...unlucky at cards I guess.
Get all the money in with AK, fish has AQ. Flop K6J. Turn 2. River 10.
Get all the money in with TPTK and Nut flush draw. Nut flush comes, but fish hits a runner runner for a straight flush.
Flop the wheel. Fish catches a two on the turn to give his six rag a higher straight.
Flop trip jacks. Fish shoves and backdoors a flush.
Lose every race for three weeks.
AK loses to AQ.
Pair of eights loses to AQ on the river.
Pair of fours loses to AK on the river.
Flop the nut flush, fish turns two pair and fills up on the river -after the chips are all in.
Good times.
Every good decision recently it seems is met by the inevitable five outer hitting on the turn. I've gotten to the point where I feel sick to my stomach if I get my money in good. On the infrequent occasion where I make a bad or marginal decision and get in behind, I don't even bother to hope to get lucky.
I used to detest the whiners on the poker forums. Who wants to listen to some results oriented loser bemoan the record number of two outers foisted on them by some cosmic doomswitch in the online realm.
I used to roll my eyes, I used to think "whatever". I am decision oriented - I am calm cool and collected. I had my aces cracked by A4 at HPC and barely got my heart rate up. I fooled myself into being happy because of such an uber-donk call.
Today, I think I'm starting to sympathize with the pity party jackasses.
Sigh. Not really. I guess.
The good news is, that if I lose my online bankroll (which you may remember started as 0 and was up to over $400) I get to be finished with online poker forever. It's not very likely (I'm still at $200) but it is nice to have a sensible fallback plan.
As for live poker - I final tabled at HPC and had my aces cracked by nines before the money. Then I went back and got six outered on the river - then I was back today and got sucked out (again) on a crucial hand and then for the next hour (with my stack a shell of its former self) found myself about as card dead as can be.
When I finally got around to making a move with the first face card I had seen in 45 minutes (the ripe with potential Jc10c) I ran smack into a snap call with A10 by a guy who didn't have many more chips than me. Well played sir.
I'm trying so hard of late to find my old zen poker self - and I know I'll get there. Yes, I still don't play during the week, but maybe I need a longer hiatus.
In any event, the biggest point really is that I need to re-find the fun. My game always seemed to grow the most when I wasn't concerned with being Phil Ivey - I always did the best when I just played for the love of the game. It seems tougher now, because I truly can see that I'm better than all but 2 or 3 players at the average table. I expect to do better than I have been.
I do still love the game. Thankfully, on Full Tilt I don't have any losses to chase. If I get back down to zero, it will back to play chips.
Flatline is a fixed budget of $150, which I have yet to ever fall under - and I still have $100 left for this season.
As for live, I am actually still up quite a bit - but if I get under zero again, I still plan to stick to my budget, which is one live tourney a month (which I rarely make anyway, it's usually every other month).
And no, I'm not concerned with supplementing my income, and certainly don't see making a living any time soon. Nor would I want to, being a poker pro is a soul sucking grind, of that I'm sure. Playing recreationally is too on occasion I've noticed.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Just when you think you're really good...
Poker comes along and humbles you.
The good news is, I haven't been playing terrible or even that bad really. But the shoe has dropped, and I'm 0-3 in flatline, not even making it to the final 20 let alone the final table! I also managed to drop about 10 buy ins on MTT's before cashing on Full Tilt, losing seemingly every race and getting in behind time after time with premium or middling cards.
Everyone loves bad beat stories, so here's mine. (BTW, as Homer Simpson would say, "That's sarcasm in case you didn't know.")
Flatline:
T1 - I wake up with kings in the third hand. Standard raise, one caller behind in the SB. Flop comes rags, he check raises me. Like an idiot (because I happen to be playing an idiot) I shove. He snap calls with a set of sixes. Exit me.
I played that one badly, though I'll concede in our turbo structure that it's pretty hard to get away from cowboys when no over cards hit.
