Wednesday, January 5, 2011

And Speaking of Freckledmom








Recently I've posted about my ability to find race tables that don't mathematically work. It's been a bit since I talked about another trick of mine. Finding the player that consistently doesn't make sense. Like Freck as she likes to be called (by her close friends. She prefers "Mom" by non-friends and "WhattheFreck?" by those she cheated.)

Since we are in the second consecutive night of Bad Beeting Festival - and yes that's 'beet' on purpose, I took a break from my table I was active at and requested to find Nevachasa. Your so damn good, surely I can get some pointers just from watching you.

Got the tips I need. Pre-flop fold. No. Check. Tip registered. Pre-flop raise - lots. Check. Got the tip registered. No posting chat. Check. Got the tip registered. Calling all the way to the river on an inferior hand. Check. Got that tip registered.

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And as a real human I choose to ignore those tips. My waiter's wages are too low to ignore too many tips, but I'm going to have to pass on these. Not all the sites have the feature, but PokerStars is one of them that you can find a player. The general idea is that you are looking for a recently made friend that you had a great time with, mostly chatting about common interest like sheep, doritos, objects made out of rubber and some stuff that I assure you that you don't want to know about.

The first three bad beats of the night came within a span of three minutes. Idiot play is rewarded. Cautious and actual real poker is a mythtake. (Yes, real word.)

I have been known to, and will do so again, to search out those positions that just can't seem to lose. Other than Freck (we had one Starbucks coffee date, so we're cool) my favorite player search is Reiko Hill. The arrogant douchebag that wouldn't shut up. And then weeks later I caught him losing a 7 stud hand by calling a hand that he couldn't beat the table cards. And it's silence was golden. And then my dear friend True yobbo that has finally given up on this site. So long and thanks for all the tips. I choose to ignore them.

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I loggerd in to UB once and found that allegedly Phil Hellmouth was playing and watched as he dropped thousands of real dollars to overaggressive players. I've logged into multiple sites and not even registered for a game and just watched the Frecks of the world play.

And I'll do it again. And again. And one more time before the sheep encounter requires a doctor visit. Ball is in your court. Make the cards random or get exposed. Or join the Irish beet farmers that helped settle America after the beet famine and just keep raising.

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