Live At The Bike OVER AND OUT!---The Bicycle Casino Tonight With Jamie Gold, 2006 WSOP Champion.
"Since you didn't write a book yet," I told him, "the only thing I can imitate about your game is the Blueberries". (He ate them constantly during the World Series, and credits them with his win--because they are a super "brain food"
I bought 4 pints of Blueberries, before I went to play poker and channeled Jamie! I had no idea he would be playing last night so it was a "meaningful coincidence" or was I Being Fooled By Randomness again....the architecture of my own brain that thinks things are happening by chance when they are actually happening by design.
I got to talk story with The Oracle, Jamie Gold, and yes he does possess Christ-like healing powers. I could care less if I ever played cash games again. The chip swings are too huge. Just Like I left Las Vegan, and started eating egg whites again (that's chicken eggs folks!), I am leaving Las Vegas, and giving up live cash games. From now on, only 10K buy in's for me! Black Swan Events---The Impact of the Highly Improbable, and the Law of Large Numbers.
In tournament play, once your chips are gone, so are you, but the prize payouts are so high compared with cash games: In a cash game, you can always dig into your pocket for more money, when you bust out. I no longer want to dig in. Dig?
Tournament play demands patience to survive and win. Winning at cash games demands a whole other level of thought and deception. You need to reach into your bag of tricks and run the occasional big bluff to be a consistent cash game winner. It's like chess + luck, or 100% skill and 100% luck.
Another difference between big buy-in tournaments and high-stakes cash games is the level of players that compete in each. Even in the $10,000 WSOP 2006 main event, there was a high percentage of low-skilled amateur players. That’s just not the case in high-stakes cash games where the tables are littered with professional sharks, like Jamie Gold.
Instant gratification takes too long! Falling into the "Now"Trap and being impatient about patience...
Jamie has a weathered look, and I think the instant overall conceit in his own abilities as a poker player after he won the WSOP, and the absurd presumption in his own good fortune that followed, is over...Yet, we won't be seeing a THS True Hollywood Story on "E" about his Lottery demise. He's bankable and intelligent and a donkey---that makes him a Smart Ass!
A Poker Epiphaney-A Movable Feast
Nevertheless, too much respect for money makes you a bad holdem player--- I have become a bad player--I used to say, "When you lose, you lose money, when you win, you lose respect for money." I Respect money again! thanks to the W2 world of work.
My definition of TILT:
The number one thing I hate about the game I love---It is when inspiration turns to motivation: when I stray from the detached results mode of playing--where making good decisions is more important (process) and how I make decisions based on incomplete information, situations and people, are paramount regardless of the outcome. When, instead, the "gulp" factor of having to win (results oriented) takes over, I am not just risk averse, but also lose averse; and when wanting to win is replaced by needing to win, you become impoverished.
Three things have to take place to play at my higher levels-There are things about poker you know (the rules, the facts), things that you know you know (intuition), and then there are things you know you know you know (inspiration). Even Jamie can't inspire me at this point. Two out of three is bad Mr Loaf, I mean Mr Meatloaf! Subject matter expertise and Intuition without inspiration ...
Tight is Right, I mean wrong
Last night I won, but I lost...my edge... I didn't play my traditional A game(loose aggressive). I didn't shove all in with the nut flush draw (I would have made it). I didn't call with the right implied odds.(I would have tripled up) I folded the best hands pre flop to raise and re-raise. Everybody wants to go to heaven, but nobody wants to die. Just ask Chip Reese
Calling poker a sport is like calling bald a hair color. Yet this male pattern madness--- an 800 lb gorilla known as Texas No Limit Hold em (a.k.a. NLH)--- got a new haircut last night in Bell, CA.
Broke Back Poker-Jamie Eats What he Kills
Without the right game, the right people don't show up. Jamie's still running his game, the trash talk, the playing people instead of cards...Poker is, after all, anything you can get away with.Things don't even out with time, they even out with the number of hands you play, and Jamie has certainly played a lot of hands.
You can't spell Manslaughter without laughter, so when Jamie eats what he kills, he makes sure his neighbors are having a good time. It's not keeping up with the Jonses, but dragging them down to his level. Opponents got spun with a no limit dyslexia, the inability to read the writing on the wall. Finally, when Jamie was done with Sqaure One, he picked it up, and cashed out.
