Location: Allan Street Poker Syndicate
Attendance: Neil, Chris, Drake, Bob, Miller, Marsh (aka, Smiley)
I have to level with you all – I was seriously drunk/stoned last night and I am having great diffuculty recalling what the fuck actually happened. So you will have to just live with what I can remember.
A small but determined band of merry men joined card battle in the confines of Neil’s living room (early tense switch, yes). While short on numbers, the limited presence allowed for many different games to be played early and often.
Early rounds of Hold ‘Em and Omaha saw Chris lose a couple of buy-ins rather quickly as Bob built a fairly nice stack. Drake played his lone $10 investment protectively, and Smiley made a few early moves that didn’t work out so well. Miller’s fortunes were up and down, and Neil was forced into an early rebuy but levelled off nicely.
Chris continued a string of bad luck/bad calls as Bob’s stack continued to grow handsomely. Stud games saw Smiley turn his first rebuy into a fairly nice chuck of change off a couple of big hands, and Miller started to steady himself after a series of rebuys. Drake took Chris and Neil to school with a massive Omaha hand to the tune of $40 or so, which turned Drake into big stack all of a sudden. Bob’s luck started to run out (likely linked to his heroic intake of beer) and soon he was running short. Neil was scrambling to recover his losses and began to bleed chips onto the table, while Chris saw his fifth buy-in sucked out of his grasp.
Heading into Crazy Games, Chris was talked back into the game for $20, a move that would later pay dividends. Federation Day, Choose Your Own Adventure, The Four Whores, Garbage Day, Rain Main, Pregnant Cows, Slaughterhouse, The Curse of Ricardo Monteban and a new game called Witch Hunt all made showings. Omaha variation s of several Crazy Games made them even crazier than before, which was thrilling and insane all at the same time.
Drake sucked sizable hands out of both Bob and Miller, eventually resulting in Bob totally busting out. Neil was cleaned out for the third time and was forced into a rebuy for the crazy games. Smiley was cautious with his stack, as he was unfamiliar with some of the games and seemed content to hang onto most of his chips. Chris shrewdly parlayed his latest $20 investment into $40, reducing the sting of an otherwise poor night. Drake hauled in a few more hands till Neil was again cleaned out for the fourth time. With the night drawing to a close around 2:30 a.m., a few card cuts and some discussion over the pot being $5 light (I wasn’t in charge of the money or chips, for the record), the games drew to a close.
Big Winner: Drake, with +$55 off a single $10 buyin.
Big Loser: Neil with -$40 (I’m always Big Something, it seems)
Gutsy Move of the Night: Chris laying down another $20 after already being $50 in the hole, and recouping enough to only end up -$30 for the night
Big Hand: Drake’s Jacks Over full house cleaning this shit out of Chris and Neil in a $40+ hand of Omaha.
Worst Idea of the Night: Drake convincing Neil to order massively large donairs at 3:20 a.m., which literally made them both lose their fucking minds and shaved several years off their respective lifespands
Science Content: A well-known side effect of alcohol is lowering inhibitions. Areas of the brain responsible for planning and motor learning are dulled. A related effect, caused by even low levels of alcohol, is the tendency for people to become more animated in speech and movement. This is due to increased metabolism in areas of the brain associated with movement, such as the nigrostriatal pathway. This causes reward systems in the brain to become more active, and combined with reduced understanding of the consequences of their behavior, can induce people to behave in an uncharacteristically loud and cheerful manner. Also, if you are Bob, getting hammered leads to you making insane calls and losing all your money.
Quote of the Night: “That’s why I’m all about boning chick’s minds … subliminally!” – uttered by Bob during some Dry Ice induced rant about mentally controlling women or something, I was too drunk to recall properly.
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