"The Story You Are About To See Is True.
The Names Have Been Changed To Protect The Innocent."
It's summer 2007, and I've just finished my Junior year of high school. I'm a fresh faced 17 year old who loves to play poker. There was always a game to go to with a rotating cast of characters.
I'm going to try to recall a game that started off as a series of 20 dollar tournaments at the home of a veteran of the gulf war. Eventually they turned into a high pressure, drug and alcohol infused cash games.
Jim (the host) is imposing in stature, but at heart he has the best intentions. He is a heavy set man who always wore an army hat, and had a scar across the left side of his face. He kept his three purple hearts on display at his games.
And what a card player. Jim never heard the adage about calling with a gutshot. He also never understood the concept of raising, he called whether he had nodda or the nuts. As the game progressed it got worse. Calling with high cards was a regular occurrence no matter the size of the pot or the board. He only stopped throwing chips into pots when he picked up his pipe to burn some weed.
Up until that point I had never met a guy who was so liberal in passing around a pipe. He never asked anybody to bring pot, just always had a big bag, or was in the process of acquiring one.
Oh and I can't forget the infatuation with Jager. This dude loved it, and loved sharing it.
His house was always a mess. Cobwebs and dust were everywhere, and the tables we played on were disgustingly sticky and dirty. The air always smelled of weed and spilled beer.
He had a different roommate moving in and out regularly. Maybe it was due to his constant hosting of card games at all hours.
At first, it was a mix of middle aged adults and high school students. The tournaments were super fast structures, where blinds doubled every ten minutes. The play was horrible, and I took second the first time I played there.
I was pretty weirded out though, and only came to the tournaments once in a while. I wasn't a huge pot smoker, Jager wasn't all that appealing, and the whole environment just seemed a little off to me.
Late that summer, Jim began hosting 1-2 cash games with a $25 minimum and $100 max. The games started off with six to eight players, and there was only one chip value. All colors were worth one dollar. Down the line he started using reds as 5 dollar chips, and greens as 25 dollar chips.
The games started off super shallow with me buying in for $50-70, a smattering of $25-75 buy ins, and Jim always buying in for $100. Jim fueled the game with his loose passive "strategy."
The game eventually became just a few kids who liked to play cards and drink, Jim, and myself.
Most of the other kids limp folded flops, I just nitted it up and played a TAG strategy. A few puffs of the bowl kept me patient, and I never tried to bluff Jim. He was there for me like an old friend, paying off all my bets. He would pull out the benjamins with reckless abandon.
My first session I bought in for 50 and cashed out for 350! As a 17 year old doofus I thought I was the king of poker. I went home a little stoned and just stared at my winnings. I laid in bed and could hardly sleep.
Jim tried to host a game three times a week. Whether they were three handed or nine handed, you better believe I tried to be there. I don't know where his unlimited cash came from, and I didn't care at all. At the end of August I had more money than I thought I could spend.
It wasn't all fun and games though. Things would take a massive turn for the worst...
Monday, October 22, 2012
Monday, April 30, 2012
All night poker, and getting wasted while playing omaha
Then I decided to play omaha, which was a big mistake. Lost 300 in the first session. Flopping sets with redraws which didn't mean anything because my opponent(s) always had the bigger draw and spiked it. First session -300.
Second session. I decide to play omaha heavily under the unfluence. I remember vaguely flopping two sets and losing. -125.
Now I'm short on cash, and need some quick. I sell my xbox and all games for 147. Haven't touched it in a month, decided it was time to man up and stop playing games, literally.
Short buy at 1-2 for 100. The table was very deep, with a couple of very live players, so I decided to gamble it up and try to build a stack. First orbit I peek at QQ, and after 4 or 5 limpers I make it 22. I'm trying to exploit my LAG image. One call. Flop is KK2 and he checks. I think if they have a king, I'm tipping my cap. I bet big and they fold. An orbit later, QQ again. I raise to 15 after a few limps and get 3 callers. Ace flops and action ensues. I fold.
