Thursday, 18 November 2010

[x] it's been a week

So I promised that I'd update my blog in a few days.

As pads just skyped me:

[x] been a week

So I guess I should update.

Ok, what's happened this week?


Wait, first, how has poker gone over here so far?

Tournaments:
played two (£70 outlay), bubbled two (both shoving button with AK into AA in BB or similar)

Cash: one session -- up about £150. (a buy in) should be a lot more, but I'm just playing nitty poker working out who the retards are and such (hint: if they're Spanish. Retard. Gibraltarian: 50/50, international: 30% retard, 70% solid reg)

So, yeah, working for a gaming company I just don't want to play that much poker right now, not when I'm thinking about it and talking about it 13 hours a day anyway.

What am I doing?

Eating out. Like every night. I cba with washing up and eating out is possible to do for as little as £10 (in the casino) for 3 courses and a beer.

I'm also just hanging round the casino (it's a real focal point for the entire company, after hours because it's just pretty cool) and chatting to colleagues and talking to people.

Good Things:


I interviewed the best candidate I've ever (in prolly like....50+ interviews so good sample size) interviewed for Customer Service today. My boss then insta-said let's make him a Team Lead, so we found some more operational support which we really need.

I referred a really good friend for a position in our company which I think he's perfect for. If you read this blog, you probably know who I'm talking about, but you might not know he applied, so I'll not ruin that for him.

Bad Things:

I was ill at the start of the week and now it's gg weekend caus I have so much to catch up on.

There you go Pads, a short update ;)

No more bad things.

Sunday, 7 November 2010

In which I don't post any photos because my phone is an arse....

So here we are then. Almost a week and a half after I left English shores, with, for the first time in my life, absolutely no idea of when I am going to return (hint: it won't be Christmas or New Year); I'm sitting in my room in my town centre apartment and reflecting on the time I've spent since I got out here to Gibraltar.

Firstly, let's recap the basics for those that don't know.

  • I've moved out to Gibraltar, a peninsula on Spain's southern tip and forms one half of (along with the Atlas mountains about 20km across the Med in Morocco) what the Greeks called the Pillars of Hercules on account of the big fucking rock here which is the focal point of the entire peninsula. 
  • I'm working for PokerStrategy.com in their Customer Service and Fraud Prevention Department. If you don't have an account, you really should check us out. We offer a unique value proposition to players and definitely worth a look. Ok, no more plugs. Promise.
  • I've lived abroad before but previously always had a definitive time frame of when I was coming back to the UK. Right now the plan is to stay here for 3 to 5 years, minimum, but beyond that, who knows.
The Day of the Flight

Obviously, I run super sick amazing and once again, just as it was for my interview, my flight is delayed by about 90minutes due to French twats striking again. So after I'm super tilted and a lot more travelling time than there needs to be I get picked up at Malaga Airport and we drive the 70 minutes or so to Gibraltar. I arrive to a really nice city centre apartment which I'm sharing with a guy from Hungary who is an intern in our editorial department but is also a coach for SnGs. On top of this, he's actually a cool guy too, although a little shy I guess.

At this point, I obv take some pictures but, and this is a theme throughout this blog entry, my phone has decided to delete them all. Which is awesome.


Very much a camera fail, obv. Anyway, I head to the casino and have some dinner in the evening and introduce myself to some of my new colleagues. Pretty nice evening and I head home just super excited.

The next couple of days:

Oh man oh man. Friday I spend the day basically exploring Gib and getting myself nice and orientated. It's pretty easy though when you're living in the centre of town and on one side you have a big fuck off rock and on the other you have the sea. This doesn't, however, stop me getting lost when I try and take a shortcut to the office on my second day. But we'll get to that, first though, it's the...

Halloween Party:

What can I say about this? Fucking hell, it was immense. These guys know how to party. I spent the day getting 'greened up' putting green make up all over my body and then adding my Frankenstein mask to complete the look. Basically we were halfway up the rock and we had a free bar all night. Thanks. I got absolutely battered and after about 12pm I have no idea what happened. I think I must have walked home. Down the mountain.  Pissed. In any event, I do know that when I got home my bedsheets (even post shower) were green, as were the walls in the hallway. Really need to get some paint to cover that up, actually. There's one nice part where you can tell I'm stumbling up the stairs because the paint is nicely in the shape of the crook of my arm as I've obviously staggered about.

Sunday, the best day as a Newcastle fan in a long time, and I missed it:

Ueber-hungover from that Halloween party I head for some lunch and then watch Newcastle smash Sunderland all over sipping on cokes in the casino. What a marvellous day. Needless to say I didn't really get up to much for the rest of the day as I had to start work the next morning, bright and earlyish at 9:30am. I must say, however, that not being in Newcastle that day really tilted me, and all the texts and emails I got made me a little homesick. Until I realised it was basically November and I was in 20 degree heat and having a lot of fun, obviously.

