Poker 101: The Art of Fake-Checking and Keeping Your Mouth Shut
I should really keep my mouth shut when I’m playing poker. When I get too comfortable around people, I start being chatty Cathy and then I end up giving my hands away. You won’t even need to stare me down to get a feel for what I’m holding. Just listen to the chatter and you’ll know whether to stay in or fold.
Case in point is Friday night poker. I end up at a table with Sandy, Mary, Brian (not my Brian but a different Brian) and a bunch of other super friendly folks. Of course, there is never such a thing as a friendly game of poker. Everyone is in it to win it even though we’re all playing for free. People take their bragging rights and points very, very seriously.
Anyway, it looks friendly on the surface but you know people are still really competitive. Of course, we always have a lot of fun. I do, anyway. Win or lose, playing poker is always a good time. I really like the exciting rollercoaster hands the best. Those hands where someone is 5% to win pre flop and then the flop comes out in their favor so now they’re in the lead, and then the turn comes in the other player’s favor so now the other guy is back to being the underdog and then the river comes and the underdog wins. Those hands rock.
A few people have commented about how excited I get when I get knocked out in such a manner, they would hate to see me win because I might just die of a heart attack. Just like any other poker addict, I love to share my bad beat stories. Sometimes over and over and over again, ad nauseum. Of course, since most of you aren’t the least bit interested in poker I’ve learned to keep it off the blog for the most part. I mean, poker stories are pretty boring for most regular people.
But I digress.. Where was I? Okay, Friday night poker. We are at this table being friendly and cordial and cracking jokes. I was playing really loose that night so I was in a lot of hands — most of which I had not business being in. One hand I was in last position.
It started out being a family pot. If not, only one person wasn’t in the hand. I think the dealer wasn’t in the hand because I don’t remember dealing but I was last to act each time. There was no pre flop raise so who knows what kind of cards were being played. After the flop, everyone checked. I bet the minimum amount. Everyone called.
“What is this? You were all fake-checking!” I protested. “If you were really checking you all would’ve folded after the bet.”
So we start joking around about fake-checks. Everytime someone would check and the possibility of a killer hand existed, we would all tease each other about fake-checking.
Several hands later while still at $20-$40 blinds I find myself in one of the blind positions. I have ace-three off-suit but I’m in big blind so I play it. I think the small blind folded pre flop because I was first to act each time.
The flop comes ace, king, jack. I hit top pair and I want to know what’s up so I instinctively bet $200. This is a decent bet because it’s five times the big blind but, considering that just about everyone called pre flop, I realize now it might not have been big enough.
Sandy goes, “What happened to fake-checking?”
“Well.. I happen to have something,” I replied.
“You gotta fake-check if you have something good,” she continued.
“No, you only fake-ceck if you have something REALLY good.”
Crap! Open mouth, insert foot. You can pretty much guess what happened. It was call, call, call, call, call. All the way around the table. Definitely not what you want to see when you have top pair with a weak kicker.
The turn card comes and it is a blank. I fire another $200. It was probably a futile attempt at this point because the pot had grown in size and anyone with anything would be ill-advised not to call such a miniscule bet compared to the pot size. It did manage to scare all but one. I guess after second bet they finally believed me. Except for Mary. She was the non-believer. The river card is a queen. I visualize myself hitting my head against the table a dozen times. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I checked it to her. She bet $200. What’s $200 at this point?
“I know you have the ten but I call,” I said defeated. And she did. She had the ten. To her credit, however, she had a king-ten so she hand the second best pair post flop. I cannot blame her for calling. First of all, I didn’t bet big enough. And worst of all, I gave my hand away. She knew exactly what I had. She called because she had the second best hand and a better draw. She gambled and it paid off.
So there are really two lessons to be learned here. First, fake-check if you have a good hand. This will allow you to smooth-call and trap someone, or re-raise and send an amateur toward tilt-dom. Second, keep your mouth shut while you’re doing it (unless you are a pro and have mastered the art of table talk — which as we’ve proven here does not describe me).
As Mike Sexton always says on the World Poker Tour, “May your cards be live and your pots be monsters!” Good luck, everyone! Happy poker-playing!
Alonsofamily.net is No More
If you encounter a bunch of pictures that don’t show up in this blog, that is the reason. Alonsofamily.net is gone. Dad has moved his web site to Kanluran.com. And so, all the picture links are now broken.
