Im not really called Dave:A blog of a bloke who plays poker then writes about it

[ericstoner]

You and me both, m8,but it's nice to have the memories

[AndrewT]

One thing to say at this juncture, just before the last few posts have made a few people think I consider myself to be some sort of high stakes womaniser, is that I am by no means an amazing player, far from it. I am for the most part a reasonable mid stakes grinder, a jack of all trades maste of none, who makes the most of bankroll management, rakeback, game selection and all the other things that prove a competant player can make money from poker if they take it seriously enough.

Jobs I want to have after reading Barry's post.

[  ] Mid stakes grinder
[X] High stakes womaniser

[tikay]

Great read, now keep the discilipine, & let's have plenty more Posts.

[RED-DOG]

Great read, now keep the discilipine, & let's have plenty more Posts.

I don't trust him. he'll just be swinging the lead and trying to roger our women.

[jakally]

Great read, now keep the discilipine, & let's have plenty more Posts.

I don't trust him. he'll just be swinging the lead and trying to roger our women.

Doesn't trying to roger a woman whilst you're swinging the lead make things more complicated than they need to be.

[DaveShoelace]

Sausage and Mash, Sausage and Mash, Sausage and Mash, Sausage and Mash, Sausage and Mash, Sausage and Mash, Sausage and Mash, Sausage and Mash, Sausage and Mash, Sausage and Mash.

For someone who is trying to lose weight it’s a bit worrying that I have been looking forward to this meal for 4 days and have mentioned it to several people several times. I know I am having Sausage and Mash tonight because of the law of eating food in order of when it goes off that we have in this house.

My girlfriend has always been fascinated (and I think a little charmed) by the way I can be so passionate about something very small, like a meal I’m having in four days time, whose turn it is to make a cup of tea or the joy the trailers at the cinema, yet flippant about seemingly important things like losing a grand in 3 minutes or where we would live when our landlord sold our old apartment. The little things in life are always the ones that I can talk in great length about (I could write a dissertation on biscuits).

For example, one strange obsession I have is with that little wave you give another driver when they let you in or otherwise do something courteous. It always enrages me when I go out of my way for another driver and they don’t give me the wave, especially if I stopped and did the ‘flashy-flashy’ thing with my headlights. Taxi drivers are bad for this, although bus drivers tend to be very considerate, even going as far as to put their arms out of the window to thank you when they are not facing you. I hate to say it, because I do genuinely believe they are safer drivers, but women are also big culprits in the not waving stakes.

But for every arsehole that doesn’t acknowledge when you gave up your right of way, there is another that does the ‘flashy-flashy’ motion back to make up for it. Even better is the little used but very appreciated quick flick of your hazard lights when a motorist is allowed to pull in front of you. Naturally some people think I am having a bit of a seizure when someone is good enough to let me in, because my headlights are flashing, the hazards are going and my arms are waving around like a loon.

Gotta go, my beloved just text me to put the sausages on.

Arrrrrr yeeeaaaaah!!!!

[Dingdell]

Sausage and Mash, Sausage and Mash, Sausage and Mash, Sausage and Mash, Sausage and Mash, Sausage and Mash, Sausage and Mash, Sausage and Mash, Sausage and Mash, Sausage and Mash.

For someone who is trying to lose weight it’s a bit worrying that I have been looking forward to this meal for 4 days and have mentioned it to several people several times. I know I am having Sausage and Mash tonight because of the law of eating food in order of when it goes off that we have in this house.

My girlfriend has always been fascinated (and I think a little charmed) by the way I can be so passionate about something very small, like a meal I’m having in four days time, whose turn it is to make a cup of tea or the joy the trailers at the cinema, yet flippant about seemingly important things like losing a grand in 3 minutes or where we would live when our landlord sold our old apartment. The little things in life are always the ones that I can talk in great length about (I could write a dissertation on biscuits).

