Friday, September 13, 2013

The First Card Off The Deck Rule and Why You Should Support It


Before reading my opinion, I believe there are two great perspectives on this issue written by Neil Johnson, FOR and Dan O’Brien AGAINST.  These give a bit of background and some more content. As an aside, Dan also addresses other topics important to the future of player's being represented properly.  This prospect will require initiative and dedication by players to more than just playing the game.  I will also link to Matt Savage’s article (Read Here) supporting the rule change. I will refer to these articles in my post.

            So do you know why poker dealers burn a card before dealing out a flop, turn, river, or round of stud cards? Long before online poker increased the popularity of poker games, gamblers attempted to cheat.  Marked cards were a simple way for a cheating player to know the next card.  A player could clearly see his marked card on the top of the deck and act accordingly. Of course, the knowledge of this card to one player and not the others harms the integrity of the game. Countless other examples like this one are relevant to the current debate about the “First Card Off The Deck” Rule (FCOTD). Ultimately, I want to explain that protecting the integrity of the game is really the only core issue that matters in the debate.

When Neil Johnson wrote his article about his support for FCOTD, he said three times he’d seen a player come back to a hand (in a tournament without the FCOTD rule), see another’s hole cards, and act accordingly, adversely affecting the game.  He “had me at hello” right here.  Does anything else truly matter if this happened? Protecting the integrity of the game is the most important job of tournament directors.  It’s why the majority of rules exist in the first place. Now, I don’t know Neil personally, but what incentive does he have to lie here?  Do tournament directors and dealers get extra credits for killing hands? The poker community needs tournament directors to give their opinions about these issues and form rules balancing the integrity of the game with what is also good for the game. Integrity trumps the comfort of a player. Aren’t you there to play the game?
Beyond this point, everything else is a marginal point; however, I’ll address some of Dan O’ Brien’s arguments against the rule.  Some of his points are highlighted and indented with my response following.   

1. Rules Should Err On the Side of NOT Killing Hands
“Rules should place as little restriction on players as is necessary in order to uphold game integrity”


I couldn’t agree more with the quote starting off his point, but I fail to see how the 10-20 seconds between the first card and the last card is anything less than a “little restriction” on players if the main point is upholding game integrity.

2. Dealer Function
With the "last card" rule, dealers can immediately kill hands as they are deemed dead when the last card hits the button. With the FCOTD rule, dealers cannot kill hands while in the midst of a deal, causing dead hands to be pitched to stacks. This creates unnecessary arguments and a rift between players and dealers as emotional players don't want to give up the hand in front of them. It becomes especially heated when players look down at a strong hand, causing additional tension between players and staff. The fix for this, pitching dead hands to the center of the table, creates confusion for dealers and often misdeals as it becomes difficult to track which stacks should be pitched to and which should be passed over. At the very least, it slows down deals considerably as dealers are forced to think about where each card should be pitched.


 In two years at the WSOP, I’ve been involved in a dilemma with this rule at the hands of a dealer. I was entering the tournament area in the first instance.  Knowing the game was Omaha where four cards are dealt to each player, I liked my chances of getting to my hand.  As my fourth card was dealt, I reached my seat and the dealer continued pitching the remaining five players their last card.  He then reached for my hand and killed it.  I can’t explain the distress this caused when I was told I wasn’t checked in to the tournament, so my hand was dead.  Of course, this ruling is incorrect, but with FCOTD rule, I know my hand is dead so I walk to my seat instead of sprint.  Since I’m wronged here, however, I now have to create a stir and an argument and slow up the game and make others around me feel pretty uncomfortable. Nobody wants to play with the guy who argues with the dealer the minute he sits down.  I don’t want to be that guy.  With FCOTD, I realize there have been errors in killing hands (most notably Daniel Negreanu’s hand in Barcelona High Roller), but in my experience throughout Europe vs. the USA, there are fewer discrepancies when FCOTD is employed.
Also, asserting dealers are going to be slow seems like a bold and inaccurate claim.  I’ve seen plenty of capable dealers pitch dead hands to the middle as well as others mess up.   I’ve also seen dealers pitch a player’s hand that wasn’t seated towards the middle of the table, but then the player arrived and demanded his hand.  In one instance, another player mucked his hand through these cards and the hand was declared dead anyway.  With FCOTD rule, this never happens.
Now, I’d like to address the socializing argument.  I’ll be brief. Players who don’t speak English are essentially screwed out of their native language for the preference of game integrity in card rooms all over the world.  I would be willing to wager that 99 times out of 100 players speaking a different language at the table aren’t cheating.  Because of the tiny minority who would or have cheated, we sacrifice players speaking in their native language while playing to ensure cheating isn’t a possibility. Surely, this can’t make those players feel comfortable or even welcome in different countries, but we do it because game integrity trumps player’s desires. 
Overall, I believe the debate is misplaced and not actually respecting a minor sacrifice for something that eliminates a scenario that one tournament director has witnessed on multiple occasions.  In my tweets to Daniel Negreanu about this issue, he discounted this point as well, basically implying that it doesn’t happen and someone would need to be the fastest human ever to accomplish this task.  So are the opponents calling Neil Johnson a liar?  I don’t know. I truly don’t think the opponents of the rule get it.  Game integrity trumps all.  It’s why we have burn cards, English or native language only rules, and countless other procedures. It’s why tournament directors penalize players for getting out of their seats on the bubble.  Information known to one player and not another is unfair or even the mere possibility of this happening is enough to take action to prevent it. I’d rather take Neil at his word than worry that any player will be wronged in the future.  Surely, a dealer has accidentally flipped over your ace of spades and turned your ace-king suited into king-three off. You wanted that ace, yet for purposes of integrity, you can’t have it. Ultimately, this rule will be a minor inconvenience of 10-20 seconds and players will adapt while securing the integrity of the game.

