Jennifer Tilly and Phil The Unibomber on Today FM NOW

smurph

OMG,
They are talking about the IRISH OPEN, why oh god why!!!!!!!

Quote from Jennifer, "Its an addiction he he he"

5starpool

She is a bit of an airhead really from the bit I have heard. I think the presenter is lost with the terminology.

I don't think that promoted it in the best light really to have those two 'dudes' on it.

smurph

They came across as twats, actually I thought initially it was a joke.

30something

Seriously though, how difficult would it be to concentrate on your cards at the IO if she was on your table?

Mellor

did they refer to him as american, or did they bring in the whole born in dublin lark.

5starpool

30something wrote:

Seriously though, how difficult would it be to concentrate on your cards at the IO if she was on your table?

Ipod ftw. Her screeching would be more off putting than any stellar looks, although I can't say I would refuse......

Mellor wrote:

did they refer to him as american, or did they bring in the whole born in dublin lark.

They mentioned him being born in Monaghan alright.

phantom_lord

she's not exactly great tbf.

I'd probably just laugh at her lots, and try and fit in "I thought you had kings" somewhere.

Mellor

lol, the poker gods are going to put you at her table now,
and you HAVE to say it or they will smite you with runner runner endlessly

Goodluck2me

phantom_lord wrote:

she's not exactly great tbf.

I'd probably just laugh at her lots, and try and fit in "I thought you had kings" somewhere.

i reckon you get your kings cracked by her.... its ironic enough

curehead

good in bound though

rag2gar

http://www.radioireland.ie/lastword/lastword.html

Norwich Fan Rob

was supposed to be me and liam flood, they changed it late on when laak and tilly became available, meh, we woulda been better :P

hf4z6sqo7vjngi

two key people from the irish open.....what an intro...she sounds so annoying but hey them airbags would come in handy

hf4z6sqo7vjngi

Norwich Fan Rob wrote:

was supposed to be me and liam flood, they changed it late on when laak and tilly became available, meh, we woulda been better :P

typical lets pick the mentally unstable bloke and the ditsy actress instead of 2 irish poker pros, although liam flood does cover them both:D

LuckyLloyd

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phantom_lord

Norwich Fan Rob wrote:

was supposed to be me and liam flood, they changed it late on when laak and tilly became available, meh, we woulda been better :P

by far! ffs, idiots putting those two on.

Hectorjelly

yeah who would pick an internationally known actress and one of the most famous poker players in the world with an irish heritage over Liam Flood and NFR. Madness!

phantom_lord

lol!

turn's out, lloyds not the only poster who's posting abilities have deteriorated...

Hectorjelly

I heard hes been rubbish at football as well!

LuckyLloyd

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califano

lol i only seen this thread now. We crush people in their absence and presence:D
Its the only way. Its the Irish way!.

ianmc38

Hectorjelly wrote:

yeah who would pick an internationally known actress and one of the most famous poker players in the world with an irish heritage over Liam Flood and NFR. Madness!

Lol.

NickyOD

Don't you guys know Phil Laak reads boards?

Hectorjelly

just the poker section? or does he spend time in PI as well?

Flushdraw

What goes through Jennifers head when she get Aces.......Be warned..You wont get these 5 minutes of life back...

By Jennifer Tilly.

It’s a really strange thing. Sometimes I get the feeling that Lady Luck has not only abandoned me, but she has a personal interest in kicking me in the ass.

Take for example pocket aces. One of the creepiest hands to look down at. Why? Because the minute I see pocket aces, I know I am going to misplay them and lose a boatload of money.

My favorite hand is 2-3 suited. Why? Because you either connect or you don’t. If you don’t, you can get away from the hand. But goddamn pocket aces…

Cut to the Bellagio 25K.

I am on one of five tables jammed into a corner in the poker room, rather than the spacious Fontana Room. Right away I know it’s bad Feng Shui. I can’t even stand up to stretch without knocking into someone. It’s hot, airless, and noisy. The cocktail waitress comes around every leap year. I have taken to buying my drink at the bar during break because I am so parched by then, I’d rather just pay for it.

Phil is in the other room. I call every ninety minutes and give him a chip count. My early phone calls are chirpy: “Hey, how many chips do you have? I’m up 9k, I’m up 16…” I regale him with stories of my clever bluffs, and tell him what an easy table I have. “Calling stations!” I say happily.

Then pocket aces. Everybody limps. I raise big. Several callers. The flop, A-J-T, two hearts. I have flopped a set of aces. Check, check, then the guy to my right bets 3,000. I don’t want to slowplay, in case he’s on a flush draw. I know that’s overly cautious, but I’ve been having bad luck lately.

I raise to 10,000. He calls. I stare at him. What are the odds this guy flopped a straight? The way he plays, pretty good. He’s not some loose cannon that will call a big raise with nothing, but he is the kind of guy that thinks K-Q is a great hand.

The turn, a black seven. I check. He bets five. My pokerface cracks. I put my head in my hands, and moan. “Oh my God…” At this point I’m pretty sure, against all odds this guy flopped a straight. I mean, what else can it be? Now pot odds dictate, I call and pray the board pairs up on the river.

