Poll of the Week

I don’t know about you, but over the past couple of months I’ve noticed a change in Sir Alex Ferguson. He appears more relaxed, less angry in general and he hasn’t been complaining about the whole world and everything in it quite as much lately. Nor has he been getting irritated by interviewers’ silly questions, even after massively important games which haven’t gone Utd’s way. He even berated Ashley Young for his diving! And quite right too. In short he has actually become……reasonable! So what on earth could be the driving force behind this? How is it that a character like Alex Ferguson can suddenly change the way they behave at 70?

It has puzzled me no end but I’m a firm believer that there’s a reason for everything. And the only rational explanation I can think of is that he is planning to call it a day.  This being the case, he will have mentally taken his foot off the pedal and is more chilled out.  Or so the theory goes.

Thinking about it, it would be a very logical time to retire. With City taking the title on Sunday the order is changing. This would be the perfect time to hand over to a young gun at the top of his game – say Jose Mourinho – to combat the threat of money bags City as Fergie heads into old age. It probably won’t be a popular thing to say, but I’m just thinking out loud here.  And of course this has nothing to do with the 5/1 I got in December 2009 about Mourinho becoming the next Man Utd manager.

The two clubs have got a track record for keeping mega deals top secret (ie Ronaldo), despite Fergie’s quip that he “wouldn’t sell them a virus”.   So it could happen sooner than you think.

Of course, now that they lost to City the way they did he probably won’t do anything of the sort and will turn up next season more fired up than ever. We’ll see soon enough.

Answer this week’s poll and leave a comment with your Twitter username to be in with a chance of winning a €11 Irish Winter Festival token!

Congratulations to @pcbunter for winning last week’s poll. I hope you all backed Papa Cisse to get the goal of the season as I suggested. But judging by the comments I don’t think many of you did!

 

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You’ve never had it so good! Actually….

Amazing super smashing great. And all that jazz.

I’m talking about yesterday’s end to the Premier League season of course.  So enthralling, so exciting…and that’s despite the fact I can’t stand City OR Utd.

Of course, we all expected City to clinch the title and Bolton to get relegated at the other end, so really everything went to form. But who would have thought it would take two goals in injury time for it to happen?   It must have been all the more galling for Man Utd – or delightful depending how you look at it – that their game had finished and they were stood about for a full minute as “champions”….. before it was all snatched away thanks to the heroics of Twitter’s bravest poet  Joey Barton.  Wp.gg. ty.lol. you total MUG.

What a cruel game it can be.

Hilariously, some disgruntled City fans left the stadium when they were losing 2-1. And serve you right – I have sub-zero sympathy for you.   I bet they’ll never make that mistake again. Then again there’ll probably never be a comparable situation  in their lives to make a mistake like it.

Here was the Premier League actually living up to the hype. So exciting it could have stirred up emotions you didn’t even know you had – or just rekindled old ones, like how much you want to spank Noel Gallagher in the face with a brick. But after the national outpouring of amazement and wide eyed joy that this is as good as it can possibly ever get in the whole world EVER, today I felt a little shrug and a feeling of “big deal” come over me.

Because for those of us who like the occasional bet…. we get this excitement in our lives all the time! Seriously, yesterday was just average, not even a 7 on the Punters’ Richter scale.

Don’t get me wrong. There are downs as well as ups and it’s not always good financially.  I’m just saying that the people raving about yesterday should step into our world once in a while.  Every other week we’ll have some coupon flushed down the shitter because of a last second equaliser or some horrific penalty decision. But then there are the heroic fight backs where some great score is landed, judgement is vindicated and you’ve got the bookie’s money to prove it. Then there’s the bitter losing streaks followed by serious introspection.  The ecstasy, the agony.

You think football can be a cruel game? You should try punting. Punting is the hardest game in the whole world and the easiest money you ever made all at the same time.

Watching goal of the season last night with a mate who has been known to have the odd flutter shall we say, some stunning goal would fly in and he’d wince and say “oooh, that one cost us an absolute fortune”.  The hard core punter will remember all these occasions exactly as if he were back there on that day.  He has perfect recall. He is reliving the moment.  The two Alans on Match of the Day - Shearer and Hansen, were watching the same goals flying in barely registering a flicker on their emotional radars (if they possess such a thing).

I suppose my point is this. For all it’s risks punting makes you feel ALIVE. Just like you did yesterday. We run the gamut of emotion all the time.  To those wide eyed commentators who are saying yesterday’s Premiership was “the best Premiership ever” I agree with them – it was. Just that we get that excitment every other week.

To the discerning punter, what went down yesterday was a solitary stitch in one single thread of life’s rich tapestry.

Are our lives enriched for all this excitement?  Or are we poorer for not being able to identify true sporting excitement when it smacks us in the face?

Well that depends on your point of view I suppose.  Me?  I tell you categorically it is the former.

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Friday’s Caption Competition

It’s Friday again and that can only mean one thing: it’s Caption Competition time. But first, the password for tonight’s Freddie Mays Bounty tournie at 8pm is:

 relegate

Here’s today’s caption to get working with: when it all goes wrong for Steve Kean in the rain.

