Holdem Hands and Holdem Duds

One talked about hand play away from the Holdem table is the number of people who believe they need to play poor quality hands to show the table they are not as good players for deception. There are two common responses when this topic of playing poor quality hands come up.

One common response is, “The people you are playing with will not notice, so why bother.” This is true for a couple of reasons. In many Holdem games, especially games where no one is trying to make a living playing poker, the range of hands everyone plays is one of the last things players pay attention to.

The second response is generally, “Players are so clueless they will not know you played a bad hand, they will only know you won the hand.” This response is also true. The average Holdem player knows there is only a narrow range of good starting hands, but they are there to have fun and gamble. Playing good Holdem is not fun.

Bad handAt an average Holdem table few players would notice if you left and a complete stranger sat down in your place. The dealer would notice of course, but that is another matter. Playing bad hands to show off how loose you can be needs to be weighed against another more important consideration.

If you play Holdem live, it is likely that the people you play against are regular players, and generally know what your range of hands is. One poor quality hand is not going to change their opinion of you if you are a tight player. If you play on line, stats do not lie.

A good reason not to play bad hands is the chip drain on your stack. Any two cards be played Preflop, sometimes for a minimal investment, most times not. The idea is to play a bad hand to the river to be seen by the rest of the players. Getting a poor hand to the river is expensive when you add up all the costs.

Playing bad cards to the river is usually done with the expectation of winning the hand, and dragging in the pot. The possibility of playing one bad hand to the river and winning is slight, and the chip bleed is expensive. Adding the Preflop, Flop, Turn, and River Bets is three Big Bets to the river if no one raises. Three Big Bets if there are no raises to be able to lay down bad cards for anyone watching to see.

That is the cost for one attempt. The hidden cost of bad hands is getting them to the river cheaply. Then there is the flop problem. No one is going to continue playing a bad hand such as 6,2 off suit when the flop is T,J,A. One Preflop bet may not seem like much the cost adds up quickly as you repeat the process trying to get a flop to fit your bad hand.

The cost of playing one single bad hand to the river is about an hours profit for a good player in a live Holdem game. Because it will normally takes more than one try to get ot the river, a good session can quickly change into a losing session by trying to show the table how bad you play.

If you feel the need to play bad starting hands, do it smartly. Do not play a bad hand unless two or more players have been replaced by new players. Use your watch, a set number of rounds, or dealer changes as a timer if player changes does not work. Play one bad hand only!
Play bad hands more often and you are showing the table your poor decision making in action. Play too many bad hands and players will start ignoring you. Players will play against you more often and they will get tricky. If you are a strong player on a strong draw this is a good news as you want the most players in the hand you can get. Most likely you are not quite at that level yet though.

The best thing you can do for your game is play bad hands right where they belong – Into the muck preflop. If you really want to gamble, playing bad hands is a sure way to get that big rush when a long shot comes through. If you are trying to play correctly however, playing one bad hand leads to playing many bad hands. Too many bad hands is the way home a lot quicker than you planned.

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Seance By Candle Light

In Elementary school my class had to do a individual demonstration. As I remember the topic did not matter as long as it was something we were interested in and was appropriate for our age. For most of the kids in the class, we had the opportunity to show off something we were interested in.

I would be fibbing if I told you what I did for a demonstration. It may have been fly tying most likely, but for now it has slipped away into the mish mash of experiences in a young life. What I do remember is what a boy named David did for his project. David performed a seance and wanted to invoke the spirit of the assinated president, John F Kennedy.

David explained to the class that he would have some people sit around a table holding hands like we all have seen in the movies. Instead of drama and special effects, David used a candle. A candle was lit and placed in the center of the table, and the lights in the class room were turned off.

David started asking for the spirit of John Kennedy to make itself known by directing the candle flame. After a few minutes the candle flame started responding intelligently to questions by moving in the appropriate direction for yes, no, or maybe.

View from the other side?

View from the other side?

We kids were both awed and sceptical at the same time. One kid who was not part of the seance said the kids around the table were causing the movement of the candle with their breath. Almost half the class agreed.

David had everyone move away from the table, sitting or standing no closer than ten feet to the table. The candle flame continued to respond, but we all seriously doubted a dead president of the United States had nothing better to do than entertain us. A few more questions confirmed our suspicions when the candle flame movement changed to the ‘no’ position when asked if it was really the John F. Kennedy the former President, and after that answers became nonsense.