My working week:

Basically most days have involved 10 to 14 hours in the office and I think in total this week I've worked something close to 60 hours and it honestly doesn't feel like it at all. I've loved every second of it and never for even a split second have I been bored. Great people are what make great companies and here at PS we have a tonne of good people. I know this is easy to say after ten days or so but I haven't met a single person who I don't feel I can get on brilliantly with. Seriously, they are all top people and I feel really lucky. Professionally, I get on super well with my boss who shares the same vision I have for putting the departments on a more sound footing. Both CS and Fraud are young, immature departments (I don't mean that as a criticism at all, btw, I just mean that they are feeling the pain of having watched membership explode over the last 18 months or so) and they sometimes lack process in certain areas and there are a number of challenges that I have to face in order to make the service we provide to customers stellar. I have a pretty keen understanding of what the biggest pain points are now, though, so over the next 6 to 12 months I'm planning to solve them. But enough of that. Suffice it to say that I'm really looking forward to the challenge professionally over the mid- to long-term.

Overall:

If I told you every little detail of why I'm loving it out here I'd be blogging for months on end, so let me summarise:

  • Great apartment
  • Great people
  • Great challenges
  • Great environment (22deg in November, much?)
  • Great opportunities, both personally and professionally.
  • Super supportive company who really look after their staff with all sorts of goodness.
My next post will probably be in a couple of days, and I'll let you know how I've fared playing poker over here so far. (Spoiler: so so)

A chance conversation with an old friend that I had about 3 months ago when he encouraged me to apply to come and work here has developed into such a great opportunity and I'm grabbing it with both hands (including Friday night when I got absolutely battered) and I'm reminded that the world is full of wonderful opportunities if you only have the stones to go and seek them out. 

I am, of course, disgusted that I missed the NPF Champs, but I caught lots of it on the livestream and I'm so glad I did.

PS, an invitation:

Anyone is welcome to join me out here for a holiday or such, just drop me a mail.

Wednesday, 6 October 2010

Circus Nifty Fifty Report

So last night was the second leg of my three leg attempt to win the world. Here's how it went.

Caught up pre game with George Lawson, both Trett brothers and a few others and had some cracking banter as per. My starting table was pretty nice, and easier than the Asper's game. I'm in the 9 hole and the only players I recognise are Simmy in the one seat, Shaf, a circus cash reg in seat ten and Steven the teacher in seat 8.

First hand I find 66 and open the pot to 125 in what is basically the hijack and immediately get 3bet by Shaf to 525. Everyone else folds and I tell him Aces good, fold and he shows AA. Yip. Nice hand sir.

A little later it folds to Stephen in the SB and he completes. He basically dares me to shove. I do with KK. Nice life. He instamucks. Sigh.

I wanna talk about a hand that I wasn't involved in at all, in the first level where I felt both players played it pretty turbo good. Simmy opens the hijack to 200 and gets flatted by CO before button makes it 400. I instaput button on QQ+, caus I think his button min-3bet range in the first level must just be really small, it's almost always a raise to induce. Simmy calls as does the button. At this point we've got a 1275 pot at 25/50 and we didn't see the flop yet. I perk up and start watching more intently.

Flop is JJx and Simmy fires 700 or so, CO folds and Button (who I'm reliably informed is called 'Waspy' and a good UK Circuit pro, but we'll get to that in a bit) calls pretty quickly. Simmy then bets 1500 on the most inconsequential turn ever, like a 4 or something and gets called pretty quickly. The river is an offsuit Ten and Simmy thinks for about 0.3 seconds and just jams 7.5k or so into a 5.5k pot (numbers might not quite add up, but he's definitely overbet the pot on the end).

In my head, this is what happens....."ssssssssssssssssssssssssick, Simmy's fucking flops quads. It's the only hand he can play like this. He almost always VBs all other Jacks a set of Tens for tens full too...wowowowow, he's put V on KK or AA like me (he now can't have queens as he prolly raises the turn and he almost never has a Jack because he'd raise the turn (put a flushdraw out there)) wow, sick, what a great bet. V can almost never put Simmy on a Jack here. Like, never. All his small Jack's he check calls, all his big Jack's he VBs river, not shoved. Sick hand."

V is in the tank, and the longer he tanks the more I rule out KK from his range, he pretty much has only AA now because he's already called with a Jack and already mucked KK. V plays well to pass caus it's really hard to think Simmy has a Jack there and as Simmy goes to muck I say 'show me the quads, Simmy, you had quads, right?' and Simmy, with the most surprised look on his face ever says 'yeah, I did, actually..' and shows em.

