that's poker

bien que je sois totalement ailleurs en ce moment, des parties ont lieu tous les soirs à la maison...et je joue mal en ce moment même très mal...et quand je joue mal, j'ai des mauvaises cartes...donc quand sur 25 mains, six s'ouvrent sur THE HAMMER (7 et 2 dépareillés) vous vous dites, au bout d'un moment qu'il faut la jouer!

 

et parfois, quand vous jouez ça...ben votre tapis s'amenuise encore. 

 

Valet/3 me paraîssait aussi beau qu'une paire d'As et je m'suis retrouvée à jouer n'importe quoi, à bluffer à outrance alors qu'un autre joueur floppait doubles paires sur brelans sur suite sur couleur sur full...courronant le tout par un carré de valets!

 

bref, y en avait un à la table qui lui aussi jouait toutes les mains, mais parce qu'elles étaient toujours bonnes.

 

j'ai donc du faire une petite 10aine de tapis pré-flop à l'aveugle (ne faites JAMAIS ça). Quand tout le monde se couchait (bien que je les encourageais à suivre vu que je savais que mes mains étaient mauvaises) je retournais donc 9/4, 8/3 ou 7/2 (véridique, j'ai des témoins de tte façon.)

 

J'ai été suivie deux fois cependant...découvrant respectivement un As la première fois, et un Roi la deuxième.

 

j'en étais presque triste pour les autres qui avaient bien vu que j'avais que des mains de merde tout le temps et qui se retrouvaient à payer mon tapis!

 

mais dès que je retournais mes cartes avant de faire tapis et que j'essayais de jouer bien une main, les cartes revenaient, aussi laides que d'habitude et le fameux adversaire au rush éternel touchaient de nouveau des flops incroyables.

 

j'ai donc céder mon tapis et suis partie faire un guitar hero ^^

 

bref, en fait je voulais pas raconter tout ça à la base!

 

j'voulais vous mettre deux autres pubs de fulltiltpoker à savoir une avec Phil Ivey et une avec Matusow.

 

Phil Ivey est sur la première, c'est le black et il faut savoir que, parmi tous les prix qu'il a remporté, il a également obtenu celui du joueur le plus redouté!

 

c'est un joueur qui ne parle jamais. il regarde et regarde et regarde absolument tout ce qui se passe. le tapis, les joueurs, rien ne lui echappe et nombre de joueurs, de fans et de commentateurs pairaient cher pour savoir ce qui se passe dans sa tête. il parle ici, mais il fallait bien une pub pour nous convaincre qu'il n'était pas muet parce qu'en règle général c'est "un hibou" (dixit d'autres joueurs). c'est clair qu'il est pas très fun à regarder, mais il est impressionnant. enfin en tout cas, j'l'adore. :)

à l'opposé de Phil quasiment, il y a Mike "The Mouth" Matusow. expert en trashtalk, réputé pour ses colères et sa mauvaise lecture, il n'en est pas moins un personnage unique dans cet univers qui se démarque des autres "sales gosses et champions" Phil Hellmuth et Tony G.

 

Matusow, j'peux pas m'empêcher de l'aimer...parce que beaucoup se moquent de lui et ne l'écoutent même pas quand il parle. Seul Negreanu lui répond et le remet à sa place. il lui parle vraiment et lui dit les choses en face quand les autres se taisent et rient de lui dans son dos...

 

mais faut bien admettre que c'est un sacré phénomène! et même s'il est parfois absolument odieux à une table, ça reste un joueur que je respecte. il est loin d'être parmi les meilleurs...les Hansen, les Ivey, les Farha ou les Negreanu mais il s'accroche et se défend avec hargne pour gagner sa place tout en haut.

 

ouais je l'aime bien!

 

le voici donc avec ses lunettes noires, contre Allen Cunningham.  