A couple orbits later, I pick up 99 in late position. Early raise to 12 and 3 calls. The game is pretty loose, so I deem this a good spot to put the squeeze on and make it 50 straight. I started the hand with 110, so if somebody wants to call the 38 more, they probably will re ship, at least I think. Nope, one call. Flop is A82. He insta ships and I have to fold.
Sure, maybe I should have shipped, but I'm playing out of my bankroll at this game. (Mistake) I figure If I see a flop I like, I can go with it. But instead of coming 10 or J high, it was A high, so no go.
A couple orbits later, I have A4 in the BB. Three limps and I check. Flop is AA4. Checks around. Turn K, checks around. river 4. There are also three hearts out. I have to bet now, and I bet 5. One call with 22. See how much respect I get?
I pick up jacks another couple orbits later after limping twice and getting raised out with 910d and QJd, respectively. I raise to 17 after some contemplation. I was thinking of shipping, but open shipping for45BB seems crazy, even for me. Two callers. Flop is 963. Time to get it in. BB fires 35, and I only have a bit left. I put it in. He flips QQ and the turn is a Q. G'night, Tommy!
The next day, I take a marker and play .50-.50 after a tournament. The game starts as a HA mix. I flop a set early in the omaha round with a hand like JJ-10-9 with a suit. Get it in against the big draw. Sound familiar? This time I win, however. My stack is around 90.
I'm playing pretty snug, and at this point we're at full ring. I step out of line here though and get a little lucky to double up. After a few limps, I make it 3.50 in the holdem round with 10-5 offsuit. After folding a few orbits at full ring, I feel like putting the chips to work. I'm on the button, and am called in a couple spots. Flop is 10-7-8 and one player, who is treating the game as an opportunity to play every hand, and play them aggressively, bets 10 bucks. I call.
I'm looking for a 2, 3, or 5, on the turn to continue. The turn is a 3. My opponent shipped dark for like 50 bucks! I'm left with a big decision. Go with my read, which is that he is on a draw trying to push me around. I tank for a few minutes, and he asks if I want a window. I say yes. He shows me an 8, for second pair. My instinct is he shows this card to induce a fold. Sure it opens a lot possibilities for hands that crush me, so why would he show it. He knows I like to make big calls, so maybe he is looking for a call.
I eventually call, and to his dismay my 10-5 is better than his 9-8, at least at the moment. It holds, and I've run my stack up to about 180 or so, which is where I cash out. Not immedietly though. I play for another couple hours, running the stack up to 220 at one point.
I switch to the all hold em table and win a few nice pots. A player with a weird, unpredictable style raises up front to two, and is 3 bet to 7 by a deep stack, who seems to be intent on 3 betting this guy. I call with 55, set mining. The initial raiser then ships for 25 more. The 3 bettor folds, unintentionally exposing A9. Now that I've seen an ace, I ponder a call. I do call, and the all in player tables A5, which doesn't hit.
He is unhappy I called, and I explain I think the exposed ace gave him less outs. He exclaims "You would've have called either way." Sure, bro.
My biggest leak is getting drunk and playing, my game really suffers. I've had a couple huge sessions wasted, but I really need to stop. A few beers is fine, but I can't fuck around with liquor while playing. So if you see me wasted, I'll probably give away my stack.
Second session. I decide to play omaha heavily under the unfluence. I remember vaguely flopping two sets and losing. -125.
Now I'm short on cash, and need some quick. I sell my xbox and all games for 147. Haven't touched it in a month, decided it was time to man up and stop playing games, literally.
Short buy at 1-2 for 100. The table was very deep, with a couple of very live players, so I decided to gamble it up and try to build a stack. First orbit I peek at QQ, and after 4 or 5 limpers I make it 22. I'm trying to exploit my LAG image. One call. Flop is KK2 and he checks. I think if they have a king, I'm tipping my cap. I bet big and they fold. An orbit later, QQ again. I raise to 15 after a few limps and get 3 callers. Ace flops and action ensues. I fold.