T2 - This one is all on the donkey to my right. Again, about half a dozen hands in, a whole gang of limpers, I look down at Aces and shove. Single caller - with A9. He flops a set of nines, then turns quads. That is what we call a fucking cooler.
I played this one exceptionally well - knowing with a virtual stable of burros behind me, chances are I would get a call. I was ecstatic when he showed his cards, though in the back of my mind I feared a flush (his A9 was sooooted you see).
Be happy. You want that call.
T3 - Last night, about a dozen hands in. I had already stacked donkey number one by slow playing my flopped two pair that turned into a boat - got all of his chips when he had aces in the hole that he played so slowly as to allow himself to be bitch slapped by my Gus Hansen like garbage. Hey, he gave me the right price by just smooth calling my limp.
For the bad beat that saw me exit early for the third straight week I had A9 suited, though I played it correctly by raising from the cutoff. The button called and I flopped two pair. I led out, the button raised. I tanked. There was a flush draw, but I knew this player (Timmy, a guy who is about the best in the league besides me lol) was not likely to get out of line on a draw so early in the tournament and with stacks so deep, nor was he likely to have a set of aces or nines or threes (the third card) he would have re-raised with aces and folded with threes and I already had a nine. I shoved, wanting to give the impression of a bluff. It worked.
He snap called with TPTK - yep, big slick. Big stinking trap hand in this instance that saw him dead to three cards, one of which of course he hit on the river.
GG me.
I won't bore you further with the details of my weekend cold streak over on Full Tilt. Let's just say it was a healthy mixture of brutal cards and my own tilt induced donkage that contributed to the $20 chunk being taken out of my bankroll. The good news is on that front that I've stabilized a bit and gone fairly deep in two huge field dollar tourneys. Still haven't managed to get into the real money though (upwards of $50).
Poker crushes the souls of people on a regular basis. Those of us who are blessed with the awareness of variance and being decision oriented have a much easier time than those who are emotion driven and focused on results. Still, poker is a brutal beast - even for the most detached and zen like hobbyists, one of which I am struggling to be in this current streak.
Still, I will carry on. I've taken to banning myself from Full Tilt during the week except for Monday nights - and I make sure that I don't play late on Sunday night, it can be a real bear to go to work when you've been up until 3am. This makes it alot easier to be enthusiastic about the game when I get to return to it - I'm hoping that enthusiasm will start resulting in better play and a better focus when the bad beats inevitably reoccur.
My live game has been fair to middling - I recently had a H.O.R.S.E. tournament at my home which was great fun even though I went out early (busted by a combustible card rack who is typically a passive fish). Up next is Omaha/8, before we return to NLHE for the remainder of the year. I don't expect I'll get that far, unless the poker Gods can see fit to get me off of my current spate of running bad. O8, especially in tournament format, is a pretty card dependent game. I have no doubt if I can by some miracle run half decent I will cash.
The good news is, I haven't been playing terrible or even that bad really. But the shoe has dropped, and I'm 0-3 in flatline, not even making it to the final 20 let alone the final table! I also managed to drop about 10 buy ins on MTT's before cashing on Full Tilt, losing seemingly every race and getting in behind time after time with premium or middling cards.
Everyone loves bad beat stories, so here's mine. (BTW, as Homer Simpson would say, "That's sarcasm in case you didn't know.")
Flatline:
T1 - I wake up with kings in the third hand. Standard raise, one caller behind in the SB. Flop comes rags, he check raises me. Like an idiot (because I happen to be playing an idiot) I shove. He snap calls with a set of sixes. Exit me.
I played that one badly, though I'll concede in our turbo structure that it's pretty hard to get away from cowboys when no over cards hit.
T2 - This one is all on the donkey to my right. Again, about half a dozen hands in, a whole gang of limpers, I look down at Aces and shove. Single caller - with A9. He flops a set of nines, then turns quads. That is what we call a fucking cooler.
