Chapter 64: Smoking Hot
Monday, October 30th, 2006The last couple weeks have been fairly dull in general, as were my last couple blog entries, which had been unusually focused, and thus uninteresting to most people, but now I’m back with an entry that will hopefully be more captivating. =P
Starting with some updates since the last entry, I cleared my remaining $60 in wagering requirements on BetWWTS with the following bets:
$20 on Inter Milan to beat Spartak Moscow to win $6.15: Won
$10 on the New Jersey Devils to beat the Pittsburgh Penguins to win $7.14: Won
$10 on the Detroit Red Wings to beat the Anaheim Ducks to win $10.50: Lost
$10 on the Colorado Avalanche to beat the Ottawa Senators to win $18: Won
$10 on Roger Federer to beat Fernando Gonzalez to win $1: Won
So all in all, I had a very good betting record. I won 83% (10/12) of my bets, and got a 41% return on the $150 that I wagered, winning $61.25. Those numbers are simply not sustainable in sports betting, as professional sports bettors will generally win less than 60% of their picks. So that $211.25 will pad my online bankroll a little bit, although I really haven’t felt like playing much poker in the last little while. I’ve played a few sessions, back down at $25NL and a couple times even down at $10NL in the middle of the night when I couldn’t sleep, and in general, I’ve been playing about breakeven poker, and it just hasn’t seemed as fun.
Had a three game losing streak playing in live single table tournaments, before finally making the money by placing second yesterday at Jason’s place. We started with nine players, 25/50 blinds and 6000 chips, with rebuys allowed before the fourth blind level. Frank got crippled early, in level 2 with the blinds at 50/100, and only had a little over 1000 in front of him, and he was the big blind. UTG+2 raised it to 500. I looked down and found pocket aces in the cutoff. I had a strong feeling Frank was just going to push this hand, so I decided to just smooth call the 500. As expected, Frank raised all-in, and UTG+2 called. At this point, I decided to stop playing cute and reraised all in for almost another 5000. UTG+2 thought about it for awhile, but had a gut feeling with his J8 clubs and called. My rockets held, so I doubled up. After that, I went card dead for a very long time. Frank rebought in and went on a crazy tear. He would call raises with stuff like 52o or 62o and hit two pair everytime. It was just ridiculous. A few hands into his heater, the flop came 864 all hearts, the other guy bet, and Frank called. I joked, "Frank already has the straight flush". Well, I was almost right - he had 7c5h for the flopped straight with the gutshot straight flush draw. But… this time, he actually got sucked out when the fourth heart came, and the other guy had the Qh. But still… how do you handle a loose aggressive player willing to call significant raises with junk like 52o, but hits two pair all the time? You just can’t. Anyways, Frank pretty much won everyone else’s money, and I just tried to outlast the last 2-3 players to get into the money, which I managed to do.
It’s already the end of October, so that annual event has come again. No, I don’t mean Hallowe’en… I mean using up the Entertainment Book coupons before they expire. I’ve purchased a book the last three years or so, and come October, I try to make use of all the good coupons before they expire on November 1st. So yesterday, Elaine and I went out to the Fish House at Stanley Park and had a pretty enjoyable lunch, sitting next to the window with a view to the tennis courts just outside. I still want to play, but with how cold it’s gotten lately, it looks like I won’t be swinging the racquet again until next spring. After that, we went to the Aquarium… and it must be the first time I’ve been there since I was a little kid. I totally didn’t remember what it was like there at all. It was fairly interesting looking at all the different water animals, but with the tickets at $18.50 each, I definitely wouldn’t go again without a 2-for-1 coupon.
As for Hallowe’en, looks like Vancouver has banned the sale of Air Bombs and Screecheroos, which is too bad since I loved playing with those. I probably won’t be buying very many fireworks this year, only a few fountains and cones most likely. I still have a little bit of leftover firecrackers from years past, but my supply is running pretty low. Anyone have any hookups for firecrackers? I wouldn’t mind another brick of crackling bombs. =P
I used to be quite the pyro back in elementary school. A couple years ago, I saw these kids who looked about 12 or 13 playing with firecrackers while walking down the street, and I was thinking to myself how young they were… which is truly ironic when I think back to my childhood and remember that I started playing with them back when I was no more than 8 years old, around grade three. My memory is pretty poor, but I moved from near Main and 33rd to my current location near 28th and Fraser before grade four, and I distinctly recall playing with Mighty Mites, Thunderbombs and bottle rockets in my former neighbourhood. That boggles my mind. I think I’d be scared as hell letting my 8 year old kid play with firecrackers. Anyways, by later elementary school, I had graduated into more advanced pyrotechnics. After learning to build model rockets in Mr. Hartney’s grade seven science class, we bought some model rocket engines and a launcher from the hobby shops. Instead of using them for its intended purpose, we emptied out the powder and built our own small pipe bombs. Damn, we were dangerous. I hope we weren’t using a regular metal hammer to flatten the sides of the pipe, but I wouldn’t be surprised if we did. We detonated the pipe bombs using the push-button rocket launcher, and it was a blast. Made a nice hole in my neighbours yard where an ant hill was, and also detonated one in the alley that led to us hiding in my basement when we spotted a police car in the neighbourhood shortly after. Fun times. We also played with Molotov cocktails a few times. We would go to the Petro Canada station and fill up a jerry can, claiming it was for our remote control cars, and then filled up beer bottles with it, stuffed a piece of rag in the top, lit it on fire, and hurled it from the McBride playground fort to the gravel field, where it would explode in a ball of fire. Actually, I remember sucking at that, and had a hard time getting my bottles to break, but I digress. It was interesting that with all those surrounding houses by the gravel field, nobody did call the police or fire department to report us. Another time, we threw a Molotov cocktail into the empty cement pool at Gray’s Park late at night, but this time the fire department was called out, even though the fire was completely contained within the pool. We were strictly pyros, not arsonists… but one time, in the middle of the scorching afternoon at Gray’s Park, we lit a small litle patch of short grass on fire in the middle of the field, and it slowly expanded outwards. It never got to be a rip roaring fire or anything like that, but the fire department ended up coming to douse that one out as well.
So that is my brief history of being a pyro. You may have noticed I said "we" a bunch of times. I’ll elaborate on that in my next entry…