Archive for March, 2009

Coming down the home stretch

Posted: March 31, 2009 in General
I just finished Phase 2 of 3 in the P90X workout. I’m really impressed at the results. I only shed 4 lbs, but I wasn’t exactly in a position to lose weight when I started the workout. Instead I’ve toned up tremendously and would argue I’m close to the shape I was in while playing college ball. My junior year was the best shape I reached(hitting < 7% body fat) so I would be curious to see how close I am to there again.

With this being my recovery week, I’ve been presented w/an interesting prop bet. I have been offered 2-1 on $100 that I can’t do 1,000 push ups in < 1:45. I’m pretty confident that I can not only do this, but do it in closer to 1:30. However, after talking to some of my baseball teammates I’m getting less and less confident. I wish I had feigned a little more weakness when presented w/the bet as I could have likely lobbied for either 3-1 or more time to complete the task. I’ll post results if I decide to go through w/it.

Far as poker is concerned March was great. I only put in 12 sessions which is 3-8 sessions less than I had hoped but it worked out well winning 10 of 12 for an avg of $3500/session. I must say that since moving up to 10/20 this past Nov. I’ve maintained a ridiculous win rate. I’m booking a winner 80% of my sessions, the majority of which being 5k+ scores. Unfortunately for me April owns my soul as Uncle Sam put a 5 figure bad beat on me. Good news is Bellagio hosts the 5-diamond this month so I’m forcing myself to really put in a high volume. I may or may not put in some volume during the scoop, not sure if I’m feeling it or not, I just really have grown to despise MTT’s.

Alright this rant has gotten long enough, look forward to a poker filled blog as well as a poker free blog some point in the next week or so…

Good session and declaration of war

Posted: March 21, 2009 in General
Yesterday begins w/my roommate calling a truce to the prank war. I’m fine w/it, aside from having my chili hidden for a few hours nothing at all happened to me. However, I managed to have him piss on himself, deflated his air mattress while hiding the pump, as well as mass text his friends from his phone…fast forward to last night…

I’m playing 10/20 at Bellagio and at 4 am I get a drunken video message from my roommate, allow me to share the video…
http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/video … 884&ref=mf

Apparently the truce is off. Honestly this was just bad druken judgment as the prank wasn’t that good(it took me 5 mins tops to put my bed back) and the wrath he will endure for breaking the truce will definately prove to make that prank a big mistake. My next plan is to run his car out of gas, but I’m not sure of how I want him to figure it out. I don’t think it will be that funny if his car just doesn’t start and I dont think it’ll be that funny if he figures out i emptied the tank, I need something a little more elaborate to go along w/it.

Anyway as far as poker goes I put in my 7th live session for the month yesterday(1 at 5/10 plo, 3 at 5/10 NL, and 3 at 10/20 NL) and booked my 4th 5k+ win and 6th winning session for the month. For the last 6 months or so I’ve really felt head and shoulders above my competition. I’m winning roughly 80%+ of my sessions and avg. about 200bbs/session. I attribute a lot of my recent success to the time and effort I’m putting into improving my game away from the table.

One quick hand from last night 10/20 session that was fun and allowed me to really take control of the table…

I open 1st mid w/7s7d to $80. TAG player flats from the button, weak player flats from bb.

Pot($250)
Flop: Qh 5h 3d.
weak player leads into me for $140. He had led into me earlier w/a bad draw where I had flopped the nuts so I’m fairly sure this is a bad draw again(64, 74, A4, A2). I flat planning to take it away on a safe turn. TAG insta calls. My read there is that he’s very unlikely to float light and just as unlikely to flat top pair or better in a 3 way pot where a reraise will at worst iso…most likely a bad FD.

Pot: $670
Turn: (Qh 5h 3d) 4s.
weak player checks I’m assuming done w/the hand. I decide to take the same line as if I were head up and shut the hand down now, esp. considering I improved.
I lead $420. TAG player tank calls, weak player folds.

Pot:$1510
River:(Qh 5h 3d 4s) As.
Total brick for all intensive purposes barring him having had the nut FD. I decide to check knowing he’s tight and will check down most of the hands that beat me. There is no made hand in his range he can be value betting the river w/outside of maaaaaaaybe A3h but even that he’ll check down half the time.
He snap bets $800.

I’m pretty sure I’m calling but I’d like some tells for re-enforcement. So I wait him out. After some time passes he casually wipes his hand over his mouth. Joe Navarro(the FBI guy from the WPT camps) wrote an article of how touching our mouths and nose are our natural ways to calm ourselves, it’s why babies suck their thumbs/binkis. Ok pretty sure he’s weak now, I then ask, “$600 right?” knowing it’s $800. He says “$800” in a very forceful voice. That sells it, it’s air… I call.
“nice call, I missed.” Tables 8h7h… I show the 7d7s to scoop and the table begins to chatter. From that hand on I had free reign over the table. Showing that hand down literally shut people down to just playing their hands straight forward against me allowing my bluff % to go way up and me paying off their hands % to go way down. In no way is this hand that above the rim or fundamentally sound, but the profit I am able to gain by showing I’m capable of something the table wasn’t prepared for is unmeasurable.

Derailment at its finest

Posted: March 19, 2009 in General
Ok so I had a rough night last night. I played too late and lost too much. Que cera cera. But days like today make me appriciate what we get away w/calling a career and the lifestyle that comes w/it. Let me explain…

So I’m exhausted when I wake up at 9 to watch the games(I hate sports on the west coast). To make matters worse my roomies are already showering themselves in bud light. By 2 o’clock they are all pretty life owned and decide it’s time to start messing w/the sober kid…

I’m minding my own business making myself chilli for dinner when my day derails. I finish my food and put it away only to find out moments later that it has disappeared. Now I don’t think I’ve painted a clear enough pic of what’s going on here; When I make chili I make enough for the week/the roomies if they want any. So we’re talking roughly a 10lb crock pot full of food vanished from existence. After 15 mins of “hot/cold” I find my meal. Ok haha it was kinda funny. 15 mins again it’s gone. Enter the beginnings of prank war ’09 Berkey vs the 3 stooges. As I type this my chili is still M.I.A. and I was locked in a closet for roughly 5 mins. In the meantime I’ve torn one of my roommate’s boxers off through the means of an atomic wedgie, I’ve sent a mass text from another’s phone claiming to have gotten a hooker prego, I tore all the cheese and toppings off of the pizza they ordered for dinner, and they don’t know it yet but there may or may not be a piece of raw chicken in each of their rooms in the beginning stages of rotting. On St. Patty’s day we had a war w/ping-pong balls, drilling each other in the face from close range(I still have welts on my back). I feel that this is merely the start of what could be a never-ending battle(my ego would never allow a truce). I’ll be sure to update the status of the hell that is my houseĀ :)

*Edit:
As I laid down to sleep I heard the beautiful sound of my roommate pissing all over himself, you see I unscrewed our bathroom light and ceran(sp?) wrapped the toilet. Soon after some rules were established…
1. no pranks during sleeping hours
2. no pranking things that go in our mouths

While the rules were being established my bed was flipped over