I played this one exceptionally well - knowing with a virtual stable of burros behind me, chances are I would get a call. I was ecstatic when he showed his cards, though in the back of my mind I feared a flush (his A9 was sooooted you see).
Be happy. You want that call.
T3 - Last night, about a dozen hands in. I had already stacked donkey number one by slow playing my flopped two pair that turned into a boat - got all of his chips when he had aces in the hole that he played so slowly as to allow himself to be bitch slapped by my Gus Hansen like garbage. Hey, he gave me the right price by just smooth calling my limp.
For the bad beat that saw me exit early for the third straight week I had A9 suited, though I played it correctly by raising from the cutoff. The button called and I flopped two pair. I led out, the button raised. I tanked. There was a flush draw, but I knew this player (Timmy, a guy who is about the best in the league besides me lol) was not likely to get out of line on a draw so early in the tournament and with stacks so deep, nor was he likely to have a set of aces or nines or threes (the third card) he would have re-raised with aces and folded with threes and I already had a nine. I shoved, wanting to give the impression of a bluff. It worked.
He snap called with TPTK - yep, big slick. Big stinking trap hand in this instance that saw him dead to three cards, one of which of course he hit on the river.
GG me.
I won't bore you further with the details of my weekend cold streak over on Full Tilt. Let's just say it was a healthy mixture of brutal cards and my own tilt induced donkage that contributed to the $20 chunk being taken out of my bankroll. The good news is on that front that I've stabilized a bit and gone fairly deep in two huge field dollar tourneys. Still haven't managed to get into the real money though (upwards of $50).
Poker crushes the souls of people on a regular basis. Those of us who are blessed with the awareness of variance and being decision oriented have a much easier time than those who are emotion driven and focused on results. Still, poker is a brutal beast - even for the most detached and zen like hobbyists, one of which I am struggling to be in this current streak.
Still, I will carry on. I've taken to banning myself from Full Tilt during the week except for Monday nights - and I make sure that I don't play late on Sunday night, it can be a real bear to go to work when you've been up until 3am. This makes it alot easier to be enthusiastic about the game when I get to return to it - I'm hoping that enthusiasm will start resulting in better play and a better focus when the bad beats inevitably reoccur.
My live game has been fair to middling - I recently had a H.O.R.S.E. tournament at my home which was great fun even though I went out early (busted by a combustible card rack who is typically a passive fish). Up next is Omaha/8, before we return to NLHE for the remainder of the year. I don't expect I'll get that far, unless the poker Gods can see fit to get me off of my current spate of running bad. O8, especially in tournament format, is a pretty card dependent game. I have no doubt if I can by some miracle run half decent I will cash.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Crush League - Check
Flatline (my friend filled online league) has ended the first season of the year, and yours truly sits at the top of the leader board.
I am so far ahead in fact, that I was able to miss our last tournament last night, and still be untouchable. It's been a good year so far for me in the company of these fine fellas - especially the calling stations and tilt monkeys.
I am up close to $600 profit, $100 of which I was able to parlay into a WSOP satellite in our group (where I finished a close second to the winner) and transfer some other funds to a player in need of reloading.
In the realm of live poker, I recently busted out early of an HPC event in which I played fairly poorly. But I also bubbled in the fantastic Venetian noon deepstack last Friday. I was 25th out of 200 players. I played pretty well. I will make that tournament my game of choice when I return to Vegas - the starting stack and structure are par excellence.
My brother, of whose recently found poker playing prowess and overall pimpness I am very proud, actually made the money, finishing 13th!
On the opposite side of the tournament realms, last Sunday I played in a super-turbo at the Aliante Station casino; a grand fun time where I was able to outplay everyone at the table - only to bubble again in fourth place when my opponent hit a gut wrenching 3 outer on the river. Still, in hindsight, it was a whole hell of a lot of fun.
