys. In those days, there was no internet, & no colour printing, so he coloured in the Black & White pictures of jockeys silks in the Racecards by hand, laboriously. He knew all the owners, trainers & jockeys, but still had to memorise the draw, weights, recent form, last win, over what distances, where, C & D winners, so much.

Poker Analysts & Commentators get it in the eye when they call a hand wrong, but imagine Sir Pete's task in a 38 runner Royal Hunt Cup, or a 35 runner Kings Stand Stakes - remember, a 5 furlong dash takes but 60 seconds on a fast track. And the horses often split into 2 or even 3 groups, & it's tough to tell what group is leading sometimes, when they are 30 yards apart, & 4 furlongs away. The man is a true Legend.

Many think his best ever commentary was when his own horse - Attivo - won the Triumph Hurdle at Cheltenham in the 70's, but he finished the role of honour as the horses eased down exactly as normal -  "and the winner, returned at 4/5, & carrying 11 stone, was Attivo, trained by Cyril Mitchell, ridden by Robert Hughes, & owned by Peter O'Sullevan". In fact, it gets better, because he actually - technically - bred Attivo, having - see reference to Red's Diary here - purchased Attivo "in the belly". 

"He was as narrow as a plank with his feet turned out like Charlie Chaplin and the trainer said: 'You'll be lucky enough to run this one at White City.'" said the great man recently".

What a thrill that must have been for him, yet he commentated exactly as he always did, & never betrayed his special interest. It was reported in the DT recently......

"Even the most sturdy of characters might have lapsed into a shriek of "Go on, my son!" at that point but Sir Peter looks positively horrified by the thought. "No, no, there's absolutely no excuse for partiality because money's involved in horse racing".

Sir Peter owned 15 racehorses for 16 years, & never had so much as a placing in the first three - in fact, that's not unusual in racehorse ownership.

And then along came a very special animal, in "Be Friendly", who aside from winning the Vernon's Spring Cup at Haydock in successive years, took down the Kings Stand Stakes (Royal Ascot) & Prix de'l Abbaye (Lonchhamp) in '66. But that''s another story.......

Happy 90th Sir Peter. And beware, I'm catching you up.

 

Talking of true sporting legends and Obits Tony it was a very sad day for Sheffield today as Derek Dooley died at the age of 78. What a life this guy had, he scored 61 goals in 60 odd games for Sheff Weds before getting badly injured in a game and had his leg amputated. He went on to manage Wednesday and was shamefully given the sack on Christmas Eve.

He took a job at Sheff Utd and has acted as commercial manager thru to stand in chairman over the years and was also given a freedom of the City honour for his dedication to sport and sports development in the City.

Not only a great sportsman but a thoroughly good man, did you ever see him play?

Hi Phil,

That's very sad news.

No I never saw Derek play (he retired in '53 I think....) but I was big into Football during the early Seventies, when he managed Wednesday  think.

Proper man, him.

[bobby1]

When we are in the presence of sporting or professional greatness - true greatness - we tend to take it for granted, until, that is, they have gone, & then we wish we'd been more appreciative of a great talent. Think Lester Piggott, for example, & when he returned to the Saddle, he was but a shadow of the real Lester, or George Best, Bobby Moore, Johnny Giles, & so on.

Last Saturday was the 90th Birthday of one of THE great heroes of my life - Sir Peter O'Sullevan. Now, he WAS a Legend. He still lives with his wife of over 60 years in Chelsea, & his mind remains sharp & alert.

Sir Peter commentated on over 50 - FIFTY - Grand Nationals, & rarely made a mistake. Back in the day, horse racing was mainly shown on Telly on Saturday's, & PO'S stayed at home every Friday night memorising the colours of the jockeys. In those days, there was no internet, & no colour printing, so he coloured in the Black & White pictures of jockeys silks in the Racecards by hand, laboriously. He knew all the owners, trainers & jockeys, but still had to memorise the draw, weights, recent form, last win, over what distances, where, C & D winners, so much.

Poker Analysts & Commentators get it in the eye when they call a hand wrong, but imagine Sir Pete's task in a 38 runner Royal Hunt Cup, or a 35 runner Kings Stand Stakes - remember, a 5 furlong dash takes but 60 seconds on a fast track. And the horses often split into 2 or even 3 groups, & it's tough to tell what group is leading sometimes, when they are 30 yards apart, & 4 furlongs away. The man is a true Legend.

Many think his best ever commentary was when his own horse - Attivo - won the Triumph Hurdle at Cheltenham in the 70's, but he finished the role of honour as the horses eased down exactly as normal -  "and the winner, returned at 4/5, & carrying 11 stone, was Attivo, trained by Cyril Mitchell, ridden by Robert Hughes, & owned by Peter O'Sullevan". In fact, it gets better, because he actually - technically - bred Attivo, having - see reference to Red's Diary here - purchased Attivo "in the belly". 

"He was as narrow as a plank with his feet turned out like Charlie Chaplin and the trainer said: 'You'll be lucky enough to run this one at White City.'" said the great man recently".

What a thrill that must have been for him, yet he commentated exactly as he always did, & never betrayed his special interest. It was reported in the DT recently......

"Even the most sturdy of characters might have lapsed into a shriek of "Go on, my son!" at that point but Sir Peter looks positively horrified by the thought. "No, no, there's absolutely no excuse for partiality because money's involved in horse racing".