 

Read my Hand

 

Let me cross the speed limit on those sailing boats,

no time for playing with ducks and crabs

i wanna see the sunset strip, reach that road 66 before the snowmen take over

and the winter take over,

this day might cost me some dimes

but i wanna follow the hooks and hang with them

i'm afraid they only love twin sisters

what am i gonna do?

While those cowboys want german virgins

i remain alone and lonely, with only rockets in my hand.

And yet i wanted to play dangerously with a hammer...

Old Man With an Earring

(about poker) 

"When I was growing up, the majority of the professionals in my game were also very young. As I've said in past columns, we all became close friends. The live ones were usually older businessmen taking the day off or playing during their lunch breaks, except for one guy we simply called "old man with an earring."
His real name was Evan Weiner, and he was a regular in the game. He didn't "need" the money, but he played to win, nonetheless. Evan was quite a character, and was very witty and intelligent, yet if you rubbed him the wrong way, he had no patience for you. I guess he just had a problem with stupid people, I don't know.

Anyway, when he first started playing poker at the charity casinos in Toronto, he had excellent results. At that time, it was common to see 10 or 11 players take a flop. It was not a hard game to beat if you knew anything at all about hold'em. Eventually, though, the live ones in Toronto either went broke or learned a little more about the game and survived. That made the games a little tougher - simply "playing good cards" just wouldn't cut it anymore - especially at Fundtime (the place where we played).

After a while, it was clear to Evan that he was outclassed in our game. He missed far too many bets and was far too readable to the young hotshot players. He would either have to learn to play stronger and more aggressively, or find another place to play. The holes in his game were just too big to overcome against tough competition. Evan was no quitter, though; he wasn't going to let these young punks push him around for too long!

All of the young pros had a unique relationship with Evan. We didn't see him as an "old man with an earring"; we respected him and saw him as a good friend. He'd often join us after a day's play for dinner, or sometimes to watch a game.

Now, Evan knew that he wasn't the best poker player in the world - nor did he claim to be. That was one of his strongest attributes. He didn't take offense to criticism, he actually listened! That enabled him to really soak up a lot of information that made him a much better poker player. It wasn't long before Evan was back on the winning track. As I said, he didn't need the money, but he wouldn't tolerate being a loser - no way!

We didn't exactly give Evan lessons, he just became more observant. He really started to pay attention and tried to understand what the better players in the game were doing, and why the things they were doing worked. Occasionally, he asked one of us if we thought he played his hand correctly, and we had no problem discussing it with him. I know, I know, don't educate, but we liked having Evan around. He was a fun guy to have in the game, and more importantly, he was our friend.

To be honest, I was never threatened by Evan. In fact, watching him improve as a player didn't upset me at all. I was happy to see him "figure it out." Watching his improvement as a player made me realize one important thing about poker - one thing of which I had to be aware if I was ever going to be truly successful: Never let your ego interfere with the improvement of your game. Accept the fact that you have much to learn about poker, and that you'll never truly master the game. At every stage of your poker career, you will continuously be learning. Those who stop learning are left behind. Evan realized this and it paid off. Rather than call the young players "lucky," he tried to understand what they were doing better than he. It's much easier to be bitter about losing and blame it on "young luck." You have no idea how many times I've heard this: "When I was your age, kid, I used to make every hand, too. When you get to be my age, though, you won't make all them flushes." Blah, blah, blah. How moronic is that?

Take responsibility for your results. If they aren't as good as you'd like them to be, do something about it! Get a mentor, read a book, study the best player in your game - do something! Learn a lesson from Evan, and check your ego at the door. You'll be surprised what you can learn if you allow yourself to accept criticism from a friend who may be able to help you. Sometimes it's good to have a friend help you fine-tune your game when things are looking dismal. When things are going badly, you may develop bad habits that you may not be aware of, but that are obvious to your opponents. Hopefully, your friends will see them and be willing to help you when you're down. I know that my friends certainly did, and I thank all of them."

 

Daniel Negreanu Card Player Magazine, volume 14, n°10.