I truly rose to the occasion, without a single premium starting hand, and outplayed and outmaneuvered just about everyone in a pretty silly shovefest of two tables and 2500 starting chips.
My poker game, when I pay attention and apply myself, is pretty damn good right now. However, facing the cold hard reality, that supplementing my income through micro-stakes online or a from a live poker tournament or two every other month, is not bloody likely, has cooled my devotion to the game a bit.
This is fine. I think I'm much happier with poker as a hobby of fun, rather than a soul-sucking win at all costs pursuit.
Can't wait for next months H.O.R.S.E. at my house. My home game has been thriving and evolving rapidly - my own play therein has been good as well, I'm near the top of the leader-board and have cashed several times this year. Very much looking forward to a fun filled year on that front.
I am so far ahead in fact, that I was able to miss our last tournament last night, and still be untouchable. It's been a good year so far for me in the company of these fine fellas - especially the calling stations and tilt monkeys.
I am up close to $600 profit, $100 of which I was able to parlay into a WSOP satellite in our group (where I finished a close second to the winner) and transfer some other funds to a player in need of reloading.
In the realm of live poker, I recently busted out early of an HPC event in which I played fairly poorly. But I also bubbled in the fantastic Venetian noon deepstack last Friday. I was 25th out of 200 players. I played pretty well. I will make that tournament my game of choice when I return to Vegas - the starting stack and structure are par excellence.
My brother, of whose recently found poker playing prowess and overall pimpness I am very proud, actually made the money, finishing 13th!
On the opposite side of the tournament realms, last Sunday I played in a super-turbo at the Aliante Station casino; a grand fun time where I was able to outplay everyone at the table - only to bubble again in fourth place when my opponent hit a gut wrenching 3 outer on the river. Still, in hindsight, it was a whole hell of a lot of fun.
I truly rose to the occasion, without a single premium starting hand, and outplayed and outmaneuvered just about everyone in a pretty silly shovefest of two tables and 2500 starting chips.
My poker game, when I pay attention and apply myself, is pretty damn good right now. However, facing the cold hard reality, that supplementing my income through micro-stakes online or a from a live poker tournament or two every other month, is not bloody likely, has cooled my devotion to the game a bit.
This is fine. I think I'm much happier with poker as a hobby of fun, rather than a soul-sucking win at all costs pursuit.
Can't wait for next months H.O.R.S.E. at my house. My home game has been thriving and evolving rapidly - my own play therein has been good as well, I'm near the top of the leader-board and have cashed several times this year. Very much looking forward to a fun filled year on that front.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Plugging Away
Just took down a record 25 player tournament last Monday night in Flatline.
I have to say I played well - but honestly I can't remember the last tournament where I placed so highly and at the same time found myself getting my money in bad the majority of the time.
Every time I used my aggression and/or position correctly, I would get coolered. My Jacks ran headlong into Aces - a life-support short stack woke up with queens after my A7 suited shove. And countless times my kicker would either be smaller or simply out flopped.
So, in short, I got lucky. More than several times.
I have to look back and see how often I have bemoaned my bad luck - playing "perfect" (or at least decent) and simply getting unlucky. This is the first time the reverse was true. I played far from perfect (though as I said, I don't think I was horrible) but the poker Gods saw fit to bless me with just enough suck-outs to take this one down.
To be fair to me, I managed to accumulate chips (after being crippled more than a couple times) and climb back up simply by the grace of poor play by my opponents. As many times as I got lucky in this tournament, there were ten times as many times where I woke up with a marginal flop connection and it held up, as I was priced in by a terrible turn bet and a frequently absent river bet.
Truly, truly terrible. And yet, wonderful.
Also managed to finish 3rd in my 16 player live home game tournament last weekend. The last hand was a killer, as I got it all in as a tiny favorite in a three way pot. I was crushing the chip leader with 4's over 2's, I was racing against my brother who spiked an ace to go with his big slick on the turn. Then the chip leader hit his two outer on the river to take down the entire tournament with trips.