A couple orbits later, I pick up 99 in late position. Early raise to 12 and 3 calls. The game is pretty loose, so I deem this a good spot to put the squeeze on and make it 50 straight. I started the hand with 110, so if somebody wants to call the 38 more, they probably will re ship, at least I think. Nope, one call. Flop is A82. He insta ships and I have to fold.
Sure, maybe I should have shipped, but I'm playing out of my bankroll at this game. (Mistake) I figure If I see a flop I like, I can go with it. But instead of coming 10 or J high, it was A high, so no go.
A couple orbits later, I have A4 in the BB. Three limps and I check. Flop is AA4. Checks around. Turn K, checks around. river 4. There are also three hearts out. I have to bet now, and I bet 5. One call with 22. See how much respect I get?
I pick up jacks another couple orbits later after limping twice and getting raised out with 910d and QJd, respectively. I raise to 17 after some contemplation. I was thinking of shipping, but open shipping for45BB seems crazy, even for me. Two callers. Flop is 963. Time to get it in. BB fires 35, and I only have a bit left. I put it in. He flips QQ and the turn is a Q. G'night, Tommy!
The next day, I take a marker and play .50-.50 after a tournament. The game starts as a HA mix. I flop a set early in the omaha round with a hand like JJ-10-9 with a suit. Get it in against the big draw. Sound familiar? This time I win, however. My stack is around 90.
I'm playing pretty snug, and at this point we're at full ring. I step out of line here though and get a little lucky to double up. After a few limps, I make it 3.50 in the holdem round with 10-5 offsuit. After folding a few orbits at full ring, I feel like putting the chips to work. I'm on the button, and am called in a couple spots. Flop is 10-7-8 and one player, who is treating the game as an opportunity to play every hand, and play them aggressively, bets 10 bucks. I call.
I'm looking for a 2, 3, or 5, on the turn to continue. The turn is a 3. My opponent shipped dark for like 50 bucks! I'm left with a big decision. Go with my read, which is that he is on a draw trying to push me around. I tank for a few minutes, and he asks if I want a window. I say yes. He shows me an 8, for second pair. My instinct is he shows this card to induce a fold. Sure it opens a lot possibilities for hands that crush me, so why would he show it. He knows I like to make big calls, so maybe he is looking for a call.
I eventually call, and to his dismay my 10-5 is better than his 9-8, at least at the moment. It holds, and I've run my stack up to about 180 or so, which is where I cash out. Not immedietly though. I play for another couple hours, running the stack up to 220 at one point.
I switch to the all hold em table and win a few nice pots. A player with a weird, unpredictable style raises up front to two, and is 3 bet to 7 by a deep stack, who seems to be intent on 3 betting this guy. I call with 55, set mining. The initial raiser then ships for 25 more. The 3 bettor folds, unintentionally exposing A9. Now that I've seen an ace, I ponder a call. I do call, and the all in player tables A5, which doesn't hit.
He is unhappy I called, and I explain I think the exposed ace gave him less outs. He exclaims "You would've have called either way." Sure, bro.
My biggest leak is getting drunk and playing, my game really suffers. I've had a couple huge sessions wasted, but I really need to stop. A few beers is fine, but I can't fuck around with liquor while playing. So if you see me wasted, I'll probably give away my stack.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Golfing and overplaying overpairs.
So here I am in mid April. Last year at this point I had been out to golf maybe 5 times. This year it's already been 30.
I'm playing pretty decent and consistent golf. The ball striking seems to be right there. I keep stats and I am averaging 9 greens and 9 fairways a round. Granted, I've been playing Big Met, a generally straightforward (is that one word?) golf course.
The problem has been putting. I'm averaging 32 putts, and have had less than 30 only a few times. The other day I had 36 putts and shot 80, which frankly, should have been 76. The greens were aereated and I was playing for money, so every putt counted even if I was rolling through a hundred holes and many more grains of sand.
Let's get down to poker though. I went to Hip Hop's omaha game and dropped 300 in typical fashion. By that I mean being inexperienced at PLO and proving it to my opponents.
Then two days later the NL game at the same venue went down. I started out hot, up 150 in the first hour or so.