I’m not really feeling inclined to fix all the broken picture links right now. I’m thinking I’ll just fix them as I come across them. Email me the ones you run into and I’ll fix those first.
In the meantime, you’re probably going to see a lot of old photos loaded into my Flickr photostream. That’s where I’m sending all the ones that I was able to salvage from the old Alonsofamily.net web site. The only problem is, there may be some duplication.
I haven’t been really good at tagging and labeling my photos so now that I’ve got over 4,000 on Flickr it’s too time consuming to browse them all to make sure nothing gets duplicated. If I don’t find the photos in the first try, I’m going to upload them. I just want you all to know in case some of you are wondering what is going on.
What’s going on is I have broken picture links. Broken picture links drive me mad. Now I’m scrambling. Unlike Flickr, I didn’t really have a DR plan.
He’s So Adorable
Brian has this habit of sending me plagiarized love poems to brighten my work day. I pick on him about it, but I think it’s cute. Anyway, here’s one that he sent me last week.
TO: Me
FROM: BrianA poem to make you smile and to let you know I’m thinking of you. I love
you baby.I love you for these reasons
Never changing, never stopping
Growing stronger through the seasonsYour touch is like that of no other
Warm, Caring, and full of love
Hoping our life is one touch after anotherLove at first sight, we felt it both
The feelings are strong like none felt before
So, with this poem, I take this oathTo be your friend, lover, and soulmate
Cherishing the life, future, we will createTo love you like no other
To need, and want you foreverBe by your side always
Walk with you on this path called life
Be your shoulder when you need to cry
And be faithful, and honest,
in our days ahead
As long as our love stays~I love you always and forever~
This was a somewhat lengthy poem so I figured that he probably didn’t write it. I busted him on a couple of other plagiarized poems in the past. We both agreed that it’s the thought that counts and that’s true. I like to give him a hard time, though, so I said:
TO: Brian
FROM: MeThat’s really sweet, baby. Now, tell me honestly. Did you write it or is this another plagiarized poem?
We laughed about it when I got home. He explained that it was, indeed, plagiarized but he did modify it a little to make it his own. He said he had to remove all the references made to physical features because it originally said something about blonde hair and blue eyes. I told him I was glad he made the changes for it would’ve been a dead give away. He cracks me up sometimes.
Anyway, Brian may not be the most romantic man on the planet but he is certainly the most adorable.
You’re All Invited
Brian and I have decided to have an all-you-can-eat taco challenge at the Harry and Webb Taco Shop on Monday (Brian wanted me to clarify that participants will need to buy their own meals; just in case anyone gets the wrong idea). Brian and I are both pretty sure that I will win because no one can eat like me. I can out-eat just about anyone. Except maybe for Dill. If he shows up, I’ll lose for sure.
So if you want to witness an exciting taco-eating contest, feel free to join us. I think all-you-can-eat tacos are served between 4-8 pm. Brian and I aren’t sure about the times, though. We just know it’s in the evening.
Of course, that’s the same night that APL is holding the televised championship poker tournament. So if nobody makes it we will understand completely. We figured that we will probably stop in to cheer Michelle and Adelfa on. They both qualified to play in the tourney.
The tournament is open to spectators so you all should stop by. You can also watch it at home. It’s supposed to be broadcast life on local channel 5. It will also be webcast but I’m not sure what the web address is. Check the APL web site for more information.
Tucker Max
Brian is hooked on Tucker Max. He hasn’t been able to put the book down. I’ve never seen Brian be interested in anything without pictures so this book has got to be amazing.
From excerpts that Brian’s read to me, the guy sounds like a jerk. He’s a pretty hilarious jerk, though.
Anyway, he has to return the book to his coworker on Monday so I’m getting him his own copy. You can get a copy from Amazon for under $10. Hopefully, Brian will post a review soon.
Iccee Props — Pun Intended
This one is by Iccee. Flickr folks are so creative!
As soon as I started seeing everyone else’s contest entries I started to panic. Everyone had cool, creative ideas. I felt totally unoriginal.
Like this one for example. I had no idea we could use props! I guess all is fair in Flickr coloring contests. =P
I kept yelling to Brian, “Baby! Check this one out!” Everything everyone else posted is great! I’ve never had so much fun in an outage situation. Flickr should go down more. Just kidding!
The only thing Brian could say was, “Holy cow! How long was Flickr down?!”
JULY 21 UPDATE: Guess what. Iccee’s entry made the sample list! Go, Iccee! You can find all the properly tagged coloring contest entries here. Happy browsing.