Ah well, it was a great ride - and I really felt I played well throughout.
Recently I've been studying online via' www.proplaylive.com, a training sight headed up by Greg Raymer and Annie Duke. Raymer has had a few gems that have helped me on perspective, but Duke is simply amazing in her instruction - and I feel has significantly raised my tournament game after only watching 2 of her videos. Say what you want about her as a player and a person, but she is an amazing instructor - very articulate and an expert communicator who holds my attention and gets the information to sink in.
My poker future looks bright indeed - next week I hope to lock down my seat in the WSOP with the penultimate satellite tournament in my online group. Wish me luck!
I have to say I played well - but honestly I can't remember the last tournament where I placed so highly and at the same time found myself getting my money in bad the majority of the time.
Every time I used my aggression and/or position correctly, I would get coolered. My Jacks ran headlong into Aces - a life-support short stack woke up with queens after my A7 suited shove. And countless times my kicker would either be smaller or simply out flopped.
So, in short, I got lucky. More than several times.
I have to look back and see how often I have bemoaned my bad luck - playing "perfect" (or at least decent) and simply getting unlucky. This is the first time the reverse was true. I played far from perfect (though as I said, I don't think I was horrible) but the poker Gods saw fit to bless me with just enough suck-outs to take this one down.
To be fair to me, I managed to accumulate chips (after being crippled more than a couple times) and climb back up simply by the grace of poor play by my opponents. As many times as I got lucky in this tournament, there were ten times as many times where I woke up with a marginal flop connection and it held up, as I was priced in by a terrible turn bet and a frequently absent river bet.
Truly, truly terrible. And yet, wonderful.
Also managed to finish 3rd in my 16 player live home game tournament last weekend. The last hand was a killer, as I got it all in as a tiny favorite in a three way pot. I was crushing the chip leader with 4's over 2's, I was racing against my brother who spiked an ace to go with his big slick on the turn. Then the chip leader hit his two outer on the river to take down the entire tournament with trips.
Ah well, it was a great ride - and I really felt I played well throughout.
Recently I've been studying online via' www.proplaylive.com, a training sight headed up by Greg Raymer and Annie Duke. Raymer has had a few gems that have helped me on perspective, but Duke is simply amazing in her instruction - and I feel has significantly raised my tournament game after only watching 2 of her videos. Say what you want about her as a player and a person, but she is an amazing instructor - very articulate and an expert communicator who holds my attention and gets the information to sink in.
My poker future looks bright indeed - next week I hope to lock down my seat in the WSOP with the penultimate satellite tournament in my online group. Wish me luck!
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Don't tap the tank!
Somewhere along the line, in my ongoing poker journey, I learned a valuable lesson. Two valuable lessons actually.
Don't try to educate inferior players and don't tap the tank.
Speaking to the first lesson- I was the absolute worst offender. When I wasn't berating fish for shitty play, I was actually and sincerely trying to have a poker clinic at the table. Usually online, but occasionally live as well.
I wasn't just misguided - I was an idiot.
Why would I ever want a donkey to see the light and play "correctly" when clearly, playing poorly is big time +EV?
This problem stemmed from the second lesson - my anger at inferior players who sucked me out. I deluded myself into thinking that I was being a good person by channeling this anger into something constructive - helping a player.
Why would I ever want to help "fix" a potential human ATM? It seems really obvious now, but in my more naive poker playing days I actually believed it was a good thing to show a horrible player the errors of his ways.
Thankfully, I'm in a much healthier place today - when I can get beat with junk on the river and smile; knowing that I want that terrible call EVERY time.
Numbers don't lie, and I've more than doubled my buy-in this season, and I'm far and away the points leader as well. I attribute this to being DECISION oriented - and ignoring short term RESULTS.