Opening day occured earlier in the day, and I enjoyed a multitude of alcoholic beverages, varying from beer to vodka and red bull. I polished off the maker's mark and another few beers at the poker game. Last time i won 700 doing this so why not tie one on and enjoy myself?
I look at queens in the Small blind with a stack of about 250, and after a limp or two my nemesis Colin raises to 6 on the button. I say elevation and put out 25 in chips. Colin, after telling me I 3 bet him too much, calls. The flop comes 5 high with two clubs and I fire around 40 bucks. Colin snap ships, and I pretty much snap call. Can he really stack me with QQ twice in two weeks. Basically, he did. We ran it 3x, with me on the wrong end 2x.
Down to a little over 100, I claw my way back to 350 when I look down at you guessed it. THE GABOR SISTERS, THE HILTON SISTERS, TWO LADIES! Anyone get the Mike Sexton reference? I'm on the button in a straddled pot with 3 limpers and I raise to 15 or something to that effect. The UTG player calls and checks dark.
The flop rolls out 8-3-2, and again I fire around 40. He then snap ships and I go into the tank. Wouldn't he smooth call with a set? Could he have the insane 3-2? Do I really want to fish off 175 with an overpair? WTF???
I call, and immedietly look at AA. I got the outplayed massively.
Stay tuned for a blog about an all night poker session.
I'm playing pretty decent and consistent golf. The ball striking seems to be right there. I keep stats and I am averaging 9 greens and 9 fairways a round. Granted, I've been playing Big Met, a generally straightforward (is that one word?) golf course.
The problem has been putting. I'm averaging 32 putts, and have had less than 30 only a few times. The other day I had 36 putts and shot 80, which frankly, should have been 76. The greens were aereated and I was playing for money, so every putt counted even if I was rolling through a hundred holes and many more grains of sand.
Let's get down to poker though. I went to Hip Hop's omaha game and dropped 300 in typical fashion. By that I mean being inexperienced at PLO and proving it to my opponents.
Then two days later the NL game at the same venue went down. I started out hot, up 150 in the first hour or so.
Opening day occured earlier in the day, and I enjoyed a multitude of alcoholic beverages, varying from beer to vodka and red bull. I polished off the maker's mark and another few beers at the poker game. Last time i won 700 doing this so why not tie one on and enjoy myself?
I look at queens in the Small blind with a stack of about 250, and after a limp or two my nemesis Colin raises to 6 on the button. I say elevation and put out 25 in chips. Colin, after telling me I 3 bet him too much, calls. The flop comes 5 high with two clubs and I fire around 40 bucks. Colin snap ships, and I pretty much snap call. Can he really stack me with QQ twice in two weeks. Basically, he did. We ran it 3x, with me on the wrong end 2x.
Down to a little over 100, I claw my way back to 350 when I look down at you guessed it. THE GABOR SISTERS, THE HILTON SISTERS, TWO LADIES! Anyone get the Mike Sexton reference? I'm on the button in a straddled pot with 3 limpers and I raise to 15 or something to that effect. The UTG player calls and checks dark.
The flop rolls out 8-3-2, and again I fire around 40. He then snap ships and I go into the tank. Wouldn't he smooth call with a set? Could he have the insane 3-2? Do I really want to fish off 175 with an overpair? WTF???
I call, and immedietly look at AA. I got the outplayed massively.
Stay tuned for a blog about an all night poker session.
Sunday, April 1, 2012
This weekend in poker, and the art of a good slow roll
This weekend, a poker playing friend offered to stake me at a good 1-1 hold em game. I have had some tough financial times lately, (speeding ticket, new set of tires) so my poker bankroll was on empty. I gladly accepted the 65/35 split, and told him he wouldn't regret it.
