More Race Table Nonsense

I was disappointed but not surprised that I was met with my second consecutive PokerStars table without a single second of time bank usage. I checked my coffe cans in the shed and my rainy day time bank is still there. Now, if it would only rain.

Oddly, this table was the first in weeks without a single pre-flop raise through the first 50 hands. And considering how much I play and the established betting values (i.e. extremely aggressive) of the competition this makes me raise my Spock eyebrow and proclaim the illogicalnessitivity (real word.) Me and my crack team of dead cat makers (me, the dog and some anti-freeze) have noticed that you can't swing a dead cat without hitting a table that has a ton of irrational pre-flop raising. I thought that maybe Itty and the gang were starting to steal pre-flop raising. Then the more sinister realization hit me.

Da Da Da DAAAAAAA!!

The dead are stealing my screenshots! Surely if I don't have any hard evidence to post I will go away. I checked my screen shot bank I keep in a box of Arm and Hammer's baking powder in the fridge, and sure enough, it was running low. (So that's what the smell was. And I thought it was all the dead cats.)

As a friendly reminder to Internet Poker I let CityPoker percolate a couple of weeks between log ins. And immediately I'm met with a table that just doesn't make any mathematical sense. 10k buy. One position over 500k. Another over 200k. And a couple of rookies that managed to improve a little bit. It's looking like this blog gets more traffic than City does.

Wait a second. Percolate. Coffee. Coffee cans in my shed. My time I saved!

(Insert dramatic pause for effect.)
Da Da Da DAAAAAA!!!!

My time bank coffee can funds have been stolen! Lesson learned. Use it or lose it. Especially since this might annoy my opponents and help the screenshot fund.

DISCLAIMER - No cats have really been killed and swung around. We love cats here at the Big Lay Down. A little oregano, a little thyme, cooked at 350 degrees for four hours. The meat just melts off the bones.