Must be nice to deal yourself Quads Simmeister. I actually said to him that I didn't think he had that level. That's such an advanced play to shove the river there because most people would probably check or lead really small looking to get value. The way Simmy and I both thought about the hand (since we discussed it, obv) was that he *never* gets raised on the end, unless V has Tens full, which is unlikly given the min-raise pre and the call on the turn being like instaquick so therefore he can bet like 2500 pretty profitably and gets called most of the time. He can check, but he rarely gets lead into either, I think. So basically a smallish vb of 2000 to 2500 seems optimal, but think of the long term. Effective stacks are like 7500. He only needs to get called with his overshove like 1/3 of the time to make it breakeven cEV-wise when he bets 2500 on the end (assuming V *never* folds) vs 7500. I actually think that he gets called a lot more often than 1/3, and unfortunately Simmy ran into a player capable of making a great fold. Additionally, I feel that since it's so much harder to put Simmy on even a bare Jack with an overshove, vs what it might be with a smaller value bet, that he probably makes 2500 more chips everytime he overbets than when he just leads.

I hope that makes sense.

For my part, I make a nice little stack mainly by reading the game well and valuebetting 4th pair a couple of times, lose a bit back making a slightly lose call with QJcc against AQo AIpF when dude had opened every pot since the start of 200/400. Maybe slightly loose against the range I guess, but I can't raise fold my hand and I'd already raised. Anyway, I go through the blinds and such and I make it to 300/600 when I'm in the BB with 8.5k (never higher than 14k) and Waspy (V from quads hand, covers me by about 6 or 7k) opens to 2k in EMP. He's been pretty tight for a while, but when I look at Aces I don't really start to think about my hand. I wanna play for stacks and the best way to do that is call and jam any nice looking flop. I do, and duely jam on KJx, 2 spades. He calls, after a very long tank, pretty sure I induced it by looking superweak, allsorts of reverse tells going on (looking away then insta-looking at his chips when he put his hand on them, etc) and he announced Merry Christmas ans shows AJdd. Jack on the turn, nice life. Can't win 90%ers. Meh.

I think it's a pretty good call against the range I'm suppose to have there to be honest. Poker's about making your opponent make mistakes and I think he made a pretty big one there, caus of the way I played the hand. Meh, sometimes slowplaying works, sometimes it doesn't. I'm still happy with how I played. Not too happy with how I reacted to the beat. Like a bit of a dick, actually. Sorry Waspy. I find out later he's a UK circuit pro and if I'm making a player of that caliber make a mistake then I'm doing something right.

Bring on Saturday and the longer levels and wowowowowow am I gonna crush. Hard. Suits my game down to the ground.

Tuesday, 5 October 2010

Aspers Nifty Fifty Report

So here we are again.

Since I'm moving abroad I'm a complete money nit at the minute, but still really wanted to play the 'big 3' tournaments this month:

1. Asper's Nifty Fifty £500 Added
2. Circus Nifty Fifty £1000 Added
3. Circus Deepstack Fifty £500 Added

With my nitting in mind, I quickly sold some action in the spread of games and once again Nemesis backed me and was joined by Knerrad in completing out the £100 stake at 60/40 return in their favour.

So last night was the first of the spread and I rocked up to get a nice starting table of several retards, one studenty aggro online player, Rosco and Rachel Costa. I'm stuck in the 3 hole between Rosco and Rachel and looking forward to the fun.

Within the first level I 3bet AK twice and fold on Jxx and Qxx boards to retards who so obviously had AJ and KQ that I wanted to spew a little. I'm annoyed and then when I have to fold JJ on a QxxT board against QTo lol I'm down to about 5k from the 8k starting stack and get a little tilty when this hand occurs.

AggroStudent makes it 150 UTG and I pick up two separate weakness tells so folded to me in the Hijack I threebet in the dark. The button (complete looooon, lost most of his stack already) calls and I'm not concerned about him at all. The flop comes down K9Tr and I get checked to. I sneakily checked a peek at 88 and lead 2/3s pot. I get shoved on by the button and, as predicted, the aggrostudent folds. Unfortunately it's only like 90p more into 80mirrrion so I call and get shown K4s. Nice life. 8 on the turn is pretty sweet though.