For example, one strange obsession I have is with that little wave you give another driver when they let you in or otherwise do something courteous. It always enrages me when I go out of my way for another driver and they don’t give me the wave, especially if I stopped and did the ‘flashy-flashy’ thing with my headlights. Taxi drivers are bad for this, although bus drivers tend to be very considerate, even going as far as to put their arms out of the window to thank you when they are not facing you. I hate to say it, because I do genuinely believe they are safer drivers, but women are also big culprits in the not waving stakes.But for every arsehole that doesn’t acknowledge when you gave up your right of way, there is another that does the ‘flashy-flashy’ motion back to make up for it. Even better is the little used but very appreciated quick flick of your hazard lights when a motorist is allowed to pull in front of you. Naturally some people think I am having a bit of a seizure when someone is good enough to let me in, because my headlights are flashing, the hazards are going and my arms are waving around like a loon.

Gotta go, my beloved just text me to put the sausages on.

Arrrrrr yeeeaaaaah!!!!

Yes - to be let in by a man is patronising - becaiuse we would have managed it on our own anyways. Not to be let in by a man confirms our thoughts about you, that you are all inconsiderate drivers and complete arses. lesson ends.

[Jim-D]

I just had sausage and mash with onion gravy..... I'm living the dream

[DaveShoelace]

I just had sausage and mash with onion gravy..... I'm living the dream

Alergic to onions over here, thats a story for another day though.

[tikay]

Sausage and Mash, Sausage and Mash, Sausage and Mash, Sausage and Mash, Sausage and Mash, Sausage and Mash, Sausage and Mash, Sausage and Mash, Sausage and Mash, Sausage and Mash.

For someone who is trying to lose weight it’s a bit worrying that I have been looking forward to this meal for 4 days and have mentioned it to several people several times. I know I am having Sausage and Mash tonight because of the law of eating food in order of when it goes off that we have in this house.

My girlfriend has always been fascinated (and I think a little charmed) by the way I can be so passionate about something very small, like a meal I’m having in four days time, whose turn it is to make a cup of tea or the joy the trailers at the cinema, yet flippant about seemingly important things like losing a grand in 3 minutes or where we would live when our landlord sold our old apartment. The little things in life are always the ones that I can talk in great length about (I could write a dissertation on biscuits).

For example, one strange obsession I have is with that little wave you give another driver when they let you in or otherwise do something courteous. It always enrages me when I go out of my way for another driver and they don’t give me the wave, especially if I stopped and did the ‘flashy-flashy’ thing with my headlights. Taxi drivers are bad for this, although bus drivers tend to be very considerate, even going as far as to put their arms out of the window to thank you when they are not facing you. I hate to say it, because I do genuinely believe they are safer drivers, but women are also big culprits in the not waving stakes.But for every arsehole that doesn’t acknowledge when you gave up your right of way, there is another that does the ‘flashy-flashy’ motion back to make up for it. Even better is the little used but very appreciated quick flick of your hazard lights when a motorist is allowed to pull in front of you. Naturally some people think I am having a bit of a seizure when someone is good enough to let me in, because my headlights are flashing, the hazards are going and my arms are waving around like a loon.

Gotta go, my beloved just text me to put the sausages on.

Arrrrrr yeeeaaaaah!!!!

Yes - to be let in by a man is patronising - becaiuse we would have managed it on our own anyways. Not to be let in by a man confirms our thoughts about you, that you are all inconsiderate drivers and complete arses. lesson ends.

An authority on arses, are we?

[Jim-D]

I just had sausage and mash with onion gravy..... I'm living the dream

Alergic to onions over here, thats a story for another day though.

Sorry to hear that pal, i feel your pain..

[Dingdell]

Sausage and Mash, Sausage and Mash, Sausage and Mash, Sausage and Mash, Sausage and Mash, Sausage and Mash, Sausage and Mash, Sausage and Mash, Sausage and Mash, Sausage and Mash.

For someone who is trying to lose weight it’s a bit worrying that I have been looking forward to this meal for 4 days and have mentioned it to several people several times. I know I am having Sausage and Mash tonight because of the law of eating food in order of when it goes off that we have in this house.

My girlfriend has always been fascinated (and I think a little charmed) by the way I can be so passionate about something very small, like a meal I’m having in four days time, whose turn it is to make a cup of tea or the joy the trailers at the cinema, yet flippant about seemingly important things like losing a grand in 3 minutes or where we would live when our landlord sold our old apartment. The little things in life are always the ones that I can talk in great length about (I could write a dissertation on biscuits).