The river, 9.. I check, he bets 15,000. I stare at this horrible board. Now he has an up and down straight (all he needs is an eight, although I’m pretty sure he had me beat on the flop) and there’s a flush out there, as well.

I fold. He rakes in the chips smirking. I can’t help it. I have to ask. “What did you have, a straight?”

“What did you have?” he counters.

I am silent.

“Well, I know you didn’t have an A-K,” he says, bragging.

My face turns red, as I realize, “OmiGod, I laid down the best hand!” I know you didn’t have an A-K. He’s implying that’s what he had. Top pair, top kicker. And I laid down a set of aces.

“Did you lay down a set?” asks someone curiously. I can’t take it. I leap up from the table. I have to tell my bad beat story to somebody. Doyle Brunson is sitting a few tables over. I don’t know him very well, but he’s always been nice to me. “Doyle, I made a horrible laydown,” I tell him.

He listens sympathetically to my story, and when I’m done, he says decisively, “Don’t listen to him. He had you beat.”

“You think?” I say hopefully. “So when he said that thing about the A-K?”

“He was just messing with your head,” says Doyle.

I feel much better. I go back to the table in a calmer state of mind, and within twenty minutes manage to get my twenty thousand back.

Level 4. My stack has dwindled down to an unimpressive, but still respectable 18k. During break, I get stuck signing things for fans. I barely make it back in time. I am rummaging in my purse looking for my sunglasses, when I pick up my hand thinking to throw it away, and it is pocket aces.

I have a bad feeling. I make a few more stabs at trying to find my sunglasses, and then give up. Any kind of fidgety movement is a tell. “Jennifer,” I say to myself sternly. “Surely you can play pocket aces without your glasses.” I mean, they kind of play themselves, don’t they?

There have been a bunch of limpers so I make a substantial raise, hoping to end it right there so I can go back to finding my sunglasses. Everybody folds until it comes to this Asian guy on the button. He hmmms for a minute, and then he calls.

Now, this particular guy is a wildly loose player. Calls with nothing, raises with nothing. An action junkie. He likes to play. “Fine,” I tell myself. “Heads up. What can he beat me with? I’ll shut him down on the flop…”

Flop: 9-9-5. I bet four thousand. He raises four. Okay, here’s my thinking. He thinks I’m making a continuation bet. I had A-K perhaps. I missed the flop, and I’ll fold to a raise. I call. The turn comes a 7.

I check, he bets. Here’s the scenario in my head. He’s thinking, “Now she’s nervous about her hand, hence the check. I’ll fire another bullet and take down the pot.” I call again, but I am starting to not feel so good. I want it to be over. I don’t like my money in the middle. I like it to be in front of me.

The river: a five. Now the board reads 9-9- 7-5-5. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t have a five. I briefly consider the possibility that one of his two cards may be a nine. Just as quickly as the thought crosses my mind I discard it.

More likely he also has a pocket pair, jacks perhaps. Or maybe he has nothing – probably nothing. I check. He moves all in.

This gives me pause. The guy does like to play any two cards. He could have a nine… or a five. I stare at my frightened face reflected in his sunglasses, and here’s what I come up with. He was bluffing at the pot, thinking I would fold, and now this is his only way out. I call.

Nine-four offsuit. He had me from hello. In retrospect, it was probably obvious to everyone at the table but me. People were not admiring my balls; they were probably dumbfounded at my stupidity. I muck my cards face down and flee.

Phil says fish are always looking for a reason to call, which begs the question… am I a fish? People always sneer at how fish can’t lay down their pocket aces. Ironically, if I were a beginner, the postflop reraise would have shut me down. But now, because I am so smart, I play worse than a novice.

To make myself feel better I rewrite the scene in my head so I have quad fives. I imagine Mr. Clever turning over his hand thinking he has the nuts. His face drops as I modestly reveal my pocket fives. “Sorry,” I say. I rake in the chips as he picks up his backpack and Bose sound-reducing headphones and trudges away crestfallen.

For good measure, I add Jen from Pokerwire standing over my shoulder just as it happens. “Tilly slowplays quads and doubles up” reads the headline. No, even better, the Asian Guy is some famous player that I don’t recognize. “Tilly eliminates Quan” screams the headline.“Quan’s top full house was no match for Tilly’s quads…”

I am depressed. It is too early to drink (even for me). What am I going to do for the next four days? I go to Dolce & Gabbana and buy a bunch of overpriced dresses. When I get back to the room, Phil has gone out too; so I feel a little better.

He went out the same way. He thought an all-in was a bluff. Because Phil and I bluff a lot, we think everyone else is doing it. But how he went out was worse, because apparently after he left, someone plucked his cards out of the muck, and everyone had a good laugh at how he called off all his chips with just middle pair.

“People only bluff about ten percent of the time,” says Phil.

“Nobody wants to risk their tournament life on a bluff.”

