I played some hands on CAKE today. I am sticking to .02-.04 FR LHE for the time being and I have moved my BR up to $2.76 which brings me to 69 BBs at that level. I was planning on moving up to .05-.10 once I had 50 BBs ($5 BR), but I haven't seen much happening in FR or 6-max, so I may have to see what the traffic is like on some other sites, like the Merge network and some how transfer money over if I can.
The other option would be to consider playing some NLHE once I get enough buy-ins for the .02-.04 level which would be $80, which takes into account that I would be buying in with 100 BBs/table and use 20 buy-ins as my lowest threshold. To get $80 in my bankroll would take a while. I will have to wait and see at this point.
So...To give you (I don't know who the hell is reading this, but if you've gotten here in this page turner...) some background.
I started playing poker, like so many others, back in late 2004 when the real take off of the poker boom was in effect. The actual beginning for me was when I came across the reruns of the WSOP 2003 main event which showcased an online country bumpkin with last name that made advertising wizards jizz their pants. A friend of mine was throwing his annual Super Bowl party and there was to be beer, football, beer, lingerie bowl, beer, and then some beer with a poker tournament. I remember this vividly because it was the year that Tom Brady led the Patriots to the Super Bowl and Janet Jackson had a ninja star nipple slip. I, of course had no idea about the whole Janet Jackson thing until the next day because everyone wanted to chip in for the pay per view Lingerie bowl, that was as exciting as watching 2 turtles reenact the Karma Sutra. So, the game ends and we start playing Texas holdem. I haven't much of a clue how to play, let alone, applying any strategy. I think I was playing 8 out of every 10 hands which if you are familiar with poker at all, is a tuurrrible strategy. Needless to say, I was knocked out 1st and sat watching for the next 2 hours, bored as hell. I was never into gambling, mostly because I didn't understand it and I hated to lose money. This probably would have been the end to my poker exploits, but something very important happened the moment I busted. My friend who was throwing the Super Bowl shindig started to make fun of me, which if you knew him, would be no surprise. He enjoyed telling everyone else how bad I played and how he knocked me out of the tournament in last place.
My friend had a long history of tearing down the self-esteem of other people. Whenever this friend found out that you did not know something, had not seen something, or did an activity poorly, he would pounce on it, especially in public. Months before, he had introduced me to the X-box game, "Halo". There was an option to fight each other on different planets/rooms and he enjoyed killing my character in the most sadistic ways possible. After each deathblow, he would razz me about how bad I was at the game and explain how he was going to tell everyone else how terrible I had played. The final straw was when he and I were battling one another on a frozen planet with nothing, but rocket launchers and I had run out of ammo. I purposely moved my character next to his, so that if he shot me with a rocket, his character would be blown up as well. Of course, "my friend", failed to explain to me that one could press a button on the controller to swing your weapon at your opponent. He proceeded to break my character's skull, all the while laughing like a psychopath and he then went on to exclaim in childish delight,
"I beat you like a baby seal!", followed by more uncontrollable laughter.
At that moment, I decided that I was going to purchase this game, which meant buying an X-box as well, and practice it until I could defeat him with my eyes closed. It took me about a month, but like Darth Vader, I became the master. Once he realized that he could no longer beat me, he quit playing Halo altogether, like a complete pussy.
Fast forward back to the Super Bowl Party. Once again, I had been reminded of how much "my friend" enjoyed rubbing my nose in it. As soon after the party ended, I went to the closet "Borders" and found some books on poker. I didn't buy them, but I was making multiple trips a weak to read up on basic poker strategy, none of which I truly understood, so that I could be ready for the next time that my friends and I played poker.
Well, I will leave you with this little begining for the moment and collect my memories so that I can move on to the next chapter.
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