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Top 5 Lebron Cleveland Highlights

In honor of Lebron's return to Cleveland on the eve of a 23 game win streak, I blog for the first time in centuries with my favorite 5 Lebron in a Cleveland uniform highlights. I may or may not have burned my orange Witness shirt when Lebron left, but all is forgiven at this point.  It's just a game and the possibility that we would get even a few more of these highlights in a Cavs' uniform next to Kyrie in the future would just be a bonus.

5. Lebron's Block on Yao Ming & Chase Down Blocks
Lebron had many great blocks followed by Austin Carr's patented "GET THAT WEAK STUFF OUTTA HERE" call, but I remember the Yao Ming one the best. Lebron's Jason Richardson spin dunk block was hilarious.

4. Lebron's Gamewinner Against 4 Wizards in Playoffs
The highlight starts at 1:45, but it was probably the first playoff game winner Lebron ever hit.  You get a bonus 9 highlights. Just ignore those Heat highlights.

3. No Regard for Human Life
It might have been the call by Marv Albert or the fact that Boston was the first big 3 team, but this dunk was memorable to say the least.

2. Game 2 Gamewinner vs Orlando 
I've never heard a roar so loud in my life. My family was in Las Vegas watching this game in the Bellagio sports book.  The atmosphere was a mix between the standard Lebron hater, the 7 Orlando fans surprised to see their team playing out of their mind and your loyal doom and gloom Cleveland fans that could see it happening again.  (It did eventually happen again)  I almost started a brawl in the sports book by skipping and jumping and screaming in everyone's face after this shot whether they were a Cleveland, Orlando, or casual fan.

1. Lebron Goes off in Game 5 of Eastern Conference Semis at Detroit
  Detroit was that first hurdle the Cavs and Lebron has to get over to get to the championship and it took a game like this for it to happen. The best part of this game was it was at Detroit.  The rivalry was bitter and Lebron answered every time the Cavs fell behind. We all thought this was the beginning, but it never quite happened as much as we expected.


Tuesday, September 4, 2012

What's more unlikely, this hand or winning the lottery?


