Lets get this party started
As many of you know from reading my blog it has been a difficult week. Finally Razz set me off and I went on uber tilt winning a few hundred dollars playing 1/2NL. After my near miss with disaster I was feeling good and I felt like playing some low stakes poker for fun. Little did I know that the table would soon be infested by some of the better bloggers in the pokerverse including one special donator.
So the call goes out on the girlie chat for any and all bloggers who think they can roll with the Lone Gunman A.K.A. Sir Waffles to come and donate. I open up a girlie chat conference and wait for them to come flocking to me. Suckers.
So who will answer the call first? None other then our favorite blogger, host with the most, king of ten-eight offsuit: MOOOOOOKIE!
SirFWALGMan said, "lol"
SirFWALGMan said, "look what the rats dragged in"
mookie99 said, "ha"
SirFWALGMan said, "hey mook"
Soon after the Pill popping Texan, deadbeat chasing, ten bucks to two thousand in a week, I had a lot of foreign pootang, Mrrrrrrrrr. Dreeeeeaaaaaamy appears.
If the table is not hard enough we then get visits from Miami Don, Ick (Dead Money) Sissy, JJOK, Surflexus.
Then the air got deathly quiet.. and a hummm filled the room as a small figure staggered up to the table and climbed into a seat. It was the infamous shortie himself: Ignatious T. Blogfather!!! Everyone was silent in reverence to this great poker blogging legend. I of course welcomed him in one of the very first hands by stacking him. “REBUYY”!!! I shouted out like in the old days of the Party Poker Bloggers cash tables and rebuy he did.. putting a few more pennies on the table.
The table soon degenerated into aggressive, hard nosed, poker. The kind that is fun as hell especially when your making the right moves at the right times. Nobody needed any cards. Everyone was either pushing monsters or stone cold bluffs.
As Ick found out it could be hard to tell the difference. I got so far inside his head that he did not know if he was coming or going. All of his chips started coming to me of course as I stacked our hapless victim. My mouth was going a hundred miles per hour as I warned him again not to fly too close to the Waffles or he might get burnt. Every time he had me beat I made him fold and each time he thought he finally had me I showed the nuts. It was hard for anyone to tell if I was playing 53o or AA on any given hand. Many guessed wrong as my stack grew.
We had some non-blogger visitors and I had to chase a few away. Like the mongloid elephant that sat down in seat 7. Her name was HairyChanky or something like that which soon earned her the nickname Chunky. She did not appreciate that. I told her it wasn’t bad enough that she was fat, and that she was stupid enough to put her picture up as an avatar, but she also looked like she had brain damage. Finally after yelling at me in her slow, one word every ten minute typing style she went off crying. I know.. sometimes I go too far oh well. I earned the name Evil Sir that night! The other bloggers were going to beat me.
So the game continued on until the wee hours of the night. Everyone having a great time. Trash talking abounding. Ick looking at my 3x buyin with envy and lust. Mookie getting stacked over and over again on some of the sickest hands ever. Including one where the great and wise Ick could not lay his Aces down against Mookies set.. of course an Ace hit on the river after all the money was in. Poor Mook. He got stacked by an awful AJo that made quads on the river too. Prophetically Scott cried out: HE HAS AJ MORON! As Mookie clicked the button. We all gasped in surprise when he did indeed flip over AJ for the best hand. Great read Scott! How did he make it? By watching the guy like a hawk and recognizing his betting patterns. I would not want to play against this guy when he had more information like body language.
So as the night wore on the drunken dwarf exclaimed what we were all thinking “This is the most fun playing poker I have had in ages”. Amen brother. Amen.