For example, one strange obsession I have is with that little wave you give another driver when they let you in or otherwise do something courteous. It always enrages me when I go out of my way for another driver and they don’t give me the wave, especially if I stopped and did the ‘flashy-flashy’ thing with my headlights. Taxi drivers are bad for this, although bus drivers tend to be very considerate, even going as far as to put their arms out of the window to thank you when they are not facing you. I hate to say it, because I do genuinely believe they are safer drivers, but women are also big culprits in the not waving stakes.But for every arsehole that doesn’t acknowledge when you gave up your right of way, there is another that does the ‘flashy-flashy’ motion back to make up for it. Even better is the little used but very appreciated quick flick of your hazard lights when a motorist is allowed to pull in front of you. Naturally some people think I am having a bit of a seizure when someone is good enough to let me in, because my headlights are flashing, the hazards are going and my arms are waving around like a loon.

Gotta go, my beloved just text me to put the sausages on.

Arrrrrr yeeeaaaaah!!!!

Yes - to be let in by a man is patronising - becaiuse we would have managed it on our own anyways. Not to be let in by a man confirms our thoughts about you, that you are all inconsiderate drivers and complete arses. lesson ends.

An authority on arses, are we?

Only imo apparently.

[jizzemm]

Great read Barry / Dave..

I always try and read your articles, and this will be as good.. Great start

[DaveShoelace]

Had a bit of a brutal day at the tables today, so much so that I ended the session early as it didn’t look like it would get any better, all standard stuff really, aces cracked, ace king doesn’t hit ever, 50p to Tikay etc etc. There was one hand that did make me chuckle to myself a bit though, not so much the hand but the chit chat after.

It was a really standard sort of hand, I had ace-king on the button and raised and got 3-bet by a nitty player in the small blind, I just flat called to mix things up a bit (and recently every time I 4bet a nit he has bullets). The flop came A-T-Q with two spades giving me top pair, top kicker, a gutshot and a backdoor nut flush, all the money goes in the middle. He has king-jack for the nuts and I catch runner runner for the flush.

Obviously I sucked out big time here, but I felt really vindicated by the outdraw because I had been running so badly today and losing to KJ with AK would have had me sulk for the rest of the week,so when he typed in chatbox:

“you are so lucky”

I uncharacteristically retorted back:

“lucky you think KJ is the nuts”

Now I don’t really bother chatting back unless I think I can tilt a guy, and in particular I don’t ever respond to things like this with something that could essentially educate the guy (ie. Telling him that king-jack preflop is not the nuts), but it was just a snap reaction. His response was priceless:

“I don’t, I was just balancing my 3-bet range for metagame”

The definition of metagame has been hotly debated on this forum and although I think I could probably give you some good examples of what it is, I know for certain I can tell you what it isn’t. And that is telling somebody that you are doing something, anything, for metagame purposes against them. Metagame in poker is all about exploiting your image and past history with a player to get them to make a mistake, but I think telling a player that you are doing it kinda cocks it up a bit.

Telling an opponent you played a hand in a particular way to set up a future profitable play is a bit like introducing yourself as a spy on enemy soil (Or the Witness Relocation Programme t-shirt Homer wears in the classic Simpsons episode). The next couple of times he 3-bet me I folded playable hands and was lucky enough to see what he had against other players, and he had some big hands. Had he kept quiet about balancing his range for metagame I would have probably paid him off or at least a little, but being as he all but provided me with a laminated manifesto on how he planned to take my money, I didn’t.

Or.....maybe just maybe it’s an incredibly long term metagame plan of his that is so advanced it makes the Rail Heaven game on Full Tilt look like the £20 hold’em game at Napoleons.

Ironically I did ring up Sky this morning and tell them that I have ‘rung to tell you I’m cancelling so you offer me a better package’, which kind of the same thing. It worked though (Jedi mind shit); if you ring them up and say you want to cancel their standard response is to offer you the premium package for 30quid a month for 3 months.

So I’m about 800 quid down for the day but have saved myself a tenner for the next three months, easy come easy go.

[Acidmouse]

So I’m about 800 quid down for the day but have saved myself a tenner for the next three months, easy come easy go.

lol so funny but true.