okerStars Hand #85691385115: Tournament #2012090006, $200+$15 USD 5 Card Draw No Limit - Level VII (75/150) - 2012/09/04 18:22:56 WET [2012/09/04 13:22:56 ET]
Table '2012090006 54' 6-max Seat #2 is the button
Seat 1: lora2030 (4765 in chips) 
Seat 2: WAIT8988 (4727 in chips) 
Seat 3: iacog4 (14116 in chips) 
Seat 4: gebbe (9489 in chips) 
Seat 5: fsh! (10581 in chips) 
Seat 6: ShaolinPower (2900 in chips) 
lora2030: posts the ante 40
WAIT8988: posts the ante 40
iacog4: posts the ante 40
gebbe: posts the ante 40
fsh!: posts the ante 40
ShaolinPower: posts the ante 40
iacog4: posts small blind 75
gebbe: posts big blind 150
*** DEALING HANDS ***
Dealt to iacog4 [Qh 4d 8s Qc 5h]
fsh!: folds 
ShaolinPower: folds 
lora2030: folds 
WAIT8988: calls 150
iacog4: calls 75
gebbe: raises 300 to 450
WAIT8988: folds 
iacog4: calls 300
iacog4: discards 3 cards [4d 8s 5h]
Dealt to iacog4 [Qh Qc] [Ac As Ah]
gebbe: discards 3 cards
iacog4: bets 1050
gebbe: raises 3390 to 4440
iacog4: raises 9186 to 13626 and is all-in
gebbe: calls 4559 and is all-in
Uncalled bet (4627) returned to iacog4
*** SHOW DOWN ***
iacog4: shows [Qh Ac As Qc Ah] (a full house, Aces full of Queens)
gebbe: shows [Th Td Ts Tc Jc] (four of a kind, Tens)
gebbe collected 19288 from pot
*** SUMMARY ***
Total pot 19288 | Rake 0 
Seat 1: lora2030 folded before the Draw (didn't bet)
Seat 2: WAIT8988 (button) folded before the Draw
Seat 3: iacog4 (small blind) showed [Qh Ac As Qc Ah] and lost with a full house, Aces full of Queens
Seat 4: gebbe (big blind) showed [Th Td Ts Tc Jc] and won (19288) with four of a kind, Tens
Seat 5: fsh! folded before the Draw (didn't bet)
Seat 6: ShaolinPower folded before the Draw (didn't bet)

Friday, May 11, 2012

SCOOP Taste Complete

After missing the first couple days of SCOOP on Pokerstars, I came back to play 4 days of SCOOP with very limited success. If not for a 2nd place in the $55 Hot 55 Turbo to end today, I would be beat up pretty good in the first 4 days.  That being said, I'm taking Saturday off and coming back for a complete Sunday to Sunday, 100% focus, no joke, play like a champion.  The structure of the SCOOPs is very good meaning it pretty much ensures you play every waking hour of the day.  Being in London is awkward since the timing is usually about 4pm-??? (when the sun comes up hopefully).  I know what I'm dealing with now and ready for the last real grind I'll experience before Las Vegas and the WSOP.  

I also added some links to my blog and played around with the new Blogger.  I hope to keep this mostly poker focused and may even look into a couple video blogs come the WSOP this summer since I've determined I'm completely awkward on camera.  

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

And I'm feeling kind of Sunday.

Nine big blinds. How did I get here? Should I move all in with Q7? 64 suited? Better wait...Jay Z just came on. Jay Z is such bad luck. When is the last time I won listening to Jay Z? Don't be superstitious? Being superstitious is so unlucky. I wonder if people would even get that if I made it a joke. Stop thinking about this stuff. Deal with the result! Double up! Finally, I doubled up. Ok. Battle, battle, battle. 55 people on the leader board remaining out of 7300+ and I'm in 54th. Who cares? Joe Cada won the main event 9th place out of 9. I can do this.

It was :55 minutes after the hour. It may have been 3:55 or 4:55 am. I don't remember. I looked in the mirror. My face was scruffy, eyes bloodshot, and hair disheveled.  I won an online tourney last time I wore this blue LuLu shirt and then jumped and danced around like a banshee at 11:00am because winning meant so much. Look at my eyes. Beyond the slightly bloodshot cornea caused from facing my 14th or 15th hour of Sunday poker, I just meditated for a moment on the brown color of my iris. I've never quite seen this color before. I bet it's unique just like me in this vast universe.  I snapped out of my mind wondering. Maybe 20 seconds later, I mouthed the words, "this is it." I was standing there in the mirror giving myself a pep talk. Give it your all. Don't be a hero. Follow your gut. Be gutsy. I walked back to my computer on the couch, a spot I move when it gets to crunch time.

Nearly 3 hours later, I had made a deal for my largest online score in my poker career in the tournament that I've played every Sunday since I can remember playing poker, the Sunday Million on Pokerstars. 