At recess I remember talking with friends about it. Someone ventured, “We might have created a spirit.” Another responded, “If we did where does it go and what happens to it?” We thought that was a great question. We decided it was possible with our combined energies we may have created something that moved the candle flame. Where it went and what happened to it was an unsolved matter.

I know now we did not create something, we attracted something. Across all cultures and religions candles are lit as part of an invocation ceremony. Whether it is a prayer request in a church, or a pagan ceremony, lighting of candles or making a fire is part of the process.

What happens to what we attract depends on what we do next. Once we attract something, it could be bribed, trapped, but most likely it scares us. Not everything we may attract plays well with others. When that happens, people, houses and places become haunted. People are terrified and harrassed by something they can not see.

I have come to think of these things as ‘fear thought probers’. They probe our minds for our deepest darkest fears and project them back making us really scared. Invoking thoughts or visions that absolutely terrify. They mix thought and vision, making you think you almost see or hear things that are not really there.

These ‘thought probers’ as I think of them have no ability to do anything other than effect thoughts – unless you feed them. Media is filled with stories of people bitten, pinched, or levitated. Items in homes flying across rooms and smashing into walls. Terrified people fleeing for their lives barely escaping what is attacking them.

What really happens only happens in your mind. You are seeing images of what could be. You are hearing noises having thoughts projected with them at the same time. What happens when you take a shower. Don’t you sometimes here a voice, knocking on a door, phone ringing, etc. Yet when you turn off the water, there is nothing.

It would take an enormous amount of energy to do any of the things you see or read about in a haunting. If anything had that much energy (power) would they waste time scaring you, or would they do something? When, or if this happens to you, think of being at the Zoo reading one of the signs posted everywhere, “Do not feed the animals”. They feed on fear using your imagination. Once they realize they won’t get fed by you it will soon stop.

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Night After Halloween

outhereI heard it as I walked. I saw its shadow slide into dark corners when it thought I was not watching. Every now and then I could see it move from the corner of my eye. It followed me for blocks as I walked down one dimly lit street after another.

I wanted to walk faster to get away from it, but I knew that was impossible. It was keeping a distance from me so maybe it was not sure yet. Maybe it was waiting for a moment when there were no lights and no cars.

Then it would strike. The noises it made grew louder as it grew bolder and moved closer. It was hurrying to get into position to strike. Now almost beside me. No, wait it was to my right. A few seconds earlier it was on my left. It can move very fast when the streets are dark.

I walked faster. It was no longer trying to be sane. It knew I heard it. Had it decided I was it? I could feel the hair on the back of my neck starting to stiffen. I wanted to yell out, but who would hear?

If they did hear would they bother to go to a window or door and look out? I doubt it, they would not want to be involved. They would choose to remain distant. They and theirs were safe and accounted for, what did I matter.

It was a mere feet behind me now. My heart was beating wildly, and I was beginning to pant from moving ever faster. My feet seemed to barely touch the ground, but it wasn’t fast enough. I could hear it catching its feet on the uneven surface. Maybe it wanted to raise my fear level a little higher?

Through the fog of my panic I had a thought. They don’t like the light, and they don’t want to be seen. If I could just make it to the light I would be okay. Only another one-hundred feet and I would be safe. Could I make it? It sounds like it is right next to me!

I gave up walking fast and started to run. I could hear it starting to move faster too. Its feet hitting the pavement as it hopped towards me. Only another few seconds, that is all I need to get to the light!

I reached into my jacket, pulled out my cell phone, and fumbled trying to open it. In mindless terror I pushed the camera button. It was taking forever. It was inches away from me. I could feel its closeness like hot foul breath on my neck. I threw my arm backwards and prayed I pushed the camera button to make the flash go off.

It hissed loudly sounding only inches from my ear! The flash worked! It slowed and loped off into the darkness. Temporarily blinded by the light of a neon flash on a cell phone! I made it to the light. Traffic was picking up, and I knew I could get away from it before its eyes healed from the flash of light.

As an after thought I looked to see if I got it on camera. The rational part of my mind said it was the leaves falling from the trees. The rest of my mind knew what it really as because it remembered ten thousand years worth of well founded fear.

night terror

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