Still within the first level there are two limpers and Aggro makes it 375 in MP. Rosco flats the SB and I find a nice life with AA in the BB. I make it 1275 and then get a speech about respect from first limper (who folds QJcc...lol pls call?) AggroStudent then tank folds, which annoys me, I thought my 3bet with 88 (he doesn't know I was blind) would get me a 4bet like 80% of the time here. To my absolute surprise Rosco then sticks half his stack in. As Dan Trett said to me last night, I can't really continue in the hand without turning my hand faceup whichever way I play it, so I just jam and somehow Rosco folds. I still don't know what he had, he has to call with like all his bluffs given the odds so I guess it was a hand like QQ/KK since he wasn't getting 4 to 1 to call with those (since I always have AA here). Although I don't squeeze that often, he can be playing smallball with QQ/KK. Flop is AKx anyway so I either get em all or none on the flop so shoving pre prolly the best line.

From then, I go pretty card dead for about 80 years. Standard, and can't find any spots. At the break I have 15k, and after the break I'm just finding onehand per orbit to steal the blinds with, including 64dd UTG+1 which was pretty nice. At 300/600 I call a 4bet jam vs Aggro with AJo (same weakness tell as before) and he shows the same hand, and then at 400/800 I get AQs UTG and run into BB with...AQ lol chop chop...

Anyway, I then open to 2200 with A8ss in the hijack looking for my onehand per round, get shoved on for 4k, call and lose a race vs 55. Down to about 8k at this point which is 10BB with blinds about to go up.  Next round OTB Aggro opens and, again, I know he's weak. T8dd is a standard resteal there, BB passes like AJ and Aggro sigh calls with A9o. I flop the OESD, turn a flushdraw and have 20 outs going to the river. I don't run good enough and I'm out.

Pretty happy with how I played and a couple of times early if boards come Axx (with AK vs AJ) and not Jxx then I get stacks. Just sucks when you can't run well at all (8s aside lol).

Still. Off we go tonight with leg II of Mulhuzz's plan to bink.

Peace,

--huzz

Monday, 4 October 2010

T Minus 20 or So Days...

So it looks like I'll be starting in Gibraltar on November 1st, which probably means flying out there in about 20 days time. GG me.

Thursday, 30 September 2010

In which I run really goood...

So I've been offered the job. Working for PokerStrategy.com, although I can't say much more right now.

Just need to work out a transition at work and then I'll be off to Gibraltar to live, work and play. Couldn't be more delighted.

Shipppppp ze looooot!

--huzz

In which I basically retire from live poker in Newcastle....

So last night I play Circus £20 doublechance and take all my chips at the start. Like an orbit in basically one of only 3 competent players at the table opens to 225 after a couple of limps from the CO, and I make it 725 behind with KK in the SB. He tank makes it 2100 leaving himself about 3k behind and I just jam.

I 3bet small because V is a good player, I guess. I don't know his name, but I think he might be Celia's boyfriend, maybe? Or something. Nice guy anyway. The point is he's capable of recognising my shove as being airy too, which only makes sense if I 3bet small. He has AKhh and sigh calls. There's an Ace in the window but somehow I find the one outer on the turn.

Stephen the Teacher is at my table and has been talking non-stop. I put Phil Collins on Spotify and I cans still hear him, so I change to Paramore, and that's a little better ;) For reference, most of the time I don't mind Stephen. He talks a lot, but is basically harmless and a lot of the time he's just such dead money it's ridic, so ofc I don't mind playing with him. For some reason though he's really tilting me. At 25/50 he makes it 700 and I call from my huge stack with 66 on the button. Bear in mind, I know 100% that Stephen has TT/JJ here, but I'm looking for nice boards to bluff or to set mine. On a Q35 board he leads 2k and I jam thinking I had loadsa fold equity. As ever, his overbet is 'I'm scared of something having got there already' but he calls announcing 'I think you have a Q but I can't fold'. I tell him he can fold, ofc, but he doesn't. No miracle 6ball and I'm back to 11k or so. (He had JJ, obv).

A couple of hands later I raise TT to 175 and get called in 4 spots. I cbet a AA9 board, get called by Gladys, check call the turn and a K on the river means I'm check folding. Gladys has like King high there a lot and I got rivered I think. Anyway, another small pot lost.

Some hands later I open early without looking at my cards simply because it's Stephen's big blind and he threebets me to 600. I instacall looking strong. I also think he has a small pair from his demeanour (I mean, it's not hard to read him).

Flop is 356ddd. He overbets the pot again, I look at my cards and decide, meh, this is prolly a set but his batshit bet just gave me equity to jam in this spot with my Jd4s. I jammed 8k or so and he SNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPS with.... 4d4h. Brilliant. Players can't pass a 4high flush draw. Mint. Obviously I brick and I'm out in the first level.

Well played Mulhuzz. Keep forgetting that you never have fold equity against retards.

Well, on the the NPF Champs in November, still no job news :(, and playing the £3r at the G tonight to get drunk. Excellent.

--Huzz