Once I was playing with TJ Cloutier. Just before the table broke, he gave me a little advice. “You play pretty good,” he said kindly. “But I notice you call too much. If you think you’re beat, just lay it down. Lay it down.”

“So the guy runs a bluff on you,” says Phil. “And you lay down the best hand. Big deal. You are still alive to see more hands, and maybe next time you have him beat.”

There are axioms you hear all the time: “Don’t have an affair with a married man… Stay away from drugs… Never go broke with one pair.” These sayings were coined by people who are now sadder and wiser. But until you experience it viscerally, you don’t really know what they’re talking about. You have to personally feel the pain in order to understand.

So even though it’s a great feeling to pick off a bluff, I will keep my eye on the big picture. My goal is to get to the final table, not to be the Poker Police. In the future, whether the guy actually has the nuts, or is just representing it, I will choose my battles, and opt for survival.

NickyOD

Hectorjelly wrote:

just the poker section? or does he spend time in PI as well?

I wasn't joking, I'm serious. You'd be amazed how many famous lurkers there are here.

phantom_lord

so that's why so many unknowns were defending poker so vehemently in pi...

peeko

you know shes like 45 or something! doesn't look it

5starpool

To make myself feel better I rewrite the scene in my head so I have quad fives. I imagine Mr. Clever turning over his hand thinking he has the nuts. His face drops as I modestly reveal my pocket fives. “Sorry,” I say. I rake in the chips as he picks up his backpack and Bose sound-reducing headphones and trudges away crestfallen.

She dreams about slowrolling someone?

I think yanks have a different definition of slowrolling to us really, or else they don't really care that they do it.

Oh, and hello Phil!!!

insafehands

When I tried to watch the EPT MC with Andy Black, I just got a blank screen. And it's the same with any other site that uses WMP.

Now the Today FM file won't play and I get this message (which I've got many times before):

Windows Media Player cannot play the file. If the file is located on the Internet, connect to the Internet. If the file is located on a removable storage card, insert the storage card.

Anyone know what I could do?

Mellor

peeko wrote:

you know shes like 45 or something! doesn't look it

She's 50 next year :eek: :eek:

Gholimoli

Phil ,i will play you HU for one night with Jen.
if i loos you can have my GF for a night and while you are doing that i take care of Jen for you on that night.
what do you say?

Mellor

lol,
well thought out plan Gholi

LuckyLloyd

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5starpool

Mellor wrote:

She's 50 next year :eek: :eek:

And he is only mid thirties or somehing isn't he? Mad. Ah sure, why not.

Mellor

Yeah, he's 35 this year I think. But in fairness she looks the younger of the two. What ever floats you boat

cooker3

Mellor wrote:

Yeah, he's 35 this year I think. But in fairness she looks the younger of the two. What ever floats you boat

She can float my boat any day

phantom_lord

cooker3 wrote:

She can float my boat any day

??

she's old enough to be your mother!

cooker3

phantom_lord wrote:

??

she's old enough to be your mother!

and ??

rag2gar

Best 50 year old ever!

Mellor

phantom_llord wrote:

??

she's old enough to be your mother!

older even

Jesus Wept

id say she has had her face pulled back a million times, her skin is probably as thin as filo pastry

5starpool

The-Rigger wrote:

id say she has had her face pulled back a million times, her skin is probably as thin as filo pastry

What a post to earn your 3rd star on boards

Jesus Wept

5starpool wrote:

What a post to earn your 3rd star on boards

Should of been a gold star methinks!

Solksjaer

Is it just me, or does anyone else think Jennifer Tilly is not that great looking...yer average immigrant from Warsaw leaves her for dead...if she was playing in the fitz I'd still be staring at the waitresses.


sorry Phil I'm sure she has a great personality...

Jesus Wept

Solksjaer wrote:

Is it just me, or does anyone else think Jennifer Tilly is not that great looking...yer average immigrant from Warsaw leaves her for dead...if she was playing in the fitz I'd still be staring at the waitresses.


sorry Phil I'm sure she has a great personality...

I did a google image search for 'average immigrant from warsaw'

and came up with this...





Based on this evidence, I would have to give Tilly the nod on looks (more on default because of her gender), but she would likely lose on personality.

Flushdraw

Solksjaer wrote:

Is it just me, or does anyone else think Jennifer Tilly is not that great looking...yer average immigrant from Warsaw leaves her for dead...if she was playing in the fitz I'd still be staring at the waitresses.

Sometimes she looks like a wet thing..

other times she doesnt..(open at your own risk)

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Flushdraw

Glowingmind

Flushdraw wrote:

Sometimes she looks like a wet thing..

other times she doesnt..(open at your own risk)

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Sher it's all just makeup and special effects. All famous people are ugly in reality. Scarlett Johannsen only has 3 teeth and weighs 23 stone.

Mellor

Glowingmind wrote:

Sher it's all just makeup and special effects. All famous people are ugly in reality. Scarlett Johannsen only has 3 teeth and weighs 23 stone.

23 great looking stones

Jesus Wept

smuggling peanuts