big o splits

Big O

The home game last night at last was ready to introduce Big O, or five card Omaha high low split.  It quickly replaced plo and hold’em, as the players complained about the lack of action in PLO.  Always a problem! Unfortunately for me, all my experience in PLO8 came to naught when I was too…

Possession

The pool of winners and losers overlap in many ways, but one of the many traits with which weaker players mark themselves is their instantaneous and natural use of the possessive adjective. It’s not universal by any means- not that readers of this obscure blog will tend to think in black and white- but the…

Death Appeal

The smallest game in the room, the entry point for poker, is often the most deadly, dull, and uninviting.  It has the highest proportional rake, the least challenging play, the smallest amount of available money, and most lethally, the most boring people. Tuesday is a slow night in many casinos.  I got stuck at three…

Inspiration Cost

There is nothing like a difficult run to inspire new thoughts.  The lesson of runbad is always to play better, even if it is immediately not evident.  The other lesson is to focus on other projects, and this weekend, lonely labor days of writing and contemplation, has yielded incredible fruit.  The screenplay, which I was…

Jet Lag

At the end of another long night of 73o and missed flops at two different limits and three tables, I’m exhausted, worn.  A favorite dealer has asked me what is wrong,  Nothing that can be cured, of course.  I’ve earned a small win painfully after felting a possibly tilting nit, and am ready to leave. With…

35X

When DZ checks the turn after raising Miniman’s donk lead, I put the pro on eight-six suited.  It’s a fast check, really much too quick, because if DZ had a set he would have considered continuing his aggression, even with the severe hit the straightening card delivered to his perceived equity share. Holding eighty seven…

The Maze

I turn and see Shaky, nice guy and poker mark, going home with 2.5k.   The two of us stare at his chips in disbelief. Shaky is a lean, handsome man, late fifties, brown eyes, recently haircut and shaved. His arms are wiry, unmuscled but overly tanned from good vacations, bad golf, and a well-managed diet. …