Thursday, February 03, 2005

Stopping at a green light...

Has this ever been you while you're in the car? "The light is fucking GREEN!!" That was me today on my way home from a hellish on-call week at work. There I was stopped in the middle of the road, wondering why in the holy hell we are not moving when the light looks pretty fucking green to me. I look into the sideview mirror to my right, and notice that there is a gap coming up, and I can probably sneak into that lane and make the light to get on the freeway before it turns red. Of course, I hesitate, and I miss the light. This reminds me a lot of my poker game in it's current form.

Trying to learn the art of the No-Limit Cash Game has not been an easy task for me. Granted, I've not played too terribly many hands, but I'm down overall. I can never seem to push my advantages, and know how to get out of a hand when I am at a disadvantage. The main problem I am having, is playing too much like I would in a tournament. I get frustrated by people who play crap cards, suck out on me, then lose my money to someone else. I also hate doubling up on someone, and it doesn't force them to leave the table. I love the elimination aspect of tournaments.

The other night, I started out my session with 2 Black Kings, I ended up doubling through a guy with Pocket 10s. I then proceeded to get FAR too comfortable and pissed all of it away, including my intial buy-in. How is it I can be so patient when playing a SnG or Multi-Table-Tournament? I can't seem to hold onto any kind of real win in the cash games for more than a dozen hands. Perhaps I should switch to a style composed of hit-and-running different tables. I dunno, I think perhaps I am just whining. Again.

I was reading Pauly's blog today, and he gave some pretty good advice to those of us starting with new blogs. It occurred to me that I've never really explained my screenname. So I figured at least someone might care. So, here it goes:

Back in 1986, when I was the wee age of 9, my older brother worked at a Tape World in the Mall. I was really into music back then, mostly Rap. My brother brought home Metallica's Master of Puppets album on Vinyl one day. He handed it to me and said, "You've got to hear this." And hear it, I did. Kind of like Wesley Snipes, when he tells Woody Harrelson in White Men Can't Jump: "You can't hear Jimmy". Well, I could by god fucking hear Metallica, and it was good. This started a long, and glorious love for Heavy Metal music. But I digress. Slayer's Reign in Blood album, which coincidentally, was released the same year, also made it's way into my hot little hands. There is a line in the song Raining Blood that goes: "Raining Blooooooood, from a lacerated sky...". I don't know why, but that line was ALWAYS stuck in my head, and I thought it made a good name. I used to name my D&D characters some variation of it, my BBS name for years was "laceratedsky". It's just kind of stuck with me. So I guess that's my...errr...story?

Anyhow, like I said. it's been a hellish week, and boy am I glad that I'm not on call for whole week! I haven't played poker since the home game on Saturday. So I'm looking forward to getting some hands in. The same bunch of guys are having a Poker tournament on Sunday at 1pm, then we'll be watching the Superbowl. I'm very much looking forward to it. Hopefully I'll be able to post more often as well, now that the pager is set to "off" mode. Good luck out there!