Focusing on the immediate outcome of a hand is a recipe for a mental breakdown, and it's unfortunately afflicted one of my good friends in the league. Or perhaps I should say fortunately - his irrational tilt fueled tirades against the fish in the league (the aforementioned tapping of the tank) makes him play badly.
I tried briefly to convince him to not be results oriented, he completely didn't get it. I then realized, that though I'm fond of him as a person, I shouldn't be trying to educate him. I was falling into my old misguided habit, without even realizing it.
The next time he rants and raves at the utter futility of playing correctly against a card rack, I'll only be able to smile. It's what I want him to think. But the other side of the coin is, I hope he doesn't make the mega-fish uncomfortable.
I wish he, and a few others (both bad and decent players alike) would refrain from berating the uber-donks for the inevitable suck outs.
I fear that they will make the environment less than desirable for these juicy customers.
One player in particular is spectacularly bad, and she recently took down a tournament. I myself was ecstatic, now she really believes she is at least half way decent. Likewise, there is a veteran of 2 seasons in the group who is pretty much beyond terrible who took down the tournament last night. Again, I'm elated - it insures my long term profit. Others in the league seem hell bent on bitching, moaning, and complaining in e-mails.
Fellas, please, don't tap the tank.
Don't try to educate inferior players and don't tap the tank.
Speaking to the first lesson- I was the absolute worst offender. When I wasn't berating fish for shitty play, I was actually and sincerely trying to have a poker clinic at the table. Usually online, but occasionally live as well.
I wasn't just misguided - I was an idiot.
Why would I ever want a donkey to see the light and play "correctly" when clearly, playing poorly is big time +EV?
This problem stemmed from the second lesson - my anger at inferior players who sucked me out. I deluded myself into thinking that I was being a good person by channeling this anger into something constructive - helping a player.
Why would I ever want to help "fix" a potential human ATM? It seems really obvious now, but in my more naive poker playing days I actually believed it was a good thing to show a horrible player the errors of his ways.
Thankfully, I'm in a much healthier place today - when I can get beat with junk on the river and smile; knowing that I want that terrible call EVERY time.
Numbers don't lie, and I've more than doubled my buy-in this season, and I'm far and away the points leader as well. I attribute this to being DECISION oriented - and ignoring short term RESULTS.
Focusing on the immediate outcome of a hand is a recipe for a mental breakdown, and it's unfortunately afflicted one of my good friends in the league. Or perhaps I should say fortunately - his irrational tilt fueled tirades against the fish in the league (the aforementioned tapping of the tank) makes him play badly.
I tried briefly to convince him to not be results oriented, he completely didn't get it. I then realized, that though I'm fond of him as a person, I shouldn't be trying to educate him. I was falling into my old misguided habit, without even realizing it.
The next time he rants and raves at the utter futility of playing correctly against a card rack, I'll only be able to smile. It's what I want him to think. But the other side of the coin is, I hope he doesn't make the mega-fish uncomfortable.
I wish he, and a few others (both bad and decent players alike) would refrain from berating the uber-donks for the inevitable suck outs.
I fear that they will make the environment less than desirable for these juicy customers.
One player in particular is spectacularly bad, and she recently took down a tournament. I myself was ecstatic, now she really believes she is at least half way decent. Likewise, there is a veteran of 2 seasons in the group who is pretty much beyond terrible who took down the tournament last night. Again, I'm elated - it insures my long term profit. Others in the league seem hell bent on bitching, moaning, and complaining in e-mails.
Fellas, please, don't tap the tank.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Vega$ Baby!
I got a nasty head cold, plus there were other personal issues weighing on my mind that kept me from being on my A-game.
But I still cashed. Twice.
Thursday night we arrived at the delightfully smokey Orleans, and sat down to the only regularly spread Omaha/8 tournament in Vegas. It was only $80 and I played for 4 hours - great, great fun, though I busted out in 38th place out of 90.
