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Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Last night I decided it was time to come back from my hiatus by deposting on Full Tilt with the intent of trying out their new "cap games".

Here's what I learned:

1)The cap game, as it's structured on Full Tilt right now, is fucking retarded. Picture a incontinent kid with Down's playing badminton against a crippled FAS baby, and that's only 1/4 the retardedness of the 30BB cap on Full Tilt. It takes all decisions out of play because you end up capped on the turn if it's a raised pot. And you thought low-limit blogger NL tables were like bingo? Hardly. Shove the cap in, pray you've been living well. That's all there is to it.

That said, though...

2)Cap games can be a lot of fun. If you're looking to blow off a little steam without risking a shitload of money, this is the place to do it. Why is it better over micro-limit NL games? If you continually go all-in in a regular micro game, sooner or later you may get called. In the cap game, you will get called. By everybody at the table, even the dealer.

I had one guy call my cap bet on an all paint board with 10 high.


High! Of course he hit and we chopped, but that's not the point I'm trying to make here.

3)Buying in with $1K+ on a table where the cap is $3 is funny. But it kills the game.

I'm looking at you, Alan and Drizz. Ahem.

They were just trying to be funny, I understand, and I laughed but it still doesn't explain why other people bought into that small of a game with $50. Why is the max buy-in so high?

4)If I can't withstand the 6-max cap game "swings", I probably need to give up poker.

I find full ring NL games, online at least, bo-ring. I like 6-max, but I haven't had the bankroll recently to sustain the swings and ultimately end up going busto. Granted, losing $150 (after building up from $50) isn't technically "going busto", but you're picking up what I'm putting down, right? Right.

I intend on playing these for another few days in order to make a better informed decision. Hopefully my monitor doesn't "accidentally" tip over in the process.

If everything goes as planned, I'll be moving to a new place--my very first place of my own, bless my little heart--October 1st. No more living above a gay salon where every car in the parking lot is a Benz, Rolls, or even the occasional Lamborghini. No lie. The good thing about this is that I'll have no roommates, thus, fewer distractions and should be able to focus more on the poker.

Now if only I could get the girlfriend to shut the hell up while I'm check-raising douchebags, I'd be in heaven.

PS- If you're my girlfriend and you just happen to be reading this right now, I didn't mean that last sentence. Shnookums.


At 5:32 PM, Blogger Donkeypuncher said...

Two things:
1. I thought you were retiring "douchebag"
2. You've had easy access to hair product and didn't tell me???


At 10:29 AM, Blogger Drizztdj said...

Alan killed the game not me!

Who the hell calls the cap with Q4s pre-flop?

Oh, that's me.

At 5:07 AM, Blogger Otis said...

“What’s say you take the twelve thousand and I take second place money?” Billy said.
For a couple of seconds, I thought about that moment when the taxi cab pulls onto the Strip and the casinos rise out of the ground, and the porn vendors shove leaflets at the tourists, and the cabbie talks about the wild folks he took to the strip club the night before.

I could only muster, “Why?”

Billy Banks took another drag from his smoke, looked at the cherry on the end of it for a second, then flipped it into the dewy, high grass.

“Mack,” he said, “I have a plan.”



It all started here.

At 8:33 AM, Blogger Daddy said...

I'm here to see a man about a horse.

Name's Billy Banks, but the locals know him as "Tallboy."


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