Complex Strikes Back!

WS III Game 7 Results

You might not believe it but I'm this week's winner, I  guess the poker gods called in sick for the night.

I took Shock G's comment as an assult and defended all that is right on the Tour. Complexer Mister Pibb stood with me as we showed the Westside this is how we do.

To celebrate my 6th 4SPT victory, I am inviting all 4th Streeters to meet me at Roscoe's Chicken and Waffle tonight where I'll be treating to what else... chicken and waffles. If you're interested let me know so we can reserve enough seats.

Final Table
1. Complex Slim - $260
2. Mister Pibb - $120
3. ALternate - $80
4. II-Pod -$40
5. Shock G
6. Factor
7. Drud
8. Will Shake

The Rest
9. Storm
10. Will Call
11. C-Mint
12. Clayton
13. Sir Pick
14. Cooler
15. High Noon
16. Machine
17. Rick
18. Wou-tang
19. Scrubs
20. Brandon
21. The Most
22. Alek?
23. Bookie
24. First Lady
25. King Richard

Comments

[Slim]

Mister Pibb - that was one hell of a battle. You are the true original 4th Streeter.

First Lady - for calling me out this morning by saying "Are you going to win or what? Damn." Which lead to my declaration that I would treat 4th St to some Roscoe's when I won.

Mister Pick - Thanks for the support and supreme confidence all night even when, because of my short stack, you had no reason to believe. That's the second time you've stuck around in my corner for a win.

Chad and Suze - thanks for hosting.

Shock G - Nice try.

[First Lady]

I couldn't be happier! A long overdue Year III win for my absolute favorite 4th Streeter (no offense to the Bookie). Though I knew with full confidence all day long that Jeff was going to win it was one hell of an uphill battle! Jeff came into heads up with less than 10% of the total chips in play and played some serious poker against Pibb to take it down.

C-Mint, this epic heads up battle among the founding fathers of 4th street only solidifies my resolve that Clayton should not be allowed in as part of the Complex Crew. Complexers are 4th Street O.G.s who share a strong history and friendship. Newbies need not apply.

[Storm]

Congrats Slim, you and Pibb are truly tough ass sons of bitches.

[Marco]

Congratulations Slim, Damn, i should have stuck around for some chicken.

[the cooler]

Holy cow. Finally things go your way! Well deserved and long overdue.

Pibb - You are the man. You owned me all night long. I am glad to see that you got heads up to make it a Complex showdown.

[will]

Nice win Slim, I'll say now that I believed in you all along. Chicken and Waffles....really? Roscoe's is awesome, but I'll have to pass due to dinner plans but if it's a late night Roscoe's trip I may stop by with the lady to say hello.

Another strong finish for Al who is looking to run and hide with the season points lead.

Thanks to Chad and Suze for hosting, serving drinks. So when can we expect The II-Pod Nano?

[The MOst]

Thank you Susan and Chad. I'm sorry I didn't drink and eat more.

Congratulations to Complex Slim. I have secretly been hoping for your 6th for a few weeks.

To those of you at the poker table who take a long ass time thinking about your plan of action, or who spend extended periods of time making cute faces and looking at people out of the corner of your eye, or who repeatedly refuse to realize that the action is on you, or who falsely deliberate folding your 48off when someone has raised your big blind, or who generally go through a long-winded process of checking and re-checking your cards and thumbing some chips and looking around the table before you act I apologize for yelling in your general direction last night.

By all means continue to waste everyone's time and significantly lessen the amount of hands that everyone sees during the course of the night. When a player is able to get up and have lengthy conversations with many players at other tables without being the slightest bit concerned about whether or not the action might be on him because every other hand is taking appx. 4-6 minutes, that means the table is abnormally slow. I can understand deliberating for minutes on end when there are thousands/millions of dollars at stake, and I also understand that I am being a cantankerous c_nt right now, but at 4th street I think I speak for everyone when I say we are most of us skilled, adept poker players who comprehend the finer points of the game and act accordingly.

The End. Congratulations and McGillacutties all around for Jeff Holsey who is a Champion of the Highest Order because it is hard to both manage and win a poker tournament.

[Pibb]

Congrats Slim. That was a quite a the battle. Facing you heads up at the final table ... I don't remember when the last time that happened. (Maybe'03 when there was only one table maybe...) Way to represent the 4th St Dojo!

While I didn't take it down I did enjoy throwing a shovelful of dirt of Shock G's grave. Very satisfying.

Thanks of course to Chad and Suze for some serious hosting. Crispy mini-tacos rock.

[The First Sister]

Congrats, Jeff!!! I started to give Jenn a little pep talk to defend her Season Points and she waved me off, letting me know that it was your night. Have fun tonight!

[the cooler]

I agree with The Most on this one.

[Slim]

Marco, Roscoe's is tonight.

[Al]

Once I saw you double up to about 20% of the chips I had to bail. Something told me it would be looong battle. And indeed it was. A very nice win, Jefe.

Titillation.

[Storm]

Which Roscoe's and what's the ballpark figure for time you tough s.o.b?

Also who was responsible for Max's demise?

[Slim]

Roscoe's on Pico and La Brea.

8-ish. But let me know what time works if you're interested.

Shock G had one of the most digusting suck outs to take Max out. Flop A 3 x. Max bets. G goes all-in. Max calls with A6. G has 25. Turn 5. River 5. Goodnight.

[Ivan]

Great job, Slim! No back-handedness here.

[High Noon]

Congrats to Mr. Slim!!! Thanks to all for coming over...it truly was a blast (though I still couldn't make it to final table).