It was so awesome to be in the moment and appreciate this for what it was; doing exactly what I wanted to be doing and finally experiencing, reaching a goal of mine in the online poker world for 6+ years. Adrenaline pumped through my veins at crucial situations. I risked 1/3 of my chip stack on a total bluff, 5 bet shoved K7 (to poker novices both rare situations). Both times, I felt absurdly confident and nonchalant despite a pulse jamming through skin acknowledging the crucial timing of the tournament. Sometimes things line up and work out and other times, I spend hours and days grinding away at tournaments hoping to get this remarkable, unique moment.  It comes and goes in no more than 3-4 hours. Sometimes the moment vanishes abruptly with a stroke of bad fortune or timing like a 10th place finish a few weeks earlier in a tournament of 6000+ online, or a 23rd place finish at UKIPT Nottingham at the end of April.  I thought about when I was probably 58th of 58 in Berlin a few weeks earlier and my short stack took a beat and vanished while someone else went on to glory.  On Sunday, the moment didn't vanish until the feeling of accomplishment and elation of winning an absurd amount of prize money greeted the Monday morning London sunshine. 

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Back to Copenhagen

Just finished an unprofitable Sunday, but as I tweeted from my handle @icekevin, it was one of my most emotionally mature days of poker I've ever played. Didn't play A+ game, but I do feel a consistent rise in the level of my average play over the past few Sundays. The first couple of Sundays back to the online grind, I truly was unstable emotionally and it had to be affecting my play. I don't know whether it was the huge layoff that turned me into a monster or what, but I'm glad that the last three Sundays have been calm emotionally. You have to have a positive attitude in this game or at the very least just understand how fortunate you must be to win something and how the majority of times in tournaments, you'll likely lose.

I'm super excited for Copenhagen tomorrow as I had some success here last year. I like how it's a smaller than average EPT field, tough competition, and standard EPT good structure. I haven't played a live tournament since Prague in December and it's pretty great to hop on a plane and be in Copenhagen in just two hours. I've truly enjoyed adjusting to my new life here in London and getting back to the game I love playing.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

2011

January: Began in Chicago with my quietest New Year’s in recent memory after nursing my body back to health from a brutal bachelor party. Take heed of my words and don’t go to Vegas for more than 3 days for a bachelor party. Two is probably ideal. Shortly after that I went to Bahamas for an unsuccessful poker trip, but discovered the drink known as the zombie, a combination of about every type of rum you could find. After winning a main event package for $350ish dollars, I could hardly complain to be in the sun and heading down water slides through shark tanks. Chicago winter was brutal upon my return and snowmageddon shortly followed. Before heading to Cleveland to celebrate my niece’s 1st and 3rd birthdays., I made a two day bachelor party stop in Las Vegas highlighted by two enjoyable craps rolls with the entire bachelor party. The first saw every person up handily while completely loading the board through the come line and with almost everyone at max odds and total points through the hot roll of the man known as Steele, the dice were passed from the floor man to Steele when an unnamed member of the bachelor party grabbed the dice out of turn. Immediate 7. I had a nice online poker month and everything seemed to be in line for a great start to the year.

February: Online poker turned completely the other way erasing almost all the profits from January. A package to Copenhagen for my first EPT event and visit to Denmark made the intolerable winter easier to bear. I only played one event in Copenhagen, but finished fourth place for 1,000,000 Danish Kroner. It was my biggest cash to date and one of the most exciting moments of my life. Competing on that stage was fun, challenging, stressful, and nothing I could have imagined without being in that situation. My own mistake unraveled my EPT title shot, but Copenhagen was beautiful and I look forward to revisiting. When I flew back to Chicago, I thought about how far I’d actually come from playing $5 buy in cash games with my friends in my buddy Dave’s house in high school. We loved to play and bluff and force another guy to go into his pocket to pull out another $5. I loved the challenge of figuring out people, finding a way to beat them, and of course, the rush in your blood every step of the way. Nothing has changed.

March: Online poker was up and down this month, but I had a great St Patrick’s day weekend in Chicago.

April: This is the month where I finally lost all hope with the US government. On tax day after sending in my tax estimate and starting my usual Friday routine of watching the markets and playing a few early Friday online poker tournaments, both major online sites that I played on had their domain names seized by the FBI. Online poker would never be the same. The debacle that ensued has seen one site, Pokerstars, returning all our money. On the other hand, Full Tilt Poker basically proved it was running as effective of a business as a kid selling .01 lemonade cups full of piss. I turned a lot of time into studying the financial markets and businesses, but was left with a huge void in my life. Being so close to family for the first time in a few years, I headed home to join family for Easter and had a great time in Ohio.