The table had that "Loyal Order of The Moose Lodge" -aqua velva stench to it---Playing poker like the Joes, -Karaoke Poker a cheap imtation of -The Phil Helmeuth Starting hand requirements for pre flop raises—AA,KK,AKsuited JJ---lots of banter and very little card playing...and Jamie owned the table.
Sometimes nothing can be a good hand. Jamie made this great continuation bet, when he pre-raised, and flopped nothing, (He flashed his cards and I saw AK as the table folded and he mucked! ) One after another, players got spun with a no limit dyslexia, the inability to read the writing on the wall.
ROUNDER verses FLOUNDERS--The Fish were on the hook
For a poker Balla like Jamie, nothing is better than when that average Joe Player sits down at a poker table. Why? Because JOE just sat down with money he INTENDS to lose!
There is no more +EV situation, and most tables in a live poker room are filled with players exactly like that. When you treat No Limit Hold em as only a game of chance instead of skill, it is not a law of probability, it's a fact for games with negative expectations: Risk of ruin is 100%.
JOES verses PROS
Joe plays when he "feels" like it, a Pro, all the time! Call them perpetual shortcuts JOES make when losing poker ASAP; and as any of the PROS will tell you, they don't need cards to win--that's for amateurs. Pro Players specialize in other people's biases! especially that malignant optimistic one that beats its chest and says, "I'm the best player at the table".
Jamie's Secrets to Beating America's 92 Million Irrational Poker Players, Part Behavioral Finance-Part ART Part SCIENCE
The Six million dollar man's won and lost $1 Million Dollars on GSN's High Stakes to Poker's Royalty--- Brunson, Negreanu, Farha and Antonius, the cream of the crop; but did a lot better with the Joes, the bottom of the barrel: as he took down the $1000 buy in NLH game at the Bicycle Casino; as Vinny Bag a Donuts And Joe Six Pack "donated" to Jamie's buy in for Tomorrow's WPT Legends Of Poker $10K event.
My favorite hand Jamie ever played, on High Stakes Poker, Sent Patrik Antonius to Hellsinki. I wrote about it: Driving Raisey Daisey--750K Largest Pot in High Stakes Poker History
In the "This has nothing to do with poker" department...
And now the truth about lying... This is like VISA--priceless!
Apparently, Jamie Gold is one.(But his critics mean it in the nicest way---I don't have a problem with Jamie's "bluffs"---telling lies and getting paid is called Poker.
Jamie happens to have a pathological relationship with the truth, according to Defamer...
Jamie Gold never represented any of the people he keeps saying he has. Lies, lies, lies. He was an ASSISTANT, and then a very very junior agent at a small agency in the early 1990's who MIGHT have taken messages from some of these people, before forwarding them to their real agent. He is a classic Hollywood liar - other people's successes become his own, and his own failures become somebody else's. He has always had a pathological relationship with the truth...which makes him ideal for poker. Sigh. But have you noted his deranged ramblings about being the basis for the Ari Gold character in Entourage? What would your dancing Ari Emanuel mascot say!? It's really kind of sad, if you think about it; first taste of fame that he says he doesn't want, and he pops off a few corkers that defy credulity.
It's really freaking a lot of us out who have known him over the years, to hear these wild, ridiculous claims in the press; it is also crude that the mainstream media has never checked any of this out, and keeps calling him an ex-talent agent, and citing this long list of stars he has supposedly been instrumental in creating. He's an ex-talent agent like Naomi Campbell is an ex-actress - forgettable, failed and dangerous. He hasn't even managed or been an agent in years and years.
To be perfectly blunt, the only REAL celebrity Jamie Gold has ever personally signed and represented was Ron Jeremy. That's right. Ron The Hedgehog Jeremy. Not Jeffrey Wright. Not Lucy Liu, not Melora Walters, not Felicity Huffman, none of them. His agency was more like Talent Agency Waiting Room of the Damned. Think last stop on the downward spiral, and those were his clients. As for being James Gandolfini's rep (an actor he somehow managed to steal when he went solo for one disastrous year), that's a joke; that honor REALLY belonged to his ex-partner, who at that time wisely broke up with Jamie, probably right when he started repping porn stars. Which most of his former theatrical clients did, by the way; seems even they, in the ninth circle of agency rep hell, couldn't bear to be associated with Jamie Gold's Van Nuys Talent Hut.