Not much to report here, I busted out pretty early against a new player when my pocket queens ran into his kings. I certainly blame myself first, but I also recognize that against other players that I knew better I might have had a fighting chance.
He min-raised pre-flop from the cutoff (which is always a red flag in my mind, donk alert!) and I popped it a good chunky raise, I got one caller behind me and new guy flat called. The flop came ragged 8 high, he led out another pitiful min-bet. I pounced with a pot sized bet. The player behind me folded and the new guy insta-shoved.
I tanked for a bit, but I knew I couldn't get away from it. My big fear was that he had flopped a set. I was praying for some stupid thing like an A8os. I thought there was a fairly good chance he was pushing with Jacks, tens or nines. I had committed enough chips already, that I would be down to less than 1K from a starting stack of 1500 if I laid it down. Surely he would raise more than the minimum pre-flop with cowboys or rockets.
Since most of the players in our league who splash around with min-bets and raises tend to suck, I figured new guy did too. I called and his kings smacked my bitch ass silly. Ah well. As I railed the rest of the tourney, I watched his play pretty closely. Yep, he was tighter than a dolphin's ass - a nit as they say. He overbet his made hands (but always min-bet or raised pre-flop) and folded to the merest hint of a continuation bet.
In hindsight, I don't like either of our plays. An over pair in this league, or anywhere I suppose, isn't the automatic stone cold nuts. Yes, if an overcard, King or Ace, had come - I probably would have folded in this instance based simply on lack of information about the player; why I didn't fold in this case was simply a case of aggressive instincts against a ragged board.
One more regular tourney, then it's the TOC. Hopefully I can at least cash in this next one, and preserve my substantial discount into the final Championship.
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