So anywho, its poker talk time. I'll do my best to recall hands, because frankly, lots of alcohol was consumed previous to and during the game. There are two hands that stick out for me. One hand, my stack was sitting at around 400 or so when i pick up the ever powerful 10-8 off on the button. A player in early position raises to 6, and I call on the button. Heads up, the flop is J43 with two spades. The raiser bets 11, and i double his raise, which I have been doing liberally all night. The reason I raise here is this flop seems to have good texture to fire a continuation bet. It comes back to the bettor and he raises an additional fifty. I go ahead and ship, going with my initial read and take it down.
A few orbits later a certain loose player begins to get steamed. He starts raising 4 or 5 times an orbit, and they are all for 10-15x the BB. I tighten up, looking to pick up a big hand and make some cheddar. And eventually I peek at KK in the blind. LAG player raises to 15, and I make it 65. He tanks, and I start the talking. I talk during hands constantly, and obviously there is purpose behind it. Anyways, I go into a shpeel about how it would be stupid to call, and how in this situation it's best to ship or lay it down. Well, he ships for over 200 and I snap call. The KK hold up against A10. I eventually cash out for just under 900... too bad i only get 35%! Oh well at least I've built some cash to gamble with.
Stupidly, I go to the bars afterwards, proceed to consume far too much, and spend a decent portion of the profits. I kept saying who wants shots, and before I knew it 50 bucks were gone. I end up walking home (if you can call it that) and repeatedly fall, and now have the bruises to show for it.
More poker. I decide to go play at the club and try to parlay my winnings. I buy in for 160, build it up to around 175 or so when I pick up Q9d on the button. Two limps, I raise to 11, and both players call. Flop is KQ9 rainbow. One check, second player bets 30, and I ship. He calls and flips over K9. Oh well. Colin told me last night I should have just folded and let the bettor take the pot uncontested... I don't agree. I would like some feedback on this hand.
Later in the day, I play a tournament at somebody's house for 60 bucks, and some stupid shit goes on. I'll get right to brass tax here. 15k starting stacks, at the 100-200 level my stack is around this point. A player who I thought was a cool dude raises the button to 600 and I call out of the BB with 10-9. The flop comes Q high with two baby cards and we go check check. Turn is another blank and again we go check check. River is a ten and I bet 500. He thinks for 20 seconds or so and says "I want to see what you have." and calls. I flip my hand, and he sits there nodding his head. I wait about 15-30 seconds and reach for the pot when he flips over K10. Wow, I don't think I've ever been slow rolled at a home game like that, espescially by somebody considered to be a friend. At the next level, 125-250, I look at 10-10 on the button with a stack of 10k. 3 limpers, I raise to 1250, and 3 callers. Flop is 7s2c2s. Checks to me and I fire 3k. EP player ships and I call. He's got J10s and the turn comes another deuce. All I need to fade is the jack, but the three outer hits and I'm out, steaming so hard I want to jump out of my seat. I'll have my revenge on the slow roller because although he got the better of me here, he rarely takes a pot off me at a cash game.
So anywho, its poker talk time. I'll do my best to recall hands, because frankly, lots of alcohol was consumed previous to and during the game. There are two hands that stick out for me. One hand, my stack was sitting at around 400 or so when i pick up the ever powerful 10-8 off on the button. A player in early position raises to 6, and I call on the button. Heads up, the flop is J43 with two spades. The raiser bets 11, and i double his raise, which I have been doing liberally all night. The reason I raise here is this flop seems to have good texture to fire a continuation bet. It comes back to the bettor and he raises an additional fifty. I go ahead and ship, going with my initial read and take it down.
A few orbits later a certain loose player begins to get steamed. He starts raising 4 or 5 times an orbit, and they are all for 10-15x the BB. I tighten up, looking to pick up a big hand and make some cheddar. And eventually I peek at KK in the blind. LAG player raises to 15, and I make it 65. He tanks, and I start the talking. I talk during hands constantly, and obviously there is purpose behind it. Anyways, I go into a shpeel about how it would be stupid to call, and how in this situation it's best to ship or lay it down. Well, he ships for over 200 and I snap call. The KK hold up against A10. I eventually cash out for just under 900... too bad i only get 35%! Oh well at least I've built some cash to gamble with.