May: What wasn’t to love about May. The month before the World Series, I plotted what I would do to move out to Vegas for the summer while enjoying spring in Chicago, a Chicago area wedding, and watching Chicago come alive. Near the end of the month, I was part of a wonderful rapture weekend wedding in Columbus, Ohio celebrating a Miami Merger between the Brodas. We all had a great time yucking it up at world class facilities despite pending world apocalypse. The night before I drove out to Vegas, I attended a rooftop party in Chicago. I remember having a meditative moment looking out over the sky and imagining winning a World Series of Poker bracelet, but either way, I knew I loved my new city and was content even in the face of losing online poker. I left for Denver the next day and stopped to meet up with some bros. Denver cemented its place as somewhere I would love to live, but the two days there with the crew I was with was not what I needed before driving another day to Vegas. Luckily, I made it to my destination safely after a reflective drive.

June & July: THE WORLD SERIES OF POKER. Best finish 11th. Second best finish 17th. 5 cashes, and basically a wash in terms of profit. There is nothing not to love about the World Series of Poker except for the walk out of the Rio after busting a tournament, especially the main event. In between some of the events, it was fun to celebrate the marriage of one of my best and longest friends in my hometown Mentor, OH. Three days of the main event and not cashing again was frustrating. I think I’ve played close to 13 days without cashing in the main event. I’ve bagged chips every day 1 and 3 times on day 2, yet have never cashed. It remains a goal of mine. I know I’ll get there. After the main event, I decided to be a hero and drive 24 hours straight to Lake Geneva, WI to meet up with some Chicago friends and my love. Chicago summer was waiting for me. We golfed, tubed, drank, and caught up. It was also around this time that I officially knew I’d be moving to London. One more Cincinnati area wedding at the end of July allowed me to see my college town of Oxford, Ohio and Skippers, walk through a lobby in Kentucky with a life sized championship belt over my shoulder, and celebrate with some great people.

August: LOLLAPALOOZA!! Foster the People, Eminem, Foo Fighters, Skrillex, Afrojack, Girl Talk, Kid Cudi, Deadmau, Nas and Ziggy Marley, Explosions in the Sky, and others I’m sure I’m missing made for a great time. The highlight being a torrential downpour just before the main Foo Fighters act creating a mess of a savagery and mud only true maniacs can enjoy. I spent the end of the month packing up and readying my move out of Chicago.

September: Spent time in Mentor, Ohio before heading over for a London/Cannes poker trip and flat hunting. After living in Vegas and Chicago and not spending day in and day out with family, it was great to spend some quality time with Mom and Dad and see my nieces, brothers, in-laws, and friends. Flying over to London and searching for a place was slightly stressful, but being away from poker made me extremely hungry and focused. With tons of luck on my side for 5 days, I final tabled the EPT London Main Event and cashed in 6th place of 691. It was my biggest score to date and back-to-back EPT final tables for me in Europe. Getting so close to a win was again frustrating and satisfying. I know I’ll be back again and win the next time.

October: Cannes was a beautiful venue for WSOP Europe. My poker results allowed me to explore the beach more frequently than I would have preferred. I failed to cash in five events. I flew back to Cleveland and Toledo to see a friend who I first met at age 3 get married. When his wife walked down the isle, I thought about how rare it is to have friends for that long and how appreciative I am of our friendship and others I’ve hung on to for a long time.

November: Moving and all the annoyances you could imagine moving to a new continent. Tourist stops included the Tower of London, London Bridge,

December: I began the month with a trip to Prague where I played the WPT, EPT and GSOP main events in addition to one side event. 68th with 63 paying in the WPT wasn’t very pleasant. My EPT streak ended at 2 final tables as I busted day 1 of EPT. It was a tough first table and a pitiful performance by me in many regards. I didn’t adapt quick enough to the optimal strategy of tightening up. I made a deep run in the GSOP, but fell short with a min cash. Prague is a fantastic city and a must see for all European trips. When I arrived home, my grandmother was in poor health and dying. My whole family, a family she loved and was so much her responsibility surrounded her and said their goodbyes. It was a tough time for my entire family, but when thinking about her, I can’t help think about her love and care and what it meant to me in life. I have nothing but appreciation and gratitude for everything. She will forever live on through me. Some of my youngest memories with her was of her sitting me on her lap and letting me bet her chips when the family played poker. I couldn’t help but give a wry smile when one of her best friends told me at her funeral, “Shirley was always trying to get us to play cards!” RIP Grandma.

Cheers to 2012. Let’s make it a big one.