...by Miami? Yeah, it sure seems that way. That's four losses in the last five against the Hurricanes. Is the ibis a natural predator of turtles, by any chance?
I'm predicting a #5 seed on Sunday night- anything higher is a gift, anything lower is bad luck. Is this a terrible loss? No way - the way they were out-rebounded, maybe the players had been reading their own good press, and thought they could just show up. Now they should know that they're not good enough to do that (maybe nobody in college basketball is, this season).
Anyone think they've got this CBB season figured out? I thought I picked a lot of upsets last year, but managed to win some office pools. This year, more of the same seems like the prudent course.
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Thursday, March 08, 2007
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Cashing In the Bracket
One bracket down, one to go! I already wrapped up the pool for our main office in Michigan, the earliest win ever, by anyone's recollection. And I'll win the local office pool as long as LSU doesn't win it all. Neither pool is very big, $75 payout for each, but not a bad return on a $5"investment". I don't like rooting against LSU; they and George Mason are two of the more lovable teams left in the tourney. Actually, if you can excuse UCLA's hideous brand of defensive basketball, all four teams are likable in their own way. LSU has Big Baby, UCLA is Big East basketball amongst the palm trees (well, I think that's kinda neat), Florida has the fabulous inside play of Noah and Horford, and Mason is the local team with five - five! - players from Maryland.
Quick aside about that - this is where the Terps missing on a recruit like Travis Garrison or Sterling Ledbetter hurts twice. They not only get a player who isn't very good or who doesn't improve, but they miss out on local talent that ends up going to a smaller program.
Hey, if you're in the DC area and don't have anything to do this Thursday, head to the Black Cat to see Hard-Fi. Cheap tickets, great music - unfortunately I'll miss it, so somebody please go, and tell me how much it rocked.
Quick aside about that - this is where the Terps missing on a recruit like Travis Garrison or Sterling Ledbetter hurts twice. They not only get a player who isn't very good or who doesn't improve, but they miss out on local talent that ends up going to a smaller program.
Hey, if you're in the DC area and don't have anything to do this Thursday, head to the Black Cat to see Hard-Fi. Cheap tickets, great music - unfortunately I'll miss it, so somebody please go, and tell me how much it rocked.
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
A Sin City Easter
Tomorrow I'm off to Vegas with a bunch of other guys for a bachelor party. Over Easter weekend. Didn't bother me too much months ago when the date was changed from the previous weekend in order to save $$ (about $150 each, I think). But I find that now it bothers me more than I thought. I know that when I get there, I'll have a great time. And Jarriel's one of the nicest guys I know, there's no way I would miss this. But it will be strange not being with the family at church. And I can't help but think that the Resurrected One himself wouldn't approve, but who knows - I'm not going to presume to speak for Him (as so many in this fine nation like to do, silly religious right! Yes, in case you're wondering, I hate freedom.)
One the other hand, I had fun last weekend with Jenny and my parents, going up to New York, and I wouldn't have been able to see Steve's family or Ben's show if I had been in Vegas. And a few of us are going to see Elvis Costello on Friday night, so that will be sweet. And nobody's going to hold a gun to my head and force me to hit the strip clubs on Good Friday (those are off my list for this trip, my hypocrisy does have its bounds!). Plus, the tournament's still going on, what's more wholesome then celebrating the achievements of those fine scholar-athletes by placing harmless bets on the outcome of their sports contests? I'm feeling better about this trip already!
One the other hand, I had fun last weekend with Jenny and my parents, going up to New York, and I wouldn't have been able to see Steve's family or Ben's show if I had been in Vegas. And a few of us are going to see Elvis Costello on Friday night, so that will be sweet. And nobody's going to hold a gun to my head and force me to hit the strip clubs on Good Friday (those are off my list for this trip, my hypocrisy does have its bounds!). Plus, the tournament's still going on, what's more wholesome then celebrating the achievements of those fine scholar-athletes by placing harmless bets on the outcome of their sports contests? I'm feeling better about this trip already!
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
Poker Lesson #6,742,191
Never let an inexperienced player take you away from your game plan.
I generally don't play a lot of bad hands in poker. When I do get in trouble and lose a hand, it's usually late in the hand. I also have a tendency to bluff every once in a while when I have no business doing so. But if I don't get the cards, I rarely play the hand. When I do get the cards, I do what every other player with half-a-brain does, I use the other players' betting as clues to what they may have.
The only problem with this occurs when an opponent doesn't know what he/she is doing, plays hands that should be folded, and, worst of all, doesn't bet properly on good hands. I'd much rather lose to a good player who outplayed me than a bad player who didn't bet properly and lucked out on the River. All of this happened to me Friday night. Of course, I really have nobody to blame but myself. I wasn't patient enough, wasn't getting the cards, and ended up playing some hands that looked stronger than they were because of another player's non-betting. In the end though, nobody made me push the chips into the pot. After all, the game is all about self-control.
At least I didn't spill any food or drink on myself. And Jenny played well and came out a few bucks ahead. Unfortunately, we had to leave early so that we could get up at 6 am for a drive up to New York (for my cousin Adene's baby shower and to catch Jenny's brother Ben in Wicked). Otherwise, I bet she would have left with more $$. But what do I know, right? I was the first one to go out that evening.
I generally don't play a lot of bad hands in poker. When I do get in trouble and lose a hand, it's usually late in the hand. I also have a tendency to bluff every once in a while when I have no business doing so. But if I don't get the cards, I rarely play the hand. When I do get the cards, I do what every other player with half-a-brain does, I use the other players' betting as clues to what they may have.
The only problem with this occurs when an opponent doesn't know what he/she is doing, plays hands that should be folded, and, worst of all, doesn't bet properly on good hands. I'd much rather lose to a good player who outplayed me than a bad player who didn't bet properly and lucked out on the River. All of this happened to me Friday night. Of course, I really have nobody to blame but myself. I wasn't patient enough, wasn't getting the cards, and ended up playing some hands that looked stronger than they were because of another player's non-betting. In the end though, nobody made me push the chips into the pot. After all, the game is all about self-control.
At least I didn't spill any food or drink on myself. And Jenny played well and came out a few bucks ahead. Unfortunately, we had to leave early so that we could get up at 6 am for a drive up to New York (for my cousin Adene's baby shower and to catch Jenny's brother Ben in Wicked). Otherwise, I bet she would have left with more $$. But what do I know, right? I was the first one to go out that evening.
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