Oh...and I am so in for some Roscoe's. Baby wants the the "Carol C. Special," 1 succulent breast and 1 delicious waffle!

What time???

[High Noon]

8ish works for us!

[the cooler]

Will there be any sort of poker game after Roscoe's?

[Storm]

That's Gs Modus Operandi if I've ever seen it. 25? He probably raised with it too. He is many adjectives that are best left unsaid.

[The Canadian Mint]

Jen, I see your point about the O.G. Complex. I felt the presence of the Complex growing strong and got carried away. If it weren't for that retardo flop A,K,Q when I had K,Q and G-Cock had J,10 maybe I might have been there too.

Last night reminds me of the very beginning of the tour. For those of you newbies, here's how it all started:

A History of the Fourth Street Poker Tour — Part I

by Charles "C-Mint" Wachter

Sweating and defeated, Pibb “John Antonio” pushed all in. “I see your bullshit and I raise.” And thus, the first game on the infamous 4th Street Poker Tour began as it ended – with a whole lot of cuervo and cajones.

The seeds of the tradition that you are enjoying today were born in the Complex on Fourth Street in Santa Monica, California. In those protean times, Complex Slim, The First Lady, Hi Lo, The Canadian Mint, Rising Sonny, Big Daddy, Dogs Playing Poker and Pokerhauntas would regularly get together for barbeques and impromptu parties at Pibb’s place or the Mint’s. They all lived at the Complex, and, in a happy coincidence of relocation, they all became good friends. They played poker.

Before the Tour had a name, it had an attitude: No poker bullshit. Pibb knew it when he saw it. The Tour had its first visitor from outside of the Complex. He was a short, balding man with acne scars, an accent and a limp that the Tour, to this day, never talks about. The Gremlin was smack talking odds, not as a point of discussion, but in a vainglorious attempt to intimidate the granite wall that was Pibb. In an act of creation, the Pibb, with nothing in his hand other than luck and anger, called his bullshit and re-raised all-in pre-flop. When a 2 came on the river, completing a pair for Pibb, The Gremlin left and never returned again and the Fourth Street Poker Tour was born. “Let there be flops.”

The Fourth Street Poker Tour was a place of danger and myth back then, with Gremlins and Monicas roaming the night. But under the watchful eyes of the Complex Slim and the First Lady, the outlaw games slowing started falling into line. Varmints from other parts started to show up to the game and wouldn’t dare smack talk for fear of the repercussions. If they did, the Slim would sick a drunk Canadian Mint on them to beat ‘em down with ridiculous hands and a non-stop assault of Canadianisms. It was an uneasy time for the Tour, but it survived, persisting on cactus and the occasional rainfall for sustenance.

It wasn’t until the Oak Street Boys rolled into town that the Tour had its greatest challenge. The Kansas City Bluff, Seattle Slew, and Brody were the first to walk onto Fourth Street. Stories of what happened those weeks are few and far between, as many never lived to see another game. But those that did survive, co-exist in an uneasy truce, and are among us today. None of them like to talk about those fateful weeks. And all those who survived are mere shadows of their former selves. But in the blood of those mighty takedowns, the Tour was galvanized, forged in the gunslinging back and forth of the oldest and deepest rivalry in Santa Monica. The Fourth Street Complex vs. The Oak Street Boys. It is on their backs that the Tour is founded. The Battle for Fourth Street will forever go down in the history of the Tour, as the ugliest chapter in an otherwise glorious tale.

Word of the Battle soon leaked across the land, inspiring all types to make the trip to the Complex in search of Gold and glory. Mercenaries such as the Rookie, Big Boss Man, and The Cooler rolled into town for a try at the ever-growing Fourth Street pot. Gunslingers all, they fought hard for respect and a spit of land to call their own.

The Tour was growing weekly; its gravity strengthening. Word of this made it back to a distant feudal lord. King Richard had been living comfortably in the neighboring Kingdom of Mar Vista and the news troubled him. The landscape of his power was being threatened on the edges of his feudal lands. He knew he would have to quell these barbarians at his gate, lest he lose all that he owned.

Next week… the Dirtbag Rebellion against the King's draconian rule.

Congrats Slim... you and I demonstrated the ying and yang of poker competence last night, and bookended 4th Street... well done I presume, 'cause I was forced to retire early...

If any of you besides the Cooler are interested in poker after Roscoes, I'd enjoy hosting a cash game or freeze out or any such...

[King Richard]

The prior nameless post is mine...

[Marco]

Wow! imagine how much my work suffers on fridays?! when i can't even read and comprehend a short paragraph. Thinking about it, i wonder if the most wast referring to me? people know i can't play poker, but i never thought i was a slower.

[Clayton]

Congrats Jeff, monkey gone? Can you look me in the eye again?
MOst - you play too much on-line...if you truly were into the finer points of the game, you wouldn't have freaked out about being outdrawn with a poor hand. Futhermore, if I you hadn't bet out of turn when I had my trips, you wouldn't have lasted to the 1/2 hour mark. Just be fortunate that I made a mistake by matching your bet.
First Lady - Just to ease your mind, the whole idea was cooked up by the canadian. I even told him to lay off the idea but he kept pressing. I certainly am not looking to invade your sacred space...

To all others - health and happiness

[Drud Report]

Posts way too long here.

Jeff: I had a feeling you were going to take it down soon. I even thought you might do it before last night's game. Good job, and what a cool offer on the chicken and waffles. I don't think anyone else (well, at least me) would've made such a generous offer. Creative and interesting.