 

 

You might think I’m being a bit harsh on Steve Kean at his lowest ebb here – and you’d be right! But there’s just something incredibly amusing about the whole Blackburn/Venky/Kean triumvirate, so I’m not letting up just because he got relegated.

And before you think the worst of me, just know that I’ve backed him at 100/30 to be the Blackburn manager on the first day of next season, so I am in fact rooting for him to keep his job and keep us amused for another year!

I suppose we ought to thank the hapless Steve Mclaren for one thing at least. When everything is going wrong for your team and the rain is lashing down, at least you don’t get to witness your manager standing around the touch line under the shelter of an umbrella any more.

The winner of this week’s competition will receive an €11 token to an Irish Winter Festival satellite. Please submit your entry to @paddypowerpoker on Twitter. 

Congratulations to last weeks winner @theblackrose84 – who won last week’s competition with ‘if it looks like a chicken, sounds like a chicken, then its good enough to b blackburn manager’.

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It’s not Darts you know

A few weeks ago I wrote about a hand where early on in a tournie I 3-bet AQs pre flop and the next player shoved all in so I ended up folding. This induced guffaws and laughter from the initial raiser, who claimed in the chat box that he was “LMAO”. Now I doubted he was really sitting there “laughing his arse off” like it was the funniest thing he’d ever seen, especially since he’d folded too and just lost some chips. But I decided to take a look at the play afterwards in any case.

And after doing so I decided the fold was perfectly OK. I’ll 3-bet AQs but I won’t die with it on level one. But this particular opponent just wouldn’t let it lie, claiming he had never seen such terrible play.

Now I admit I’m not the best loser and I might put out a few a few sarky “WP” s when someone cracks my pocket Kings when they call off their whole stack with QJs. But this bloke takes the table captain chat thing to a whole new level. Every time he loses a pot he has some remark or other to make. In his mind he has never made a mistake and every pot he loses is due to the bad play of the opponent.

He is the ultimate smart arse and he also berates players with stats he got from PTR or Sharkscope – stats which I know for a fact are wrong because he’s done it to me.

Best of all the other day he told the table that he is a “very fine player” and a “top class player”.  Anyone boasting he is a top class player in a $33 double or nothing sit n go probably isn’t.  But to prove the point he called a massive all in overbet of about 1500 chips on a flop of A72 when there was about 200 in the pot.

With JJ!

And he was losing to KK! Now that really was LMAO funny.

In short he’s a real weirdo and it’s perfectly possible that he doesn’t play poker for the money or for recreational fun but just to chatter away mindlessly to an “audience” that ignores him or despises him (or both.)

Well he was at it again the other day.

There I was minding my own business in another $33 tournie. I’d noticed he was at the table but he hadn’t said anything (yet) and I wasn’t going to start a conversation with him. With blinds at 30-60 I raised 3 BBs to 180 and everyone folded.

“Hey Freddie it isn’t darts”, he piped up.

“What’s he on about?” I thought

“Beg your pardon?” I asked, foolishly letting my curiosity get the better of me. I should have just let him talk to himself.

“It’s not darts – your raise to 180”.

Jesus – so now he’s criticising pre flop raise sizes? I’ve heard it all now.

“Do what?” I asked rudely.

“3*BB raise is so 1993”

Joker. As if he was even playing poker in 1993.  Besides, if it’s wrong to raise 3*BB now then presumably it was also wrong 5 years ago, or 19 years ago, or whenever? All he’s done is latched on to the trend of players making smaller pre flop raises and decided that this is the way things should be. So I said to him:

“Eh?” two letters probably being more than a waste of time and energy on the twerp.

“You should raise 2.5 BBs MAXIMUM preflop” he explained.

This is just great. So now he decides how much I should raise? What he fails to recognise is that if everyone played like he does – and in his mind there is only one correct play in every situation – we would all play the same game and everything would be completely predictable. The whole point of poker is that people have different styles and the best players are the ones who can adapt to other styles. This means working them out and not just berating people when they do something differently to you.

Anyway, on the subject of raise sizes it is true that preflop raise are getting smaller these days, but this tends to be at higher blinds rather than at the lower blind levels.

During the during the recent iSeries live I heard Daniel Negreanu vehemently criticise Phil Hellmuth for raising with pocket 3s to 3k (blinds were 500-1000) when he only had a 14,000 stack and folding to a reraise.  Negreanu’s point was he should raise smaller because you’ll lose less when you fold to a raise, if that’s what you are planning on doing. And the other guy won’t act any differently to a 2.5 BBs, for example, or so the theory goes.

But I reckon this has gone too far. Raise sizes seem to have fallen and fallen right down to the bare bones – the minimum raise.  The amount of min raising I see these days is just bonkers. When you min raise you give the big blind 3 ½ to 1 odds. (Say the blinds are 50-100 and you raise to 200 – he has to call 100 to win 350 chips.)

And when there are antes the odds are even bigger! You could be giving the big blind circa 9/2 odds and even out of position that is some price with anything like a decent hand.  I would say that a very good player can call with any two at this price, even out of position.

