So I'm just in this hand where I raise from the button and get three bet. The guy has a three bet number of 10 over a bunch of hands so I figure he's full of shit and four bet bluff him with Q5o.
What haven't I told you?
His stack size was such that when he pushed I was getting like 3:1
The NL is pathetic and has been for several years.
If you picked an NL All Star team and had them play a seven game series against an All Star team made up of just players from the AL East the AL East team would be the favorite.
If you picked an NL All Star team and had them play a seven game series against an All Star team made up of just players from the AL Central the AL Central team would be the favorite.
The Red Sox won the World Series for the first time in my lifetime.
The Red Sox have been an important part of my life since 1986.
I literally cannot describe how important that moment was. I had said for years that when the Red Sox did finally win, it would be as anti-climactic as the Red Sox winning the World Series could be. I'm pretty sure I was dead on balls accurate with that one.
Remember...
In the Division Series against the (ahem) Angels Schilling had to cover first and hit the bag awkwardly.
In Game 1 against the LCS against the pissbags Schilling leaves early and pretty much the entire bullpen guts it out as the Red Sox come back most of the way and end up losing 10-7.
In Game 2 John Leiber, who sucks, pitches the game of his life.
In Game 3 Red Sox pitching implodes to the tune of 19 runs.
We're down 3-0 in the postseason against the team we despise more than any on earth. We schedule weddings and funerals around regular season games. We had just lost the LCS the year before in a Game 7 where the manger made the dumbest single decision I have ever seen by anyone ever.
Game 4. Bottom of the ninth, down by a run, Mariano Rivera whom even we have respect for is on the mound. Kevin Millar walks.
And here's the thing with Mariano Rivera. If he gets the first batter out you're toast. If not, you have a chance because he's just a bit off. Dave Roberts pinch runs and the entire known world knows what's going to happen.
And he's safe, by about a foot.
Bill Mueller, the pro's pro singles, scoring Roberts and the game is tied.
Bedlam.
David Ortiz ultimately wins it with a homer in the 12th.
Game 5: Bottom 8 down by two. Ortiz homers to come within one. Kevin Millar walks, Dave Roberts pinch runs...and Trot Nixon singles him to third. Rivera comes in, Tek sac fly, game tied.
Top 9, Sierra walks and Tony Clark hits a double...of the ground rule variety so Sierra cannot score. This ball stays in play and we lose. Fourteenth inning. Strikeout, walk, strikeout, walk and Ortiz singles scoring a run to win the game.
Game 6: No team has ever come back from a 3-0 deficit to even force a Game 7. We've just played two of the longest, most exhausting games ever. Curt Schilling has an experimental surgery to strap down a tendon in the wrong place so it doesn't flap around. It works, Schilling pitches his balls off, Lieber remembers that he sucks, and we go to Game 7.
Game 7: Kevin Bown is an idiot and Javier Vazquez sucks so this was pretty much a romp. Final score 10-3 and pretty much every single paper in the world had it on the front page. Official start time was 8:30 and the length of the game was 3:31. With two out in the ninth Alan Embree replaced Mike Timlin so the game lasted a few extra minutes...and ended one minute past midnight on the 21st. After the game my wife turned to me and said "Happy Anniversary."
World Series Game 1: This was the only one that was really in doubt and that's just because everyone was exhausted. When Bellhorn homered off the foul pole in the 8th the Cards were toast.
Games 2-4 the Sox just outpitched and outhit the Cards. Cardinal management opened the gates late in Game 4 so Sox fans milling around outside could come in and see. I will always have a soft spot in my heart for the Cards.