Stupidly, I go to the bars afterwards, proceed to consume far too much, and spend a decent portion of the profits. I kept saying who wants shots, and before I knew it 50 bucks were gone. I end up walking home (if you can call it that) and repeatedly fall, and now have the bruises to show for it.
More poker. I decide to go play at the club and try to parlay my winnings. I buy in for 160, build it up to around 175 or so when I pick up Q9d on the button. Two limps, I raise to 11, and both players call. Flop is KQ9 rainbow. One check, second player bets 30, and I ship. He calls and flips over K9. Oh well. Colin told me last night I should have just folded and let the bettor take the pot uncontested... I don't agree. I would like some feedback on this hand.
Later in the day, I play a tournament at somebody's house for 60 bucks, and some stupid shit goes on. I'll get right to brass tax here. 15k starting stacks, at the 100-200 level my stack is around this point. A player who I thought was a cool dude raises the button to 600 and I call out of the BB with 10-9. The flop comes Q high with two baby cards and we go check check. Turn is another blank and again we go check check. River is a ten and I bet 500. He thinks for 20 seconds or so and says "I want to see what you have." and calls. I flip my hand, and he sits there nodding his head. I wait about 15-30 seconds and reach for the pot when he flips over K10. Wow, I don't think I've ever been slow rolled at a home game like that, espescially by somebody considered to be a friend. At the next level, 125-250, I look at 10-10 on the button with a stack of 10k. 3 limpers, I raise to 1250, and 3 callers. Flop is 7s2c2s. Checks to me and I fire 3k. EP player ships and I call. He's got J10s and the turn comes another deuce. All I need to fade is the jack, but the three outer hits and I'm out, steaming so hard I want to jump out of my seat. I'll have my revenge on the slow roller because although he got the better of me here, he rarely takes a pot off me at a cash game.
Monday, March 19, 2012
Fun at the Club!
I recently started playing at the Ohio Charity Poker Club. It is spacious and relatively well run card room, at least when you compare it to your other options in the Cleveland area. The dealers seem to be decent, the action good, and the players... well somewhat lacking in the skill department. Contrary to popular belief, I try to be as nice as possible when going to a place like this. Why? People may play hands differently against you or try not to stack you. I'm rambling, time to talk a little poker.
I sit down yesterday and buy in for the max (200). On my 3rd or 4th hand I notice the button straddles and I'm in the small blind with two jacks. I make it 20 straight and get flat called by two players, no reads at this point. The flop comes Q52 rainbow and I bet 45, and the guy to my left mucks. Then immedietly the next player ships, and obviously I fold, and he flips Q5 off. At this point I'm licking my chops... A few orbits later I pick up kings with a stack of about 160 and after 4 limps I raise to 17. Chochbag mcgee who played Q5 earlier calls. On a flop of Q4T He bets 40 and all my chips find themselves being pushed forward. He flips over Q4... Just not my day.
I switch tables and find myself next to a fellow cpmg player, Doza. I look at AJs on the button and call a raise of 7, and Doza makes it 25 total. I have about 200-210 at this point, so I call. Heads up, the flop is A105 and Doza bets 40, and I flat call. Turn 2 and it goes check check here. I check this turn to keep the pot small in case he is checking AQ or AK. River is a King and Doza bets 55 or 60. I make the crying call and look at Mike's KK... like I said, not my day.
I bring 100 to the club the next day and run it up to about 450. I start off by winning some smallish pots to bring my stack up to about 150 when I find QT off on the button and call a raise to 11 after two others have already called. We take it 5 ways and the flop is KJ6 with two spades. It checks around and the turn is an offsuit 7. One player bets 11 and I flat. Before the dealer flips the river I say "Peel an ace please, and that's exactly what she does, and it isn't a spade. The other player checks and I bet 60, trying to make it look like I'm buying it. Fortunately he snap shoves with a set of kings and gets beaten into the pot. A few hands later, I get QQ twice in a row and both times the flop comes with an ace and a king. By this time my friend busts out, so he is ready to go. I post and say, one more orbit. The jackass who stacked me with Q4 is at the table siting with 300. I'm in the BB with K7s and somebody raises to 12 and gets called in 4 or 5 spots, so I put in the extra 10. QJ2 all spades rolls out. Jackass checks and I bet 50, and he shoves. I call and he flips 93s. I leave shortly after.