Making Disasters Fun
So Flickr is down right but the brilliant folks at Flickr manage to abate the angry mob by giving us busy work. This is further proof that Flickr rocks.
When the Flickr web site comes back up Brian and I will be showing off our respective works of art. Stay tuned.
P.S. This is what I call a great DR plan.
Bebot’s First Rain
Bebot got his first rain on July 9. We were sitting at Taco Shop for a cheap lunch before heading over to Dawn’s house so the girls could meet the suggies they’re adopting. It was an introduction-slash-play-date sort of appointment. You didn’t know we do house calls, did you?
Kidding aside, Bebot is as much Brian’s baby as he is mine. I’ve been instructed to always wear my glasses when driving. No glasses, no drive — strict rules that I’ve already violated a few times.
Speaking of rules, Brian has specific break-in rules too. He tried to get me to read the manual but I refuse to do it. Umm, hello? Bebot will get broken in as I drive him. How about that for breaking in?
My driving style is not really far from the methods the car manufacturer suggests for breaking in the vehicle, anyway. After all, I drive like a grandma — or so Brian tells me. The suggested method is easy acceleration, easy breaks… Pretty much easy everything.
As I did some liesurely internet reading (I know, I refuse to read the manual but the web is my playground so that’s where I get most of my info) I found that there are two opposing schools of thought with regard to breaking in a new vehicle. There’s the gentle break-ins are best camp and then there’s the run it hard camp. Brian and I are partial to the former simply because Brian read the manual and that’s what it said and then Brian pretty much tells me what I should do because I have no time to read the information for myself (most of the time). You’ve got to have folks you can count on for this stuff, you know? At any rate, both schools of thought have their merits. I will let you decide which is right for you.
As for breaking our cars in, Brian and I have other ways in which we have broken our cars in. These ways have had little to do with performance and more to do with our own carnal enjoyment, if you know what I mean.
Brian had proposed the idea the very day we brought him home. Naturally, I said no. I mean, Bebot is our very special baby. He will not be subjected to such disrespect. Brian argued that we had broken in the Neon and the Rodeo that way, why not Bebot? Well, because Bebot is mine. Ha! We finally get to the heart of the matter.
Of course, it isn’t entirely fair to Brian that we have desecrated his cars in the past and I will not allow mine to be even remotely soiled. So I might be convinced otherwise but — only if we put a sheet or towel on the seats… LOL!
Bebot’s First Bath
We gave Bebot his first bath this weekend. Who is Bebot, you might ask.
Bebot is our newest family member. Sunny’s younger brother.
We couldn’t think of a good name for him so we decided to name him after Brian’s favorite Black Eyed Peas song. He actually tried to get me to translate it for him the other day. The lyrics aren’t the most brilliant. But whatever. He likes the song, nonetheless.
So anyway, Bebot got a good cleaning. Inside and out. A lot more than I can say for our house.
House cleaning is the main item on the agenda for this weekend. We still have mom and dad’s steam cleaner so I’m going to try to talk Brian into steam-cleaning the carpet. Shush, he doesn’t know yet. I hope he doesn’t collect on his full day of WOW because cleaning house will be a full day event. Exciting, huh?
The only other thing pressing this weekend is Molly’s first makeover. She got her stitches taken out last Friday so we can finally give her a bath.
Instead of giving her a bath, though, I figured I’d just let the groomers do it. It will be her very first time. Now, that’s exciting!
P.S. Molly weighed 6 lbs and 4 ounces as of July 14th. She’s getting to be such a big girl!
Just Like Heaven
show me, show me, show me
how you do that trick
“the one that makes me scream” she said
“the one that makes me laugh” she said
and threw her arms around my neck
show me how you do it,
and i promise you, i promise that
i’ll run away with you
i’ll run away with you
I watched Just Like Heaven before bed last night. Brian just fell asleep. I watched it in its entirety, though. The movie wasn’t bad. After all, how can you go wrong with Reese Witherspoon? She is adorable.
Incidentally, the movie shares its title with one of my all-time favorite songs from The Cure. Brian and I actually played it at our wedding.
But I digress.. There were some cheesy parts that the film could’ve done without. It’s not one of my favorite Reese movies.. It was no Sweet Home Alabama, that’s for sure. It was just one of those mediocre romantic comedies. It still made me cry, though. But what movie doesn’t?