Not sure what I could have done differently - I played fairly tight, but I had to see some flops to have a chance. Probably paid too much towards the end.
The next day other friends arrived and we played the $70 noon NLHE tournament at the Mirage.
It was quite frankly the softest live table I've ever been at. Passive doesn't even begin to describe it. Players would underbet the pot, and fold to undersized continuation bets at an alarming rate. Many, many limpers, all hoping to catch the flop and get lucky. My kind of group.
The one decent player in the bunch was on my right, and I took great pleasure in busting him - twice.
It wasn't a rebuy tournament, but there was a $20 add-on which I assume everyone had purchased (I certainly had). After he tried to steal my blind with KQ, I reraised him with AA. He thought and went all in. Insta-call. I had him covered.
But instead of leaving, he pulled out a $20 and bought his add-on. The only entrant in the entire tournament not to do so ahead of time. He then proceeded to double, then triple up from the generous donations of the fish around us.
I still had him covered though.
Once again, he was small blind and I was big. He raised. I looked down at AQ suited. It was a suspicious min-raise, he hadn't done anything so far in his second life other than push all in or fold.
Did he have a monster? Only one way to find out. All in. I would be damaged, but not crippled.
He tanked, FOREVER. It was a great relief as I knew in a worst case scenario we would be racing. Finally he talked himself into calling with AJ. Bye bye.
I then went on a bit of a heater that saw me running into big hands, as well as stealing with junk, because the table was terrified of me. I truly played small ball, getting people to lay down the best hands, and then sometimes pushing and busting them when I woke up with Aces, AK, and Queens.
When the dust settled and the final table convened, I was a 2 to 1 chip leader over the second place player.
Unfortunately the final table wasn't nearly as much of a pushover as my starting table. I got wittled down a bit, misplayed a hand or two - and wasn't patient enough to fold my way to the big money. Instead I kept trying to steal, and with the blinds pretty huge I found that even min-raises hurt my stack. I finally busted in 4th place with an ill advised J6 shove that got snap called by a J10 (by one of our group, a fast learning fellow named Potter).
Still, I did cash - $250 richer for 3 1/2 hours of effort. Not too shabby.
That night I felt like crap and busted out fairly early of the Treasure Island $60 10pm event.
The next day we hit the nooner at Mirage again (as nearly everyone who played in it from our group on Friday had made the money). This time it was more players, and better players as well. I was fairly card dead, and managed to not be focused enough to have a chance at cashing. I hit the rail about 2 hours in.
At this point I was euphoric about cashing at all - it was my goal all along (especially in light of my physical condition and other more important concerns) to simply cash once. I was also in a good mood, despite my cold and concerns.
I wasn't expecting to make the money in my last tournament, a $130 event at Caesars. It was the biggest buy-in and the best structure and largest field of the trip. It was also the most prestigious room that also happened to have the best players. Sven, one of the best players in our group, said that Caesars was an aquarium - but all of the fish must have been at his table, because mine was swimming with aggressive and skilled players.
Not that it really made a difference, I was pretty out of it (though having fun) and donked off my stack in under two hours.
So that was the end of my Vegas odyssey. I was down a little bit, but happy to have made the money at least once. I was looking forward to bed. Then my phone rang. It was Cali - he was about to sit down to the $65 Treasure Island tournament, could I make it over in time?
Here's where any rational person would have said "Are you kidding? "I'm sick, I can't wait to get back. Eat me."
But I'm not rational, I'm a poker degenerate.
So I dragged my (by now pretty smelly) ass over to T.I. and plopped down more bucks for another shot at a turbo tournament.
I was in no shape to play really, but I was happy to be there with my best buddy Cali - and happy to be fondling chips.
I busted out after only 20 minutes.