This is where I make a mistake and decide to come back the club later, around 8 or so. I hop on the 1-2 list and get seated with Colin and Mike T, two players who I consider to be better than me, and Colin has like 500 BBs. Colin ends up stacking me when I look down at QQ. Colin raises UTG + 2 and gets two or three callers. I'm on the button and I reraise to 36. Everyone calls... fuck. Colin instantly fires 40 or 50 on a flop of J52. It folds to me and I smooth call with the overpair. The reason for that is I believe that Colin thinks this is a good flop texture to fire at. I figure he shuts it down on the turn and checks if it isn't a Q, K, or A. I would then check behind and take him to value town on the river. Unfortunately the J peels off on the turn and Colin snap shoves. I think briefly, and then call going with my initial read. He flips over KJ and I'm out of my seat handing him cash for chips, when the dealer mucks my cards. At this point I feel its time to go into full douche mode. I go outside and cheef down a cigarette in like two minutes. I come back to the table and look down at AK and fling 25 forward and get a couple callers. KJ7 rolls out and I grab a random amount and toss it forward. No action and I take that pot down. A few hands later I double up to 500. I can't recall exactly how, but I know as soon as I win I say, Ship it.
After winning a few more decent pots my stack swells to around 700 and I'm rolling. I limp the button with K6d after a few other limpers. The flop comes Q47 with two diamonds and doofus bets 5. I raise to 25 and get called in two spots. The turn is the 4 of diamonds, bingo. Doofus checks and I bet 89, other doofus folds and he ships for 100 more. I snap call and am somewhat shocked when he flips AJd. Once again I'm out of my chair and outside. I come back to find AKd, and i fling 30 into the pot, trying to look as tilted as possible. Called in 3 spots... flop is A23. I bet 75 and get no action. I'm sitting with about 550 when I look at QTd on the button. EP player raises to 12, two callers, I call. Flop is 7x8d9d. EP bets 40, gets called, and I make it 114 with my omega draw. He ships for 200 additional chips. I tank. The pot has 334, and I need to call 200 to win it. But, if I hit a straight flush, I also probably win the high hand bonus, which is around a grand. Unfortunately I call and look at his J9s. Blank Blank and I lose.
Then I move to PLO with Colin because I'm trying to get even, lol. I can't really analyze PLO effectively, but I'll try this hand. Button straddle to 6, I look at As5s7h3h or something like that. Basically everybody limps and the straddler pots it. Two calls in front of me so I call. A few more callers behind. Flop is Ad7s2s and the straddle bets around pot. It folds to me, and I notice the player to my left exposes his cards to me. I have told him multiple times up to this point that he is doing this. I glimpse an Ace in his hand so I know the bettor doesn't have a set of those. I say "lets smoke pot" and ship around 275. The bettor snap calls with 8d7d7c5c or something to that effect and we run it twice, with me losing both.
I sit down yesterday and buy in for the max (200). On my 3rd or 4th hand I notice the button straddles and I'm in the small blind with two jacks. I make it 20 straight and get flat called by two players, no reads at this point. The flop comes Q52 rainbow and I bet 45, and the guy to my left mucks. Then immedietly the next player ships, and obviously I fold, and he flips Q5 off. At this point I'm licking my chops... A few orbits later I pick up kings with a stack of about 160 and after 4 limps I raise to 17. Chochbag mcgee who played Q5 earlier calls. On a flop of Q4T He bets 40 and all my chips find themselves being pushed forward. He flips over Q4... Just not my day.
I switch tables and find myself next to a fellow cpmg player, Doza. I look at AJs on the button and call a raise of 7, and Doza makes it 25 total. I have about 200-210 at this point, so I call. Heads up, the flop is A105 and Doza bets 40, and I flat call. Turn 2 and it goes check check here. I check this turn to keep the pot small in case he is checking AQ or AK. River is a King and Doza bets 55 or 60. I make the crying call and look at Mike's KK... like I said, not my day.