If you are min raising, or making just slightly larger raise to say 2.1 or 2.2 BBs, particularly with smaller pairs like 22-88 I just think you are opening yourself up for trouble.

Well that’s just my opinion. But rightly or wrongly, if you continuously min raise my big blind I’m going to call you, especially if there are antes, so don’t get upset when you lose to some very strange hands!

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Hand of The Week – Week 41

They say “there’s nowt so queer as folk” and this short hand will show this to be true (as well as the fact I do get lucky once in a while)

I was playing my standard 6 seater sit n go of the double or nothing variety.  Three of us would double up and three would lose our buy in. We were all alive still but I had taken a couple of early hits so my starting stack of 1500 was reduced to a measly 710 chips.  The blinds were 30/60 and I was in the small blind.

I was dealt the mighty 46o and it was folded round to the button (940 chips), who just limped for 60. I completed in the small blind and the big blind (with 1370 chips) dutifully checked his option, a decision I’m sure he would come to regret.

The flop came 7s 6c 6s – Bingo! The action was on me.

For some reason I just led out. I’m not sure why because I slow play this sort of hand nearly all the time and just check but I definitely did lead out on the flop. Perhaps I’d been getting stiffed a lot on drawy boards and decided to play it fast.

Anyway, the big blind called, the button folded and the 10h came on the turn. The pot was 540 and I was heads up with the big blind.

I kept up the good work and led out again, for 405.  (Note to self – WTF am I doing – I only had 470 chips left?)

Ignoring the amount for now, the fact I bet again is OK. There’s an argument for slowing down and inducing him to make a move at the pot – but looking at the board, it really is draw infested now – there’s a straight possibility already there and any 5, 8, 9 or spade is bad for me. So the bet is OK.

But as for betting 405 when I only have 470 left – what sort of a play is that? I do wonder sometimes when I look at the way I play hands in my hand replayer if the water supply has been contaminated with crack cocaine.

My only explanation is that I went on autopilot and forgot I was short stacked. 405 is exactly ¾ of the pot so I probably just hit that button without realising I had so few chips left.

Anyway, he raises me and of course I call off my last 65 chips (65 to win 1350 – think I’m just about getting good enough odds with my trips!)

And he shows me the good news – pocket 7s for a flopped full house!

Grrrr – he’d been slow playing me.

But guess what – miracles do happen and I rivered the 6h for quads!

Now I’m on 1480 and he’s got 720 chips and I’m right back in it.

Acknowledging my ridiculous good fortune I said in the chat box “Wow, 1 outer, very ul there mate, sorry about that”

But just the second it appeared in the chat window his own comment appeared.

“You effing retard, you donk” and I wish I hadn’t bothered apologising.

Haha, you gotta laugh. I’m a crippled short stack and I’m lucky enough to find trips. I’m not going to hang around and wait for a better spot than that!

Who knows, perhaps he expected me to fold to his raise on the turn when I was down to 65 chips!

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Poll of The Week

I thought I was seeing things last night as I was browsing through the bookies’ prices for Premiership Goal of the Season. Peter Crouch was the 10/11 fav for goal of the season.

Now I know the Crouch goal was a stunner but this particular odds compiler had priced the ridiculous banana swerve goal Papa Cisse scored at Chelsea last week at 11/8! Not even favourite to win!

Further, as if to underline his ineptitude, he hadn’t even priced up Hatem Ben Arfa’s goal in the list of 10! Shurley shome mishtake? (So I’m putting him in the list of answers regardless.)  So this week’s poll of the week is : who will win goal of the season? Answer this week’s poll and leave a comment with your Twitter username to be in with a chance of winning a €11 Irish Winter Festival token!

The price is now 5/4 from 11/8 – could be something to do with me.  The bookie in question is SportingBet.

Congratulations to @TweetingRichy for winning last week’s poll.

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Friday’s Caption Competition

And so begins a glorious bank holiday weekend. Of course that means it is Friday’s Caption Competition again and this week the winner will receive an Irish Winter Festival satellite token worth €11. So get those captions in.

By the way, the password for the Freddie Mays Bounty tournament at 8pm tonight is:

venkyout 

The reason I’ve chosen that for the password is because I still haven’t stopped laughing since Monday when I read the this quote from Blackburn Rovers director, Vineeth Rao:

“Even if the club got relegated, which is not in our thoughts, we are not planning to sell.”

When you consider he made the comment on Sunday – after Rovers managed not one single shot on or even off target while losing to Spurs – it’s not difficult to see why the Blackburn faithful are so utterly furious.

“Not in our thoughts”. Come on – you’re 1-66 to go down!

So with that ridiculous statement in mind, I thought I would choose this as today’s caption:

Remember, the winner of this week’s competition will receive this wonderful €11 token to an Irish Winter Festival satellite. Please submit your entry to @paddypowerpoker on Twitter. 

Congratulations to @JMS39112190 for winning last week’s competition with the entry – “Too many ‘Tika-taka’ tacos + tequila”

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