Sir Peter owned 15 racehorses for 16 years, & never had so much as a placing in the first three - in fact, that's not unusual in racehorse ownership.

And then along came a very special animal, in "Be Friendly", who aside from winning the Vernon's Spring Cup at Haydock in successive years, took down the Kings Stand Stakes (Royal Ascot) & Prix de'l Abbaye (Lonchhamp) in '66. But that''s another story.......

Happy 90th Sir Peter. And beware, I'm catching you up.

 

Talking of true sporting legends and Obits Tony it was a very sad day for Sheffield today as Derek Dooley died at the age of 78. What a life this guy had, he scored 61 goals in 60 odd games for Sheff Weds before getting badly injured in a game and had his leg amputated. He went on to manage Wednesday and was shamefully given the sack on Christmas Eve.

He took a job at Sheff Utd and has acted as commercial manager thru to stand in chairman over the years and was also given a freedom of the City honour for his dedication to sport and sports development in the City.

Not only a great sportsman but a thoroughly good man, did you ever see him play?

Hi Phil,

That's very sad news.

No I never saw Derek play (he retired in '53 I think....) but I was big into Football during the early Seventies, when he managed Wednesday  think.

Proper man, him.

Yes real man indeed. He was asked about ten years ago what his most memorable sporting moment was and he replied calmly and without scorn 'Having my leg amputated at the height of my career'.

He also said the Dave Bassett era at Sheff Utd was the most fun he had in 25 years, every morning the London lads that Bassett had brought to the club would brighten up his day by calling him Del, making him a cuppa and coming into his office to talk about what they had been up to, he was the chairman at the time. Can you imagine say' Frank Lampard making Abramovich a cuppa and taking up to him  and addressing him as Abramo or the like.

[Rookie (Rodney)]

Pass on best wishes to Norman for us please Tikay, speedy recovery lets hope... cheers..

I'm round at Maria's place. She just claimed there had been an earthquake. A lifetime ambition achieved.

Pmsl! Just make sure she's winning loads online. You could take some pointers too...

She's been fixing my Lappie, & doing her brains Online. Me take some pointers? From a girlie? You jest.

I passed your message onto Norman Pace. He really is most unwell.

Enjoy Florida, both of you. I had two pals who went there for a holiday, one got attacked by a lizard, the other by a mosquito. Both died. Slowly & painfully. Shocking thing to watch the geezer die, his hair fell out & his willie shrivelled up. Shocking things those lizards.

PMFSL! I'll be careful

Btw, if that was to happen to me, how bad would you be feeling? lol

Just had a close encounter.. Where we are staying is Ling's parents retirement home in Florida, they don't live here, yet. It's on a little secluded road, with everyone who lives here being retired... about 30 homes i would imagine around the road. They have a communial pool, at the start of the road, which nobody uses, me and ling have been a couple times now, and we were the only ones there.

A nice day today so we decide to go down for a swim and relax. We go down there, as usual, we are the only ones there.. We go in the pool straight away, leaving our stuff by the 'lilo's', and we are paddling around, messing about and then we look over to our stuff to see a big fat lizard having a nose about! Being the quick thinking person i am, i decide i ain't gonna let him, and splash some water his way, little does he care, he moves from snooping in my stuff, to snooping into ling's stuff. That's fine by me, i'll leave him be now.

We carry on messing around, then hear scraping sounds alot, look around and, 1...2.....3....4....5....6.... maybe even more, all around the pool staring our way. Wasnt all bunched together, they were strategically placed, had there army gear on and everything. Oh dear, what do we do, do they swim well? Do they bite? Will it hurt ?? We decide the best form of defence is attack, and when a bit of rain broke through the clouds, we decided to take our chance and run for it, hoping their vision was blurred by the heavy droplets.

We jump out of the pool, singling out one lizard by our stuff and running aggresively towards it, it was working, he backed off, we could almost feel the freedom now. We picked up our towel's and t-shirts, ran toward the big fat man now guarding the gate and didnt stop!

As you can see, we are home, we had a lucky escape, and we will not be leaving ourself so vulnerable to a lizard army attack in future.

Lesson learned.

[Rookie (Rodney)]

Here is what i can remember, my memory is a little blurred atm through shock, but i have made a little sketch for the local police ...

[Colchester Kev]

LMFAO ... what a big girls blouse

[Rookie (Rodney)]

LMFAO ... what a big girls blouse

You weren't there, you don't know what it's like!!!

I'd like to see what you would do in that situation!

[Ginger]

Local police have are holding the General, pending an investigation. When I say holding......

[boldie]

LMFAO ... what a big girls blouse

You weren't there, you don't know what it's like!!!

I'd like to see what you would do in that situation!

I reckon at the next BB we should have a "screaming and running off like a little girl" competion between you and Snoops..we'll release one tiny little reptile and a cute little ginger fox and watch which one of you runs off the fastest.

anyone want to open a book?

[kinboshi]

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Rookie running away in the rain.

[Rookie (Rodney)]

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Rookie running away in the rain.

AAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH

THE FLASHBACKS ARE KILLING ME! Wont sleep tonight!!!

[turny]

come on rooks be serious how big were these lizards?

[Rookie (Rodney)]

come on rooks be serious how big were these lizards?

a good 24 feet*


*lizards feet