I bring 100 to the club the next day and run it up to about 450. I start off by winning some smallish pots to bring my stack up to about 150 when I find QT off on the button and call a raise to 11 after two others have already called. We take it 5 ways and the flop is KJ6 with two spades. It checks around and the turn is an offsuit 7. One player bets 11 and I flat. Before the dealer flips the river I say "Peel an ace please, and that's exactly what she does, and it isn't a spade. The other player checks and I bet 60, trying to make it look like I'm buying it. Fortunately he snap shoves with a set of kings and gets beaten into the pot. A few hands later, I get QQ twice in a row and both times the flop comes with an ace and a king. By this time my friend busts out, so he is ready to go. I post and say, one more orbit. The jackass who stacked me with Q4 is at the table siting with 300. I'm in the BB with K7s and somebody raises to 12 and gets called in 4 or 5 spots, so I put in the extra 10. QJ2 all spades rolls out. Jackass checks and I bet 50, and he shoves. I call and he flips 93s. I leave shortly after.
This is where I make a mistake and decide to come back the club later, around 8 or so. I hop on the 1-2 list and get seated with Colin and Mike T, two players who I consider to be better than me, and Colin has like 500 BBs. Colin ends up stacking me when I look down at QQ. Colin raises UTG + 2 and gets two or three callers. I'm on the button and I reraise to 36. Everyone calls... fuck. Colin instantly fires 40 or 50 on a flop of J52. It folds to me and I smooth call with the overpair. The reason for that is I believe that Colin thinks this is a good flop texture to fire at. I figure he shuts it down on the turn and checks if it isn't a Q, K, or A. I would then check behind and take him to value town on the river. Unfortunately the J peels off on the turn and Colin snap shoves. I think briefly, and then call going with my initial read. He flips over KJ and I'm out of my seat handing him cash for chips, when the dealer mucks my cards. At this point I feel its time to go into full douche mode. I go outside and cheef down a cigarette in like two minutes. I come back to the table and look down at AK and fling 25 forward and get a couple callers. KJ7 rolls out and I grab a random amount and toss it forward. No action and I take that pot down. A few hands later I double up to 500. I can't recall exactly how, but I know as soon as I win I say, Ship it.
After winning a few more decent pots my stack swells to around 700 and I'm rolling. I limp the button with K6d after a few other limpers. The flop comes Q47 with two diamonds and doofus bets 5. I raise to 25 and get called in two spots. The turn is the 4 of diamonds, bingo. Doofus checks and I bet 89, other doofus folds and he ships for 100 more. I snap call and am somewhat shocked when he flips AJd. Once again I'm out of my chair and outside. I come back to find AKd, and i fling 30 into the pot, trying to look as tilted as possible. Called in 3 spots... flop is A23. I bet 75 and get no action. I'm sitting with about 550 when I look at QTd on the button. EP player raises to 12, two callers, I call. Flop is 7x8d9d. EP bets 40, gets called, and I make it 114 with my omega draw. He ships for 200 additional chips. I tank. The pot has 334, and I need to call 200 to win it. But, if I hit a straight flush, I also probably win the high hand bonus, which is around a grand. Unfortunately I call and look at his J9s. Blank Blank and I lose.
Then I move to PLO with Colin because I'm trying to get even, lol. I can't really analyze PLO effectively, but I'll try this hand. Button straddle to 6, I look at As5s7h3h or something like that. Basically everybody limps and the straddler pots it. Two calls in front of me so I call. A few more callers behind. Flop is Ad7s2s and the straddle bets around pot. It folds to me, and I notice the player to my left exposes his cards to me. I have told him multiple times up to this point that he is doing this. I glimpse an Ace in his hand so I know the bettor doesn't have a set of those. I say "lets smoke pot" and ship around 275. The bettor snap calls with 8d7d7c5c or something to that effect and we run it twice, with me losing both.
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