I Took a Shot

Steve and I do indeed go to Blackhawk. They start a second 30-60 game shortly after my arrival, I’m quickly up $1500, and then start going down a hill that gets steeper and steeper until I’m steamed and we quit early stuck $1500. The girls are at a house party one block away from our house and that sounds way more fun than this. We purchase 50 chicken nuggets from McDonalds for the ride home and talk about how much snow we’re going to get tomorrow.

This house is lived in by Garret and Diane, high school sweethearts who are now married and still throwing keggers for Summit County kids. It was a neat crowd, late 20s-30s, and after the girls left a jam session broke out which I was invited to join. Hell I live a block away and quickly retrieved my guitar, mandolin, djembe, and a couple harmonicas. Four hours later I made it home completely stoked after a great time and was jonesin to play some mixed games.

Nothing was going anywhere. It was 4:45am Mountain Time. My choices were 4-8 or 400-800 8-game. The biggest I have ever played is 150-300 O/E or 25-50 PLO. Allen Kessler said about that O/E game, “It’s impossible for a good player to put in a significant session in that game and come out a loser.” He won some money and then quit it to play a $1k mega-satellite, I played for almost 30 hours that week and lost $10k that I borrowed from Jimmy Fricke. And the 25-50 games that I took a shot at I lost my ass in too, twice I got it in with top set three ways vs two similar wraps and didn’t win either of those $15k pots. Even got my ass handed to me at high stakes hearts. Such is my history with taking shots, but tonight $4-8 was just too small.

I sat at $400-800 8-game early in the Razz rotation, bought in for $10k, and intended on giving it a one pot shot, a terrible idea but where this train was headed. I anted a bunch and brought it in once down to $9100 (7 hands) and then I was dealt (63)2 in Razz. An 8 completed, then a 5 raised, and I’m next. I should have re-raised here but I was scared shitless cause I’m playing Jet-Ski/Motorcycle stakes and really don’t want to get stuck on a monkey 4th street so called instead. Totally proper in a tournament where stacks are limited but slightly less +cEV than 3-betting. The 8 calls and we see 4th street. I catch awesome with a 4, the 5 gets a 9 and the 8 catches a deuce. I bet, call, call. 5th street is a king, deuce to the 5-9, and a king to the 8-2. Nine-five bets, we both call. 6th street, seven! We made a seven in razz and there’s a lot of fucking money in the pot! Jack to the 5-9-2, ace to the 8-2-K. We bet, they both call. We pair our four on 7th, bet when checked to, and they both fold.

badbeatninja collected $9097 from pot
badbeatninja: doesn’t show hand

F’n a cotton, that’s the biggest cash game pot I’ve ever won (I’ve lost 3 others bigger lifetime). I should quit now. But now we’re playing stud high, and I’m pretty good at that game.

I folded six or seven hands in a row and then was dealt split jacks. A four brought it in and a 9 completed. I raised my (J2)J and we saw 4th heads up. He caught a 6 and I a 7 and he called my bet. Fifth brought him an ace and me a ten, he bet, and it’s really hard to make a pair so I call. 6th street most likely didn’t change anything with his trey and my 5, he bet and I called. I made jacks up on 7th which may or may not have been necessary, he bets I call and beat nines up that he made on 4th.

Holy shit I’m up $9k!

Very next hand it’s stud8 and we have (5A)6. A deuce brings it in, a 6 completes, I re-complete, the bring-in makes it 3-bets, the 6 folds, and I call. Fourth gives us an 8, him a lovely ten and he check calls. Fifth is money, he makes an open pair of deuces and we complete our low with a 4, essentially free-rolling. He check-calls. We make a pair of fives on 6th while he catches a 4, calls our bet, and then calls again on 7th after we make trip fives for the scoop, beating fours-up made on 6th street.

Seat 3: badbeatninja ($23791 in chips)

Hell yeah! I folded every third street and 100-200 NLHE hand until my big blind and quit up $13k, won another dime playing $10-20 Badugi, and decided to go to sleep as the sun was just beginning to illuminate Chief Mountain.

Saturday I was hungover. And $20k richer than the morning prior. Damn this year feels good. I took it easy during the day Saturday and then finally motivated myself to get out to Johnny’s cause I wanted pizza. The 15 minute walk each direction has to count as some sort of exercise too. Watch out for snow banks on the way home, but they’re way softer than concrete.

Sunday was a big day online climaxed by the UBOC $2k high-rollers event. I got in for just under $5k playing the early schedule, took 3rd in the Badugi and made a deep run in the Brawl to only lose $1k on the day. Fortunately my horse made a deep run in the Sunday Million and made me more than I lost and I celebrated by playing pool and singing karaoke at Johnny’s.

I think I’m a lifetime loser on Mondays even though I have my biggest online cash in the Monday $1k. I was in a good habit of taking them off for a while but haven’t out here and have been rewarded by losing every Monday that I’ve played. Tonight was no exception and I got it in good about 75% of the time and won about 25% of those hands. Once again though Mr. Tepen came to the rescue, finishing 6th in the UBOC $50k mixed event for a small score, clearing makeup for his third day in a row. Sicko.

Today I woke up eager to ski for the first time in a week. I’ve been sick and sore lately and working pretty hard but it felt really good to get out there for a few hours today. I came home, made a sandwich, took a bath, and am about to start the nightly schedule including the UBOC event 21, a $50k guaranteed HAamant hosted by yours truly.

Peace and good luck,


Devo the Grinder

Wednesday morning I woke up pretty sore and set out intending to be productive. I worked a bit in the morning, then went to the Butterhorn for a smörgåsbord of a breakfast. Crossiant, coffee, OJ, water, french toast, eggs, and bacon. I usually only have half of these personal buffets but it all went down the chute today. Went to the market for groceries, and then finally got fed up with the road noise produced by my FM transmitter for the iPod. It’s been driving me nuts lately and screw it I’ll pay a few hundred bucks for a new head unit with a 1/8″ AUX input. I find the local chop shop custom car place over in Silverthorne and head over not sure what to expect.

I say that I want a remote starter and a new stereo-ish that’ll make it easy for running my iPod. But my truck is old and will be replaced soon so I don’t want to sink too much money into the thing.

“Oh it’s easy to transfer equipment from this truck to your new truck.” Well in that case start at the top and work down. I really thought I might be leaving the place a few thousand poorer with that piece of information. Sound systems were a hobby in high school and I’ve always wanted a kick ass one, now I have the opportunity to do so and it’ll even move to the new truck with me. I wanted a remote starter, new head unit, speakers, an amp, and 1 10″ sub. Turns out the remotes are a pain to switch so I passed on that and a 10″ sub wouldn’t fit under my back seat and 8″ is too small. So they only got me for a sick head unit and 4 new speakers and the rest I can do later.

Back home, shovel over a foot of snow off my walkway, bring in the groceries, and finish in time to play the daytime UBOC. I lasted about fifteen minutes. Chilled out for a few hours, fired the evening schedule, and didn’t have anything exciting happen until I got to Johnny’s for ladies night. My horse finished 2nd in a turbo for a few dimes, hooray. Sick bastard tweets that his final table win streak is over, apparently in his last six final tables he won five and finished 2nd in this one. Sweet. I walk home intent on skiing the next day, end up two tabling 100-200 8-game until 3:30am winning some bucks, and finally hit the rack.

Wake up sore the next day. I very lazily get going because it’s another powder day and I want to get up but gosh am I sore. Takes me an hour, some coffee, cereal, and a banana to shake off the haze and I finally get rolling toward Breckenridge. It’s a perfect bluebird day and I’m excited for a relaxed time on the mountain, but I arrive to two full parking lots. Sigh. Crowds are the anti-relaxant to me. I drive around a bit trying to find some sneak route to the slopes and fail, eventually giving up and driving back home. I’ll have a lazy day at home.

I do, fire the evening schedule at 5pm, run terribly, and am two tabling in no time. I passed on the 9pm EST tournaments because I was running poorly and getting frustrated. One of those two tables was the $75k that I somehow didn’t bust until 4th place for $6800. I was significantly card dead the whole way and am quite proud of what I turned it into, turning nothing into winners way more than I usually do. I’m making a video on it today for PokerVT, should have some fun hands to talk about.

Taking today off from online poker, may head up to Blackhawk with Steve or back up to Vail for Bill and company’s last night in town.

Peace and good luck,


MLK Weekend in the Mountains

Drove down the hill Friday afternoon after an extremely productive day domestically. Why I did a bunch of shit around the house hours before two women showed up is beyond me. I clearly must be under some spell. Both flights were delayed and Sarah arrived first. There was enough of a gap for us to have a beer while we waited for Cory. Neither checked bags, hooray I love these girls. We hit the road, both were hungry, and Cory was craving pizza from Johnny’s, 90 minutes of driving and a mile walk away. We had a good ol night and it’s nice having loved ones around.

Saturday was taken slow at first until we decided that we were going to bus down to Breckenridge for the closing day of the Ullr Fest and the Chilly Chili Cookoff. Guitar Hero ran overtime so we missed the bus we intended to catch. Oh noes, we have to have a beer at Johnny’s. We catch the next free bus half an hour later, hear from Missy that they’re at Jake’s watching the game, and we never make it to the Chili fest.

After the game we seek food, hoping for Italian but settling for Mexican due to the insane holiday crowds. Post dinner I’m wiped and not looking forward to a crazy night. Turns out my guests are wiped too and just want a movie night. Fantastic. I love these girls. Missed out on a good party in Breck but any party you’re not in the mood for is a bad party.

Woke up Sunday morning to blue skies and decided to go skiing. Sarah hadn’t been up since Dad took her something like 14 years ago. We got her some skis rented and headed toward Loveland Pass, unsure if we were going to ski Keystone or A-Basin. Keystone looked slightly more crowded than last weekend so I opted for A-Basin which was a mistake because it somehow was the most crowded I’ve ever seen it. Plus it was in the clouds, windy, and icy because much of the mountain is above treeline and vulnerable to wind. I did one run with Sarah, she did fine and was complaining about her feet hurting, I can’t help you there and can’t deal with complaining so you’re on your own kid. I talk Cory into heading up since there’s no lines there and I can’t deal with these lines, she accepts, we do one run and can’t see anything. I’m done shortly after 1pm, find Sarah at the bar cause she’s done too, and we head home early.

Bill invites us up to their place in Beaver Creek and we accept. This house, owned by one of his buddies’ parents, was absolutely absurd (on the awesome side). They were all watching the game downstairs, which took us two minutes to find, cause they were in a TV cave down two flights of stairs and a hundred steps from the front door. The wall was one huge screen with two regular screens each on the left and right. They were just using the regular one. The drink of choice was a 1999 Pinot Noir from somewhere that was delicious and apparently very much in stock. Their wine collection was insane, over 3k bottles methinks.

I played the UBOC event #3, a $300+20 ultra-turbo, exactly the speed I need to be playing on a day like today. I one tabled the thing, beat KK with KT, and ran that all the way to 17th place for $1300 or so. Joined everybody else in the hot tub overlooking a golf course and Beaver Creek. We all went out do dinner and then the girls and I left for Frisco.

They flew out of DEN at 3pm so I figured leaving by 11:30 would be plenty of time. 90 minutes to the airport from Frisco but it’s snowing. They’re not checking bags. Should be fine. It takes us 90 minutes to go 14 miles to the Eisenhower Tunnel. Since it was a holiday weekend Monday is like Sunday when Denver heads home to drive desks for the week. Except it was a gnarly one cause it was a holiday weekend. It was insane I go so nuts in lines where there shouldn’t be lines. We made it 30 minutes before Cory’s flight and she caught it no problem.

The drive home was fine, traffic at the Tunnel was literally stopped going to Denver and I heard reports of it taking some people 3-4 hours to get to the Tunnel from Frisco. Ugh nasty. I made it home in time to play UBOC’s online and shouldn’t have cause I got my ass handed to me in nasty fashion. It was one of those days full of bubbles and bad beats without a single cash to show for it.

It continued to snow all night and I woke up Tuesday morning to twelve inches on my driveway (and truck). Vail was reporting 16 and Breck 26, Bill was at Vail and Breck was windy so I decided to drive to Vail. After cresting the pass the clouds broke over Eagle county and I hit the chair shortly after 9, running about ten minutes behind Bill and company. They never slowed down long enough to let me catch up or gave me a spot to meet, my phone was dying, so I picked a lunch spot in the village because I wanted to get my skis waxed and fix my goggle fogging problem. Took care of all that, took off a layer, they brought lunch so kept charging, and i was back at it around noon thirty.

Blue Sky Basin is one of the back bowls at Vail and absolutely amazing. It was closed Monday due to wind that blew apart one of the comm lines which then tangled up with the lift. Or something like that. It hadn’t been open since Sunday and was sitting there with 19 inches of fresh powder. Everybody expected it to open at 10am and it didn’t, creating some messy lines on the backside. While I was making my way to the top I got a hold of Bill who would wait for me there and then they opened Blue Sky. Awesome. I met them and they informed me that they were too tired. They’re done. 19 inches of untouched pow at 1pm and you’re passing? Bums. Nice riding with you. I made my way back there, jumped in the singles line and was looking at Mt. Holy Cross in no time.

I got four runs in before they closed the life at the normal closing time (2:30), and the middle two were the best that I’ve had all season, possibly lifetime. First tracks through 19 inches in a perfectly spread, perfectly pitched aspen/pine glade with the occasional cliff to jump off. It was incredible, well worth the trip just for those two runs.

I had some pasta at the Frisco Depot that was just what it should be on the way home, took a bath letting sore muscles soak in hot water, and was ready to go online by 5pm. Made some decent runs, best finish being 8th in the 40k that was whatever. Got sucked out on when it mattered but hit two three outers on the way to stay alive. Also made my 2nd UBOC cash in the 100k, grinding my way to a min cash that I feel fine about. I booked a small win as did my horse, so overall a pretty dang good day.

Peace and good luck,