I overplayed my TPTK with a stupid shove that would only get called by a hand that could beat me, and it certainly did - running into a set. It wasn't the worst play in the world, I knew I was at a table of donkeys, plenty of guys who would call with TP lousy kicker. Still, I should have bet for value, even if I didn't plan to get away from it. I was just over eager to double up, and found myself on the rail. Finally, I could shower.
Or could I?
Someone mentioned that I could reregister. Another $65? Let's see, I'm in a good mood - but feel like crap, I'm not playing well, my lungs are burning. Hmmmm.... more poker? Or get a shower and good rest?
Easy question.
More punishment please!
I sat down again (with a slightly reduced stack for reregistering) at a different table - this one full of NASCAR rednecks and a couple of sharky locals. Great. I had to endure oafish humor, and a relentless maniac to my left who had a huge stack and a pretty good read on when to call and when to fold to the yokels.
I bore down just the same, and realized, that as long as I had chips (even a reduced re-register stack) I was alive and that there was no reason I couldn't succeed with good decisions and even partially decent cards.
The rubes across the table irritated me, and the big stack (though he was fairly skilled) also rubbed me the wrong way.
I was better than all of these douche bags.
Time and time again, I pushed all-in at the correct time. I doubled up. Tripled up.
All of the sudden the big stack couldn't just call me with any two. My raises had to be respected.
Before I knew it, it was final table time - this time with Nacl (the only one in the group who hadn't cashed yet) in attendance. I was happy to see that he did indeed make the money - barely holding on to finish sixth.
I, quite honestly, simply got lucky towards the end - first when my jacks held up in a multi-way pot and second when my AK beat out a medium pair to significantly increase my stack.
The gargantuan chip leader, the maniac who irritated me from my first (or rather second) table, looked around when a four way chop was proposed. His eyes settled on my now hefty stack, and he sighed.
The remaining prize pool was divided up evenly and the tournament was over. I was $550 richer, and technically took down first place! It was my first even chop - and the first time I was included in an even final split. Even though I was a bit behind on chips at the end, according to the leader board it was dead even at the end.
All in all, despite the circumstances of my health and my mental state - Vegas '09 was a huge success. I can't wait till next year, when hopefully my body and mind will be in better shape, and I can do some real damage to the tourists and cranky locals.
But I still cashed. Twice.
Thursday night we arrived at the delightfully smokey Orleans, and sat down to the only regularly spread Omaha/8 tournament in Vegas. It was only $80 and I played for 4 hours - great, great fun, though I busted out in 38th place out of 90.
Not sure what I could have done differently - I played fairly tight, but I had to see some flops to have a chance. Probably paid too much towards the end.
The next day other friends arrived and we played the $70 noon NLHE tournament at the Mirage.
It was quite frankly the softest live table I've ever been at. Passive doesn't even begin to describe it. Players would underbet the pot, and fold to undersized continuation bets at an alarming rate. Many, many limpers, all hoping to catch the flop and get lucky. My kind of group.
The one decent player in the bunch was on my right, and I took great pleasure in busting him - twice.
It wasn't a rebuy tournament, but there was a $20 add-on which I assume everyone had purchased (I certainly had). After he tried to steal my blind with KQ, I reraised him with AA. He thought and went all in. Insta-call. I had him covered.
But instead of leaving, he pulled out a $20 and bought his add-on. The only entrant in the entire tournament not to do so ahead of time. He then proceeded to double, then triple up from the generous donations of the fish around us.
I still had him covered though.
Once again, he was small blind and I was big. He raised. I looked down at AQ suited. It was a suspicious min-raise, he hadn't done anything so far in his second life other than push all in or fold.
Did he have a monster? Only one way to find out. All in. I would be damaged, but not crippled.
He tanked, FOREVER. It was a great relief as I knew in a worst case scenario we would be racing. Finally he talked himself into calling with AJ. Bye bye.
I then went on a bit of a heater that saw me running into big hands, as well as stealing with junk, because the table was terrified of me. I truly played small ball, getting people to lay down the best hands, and then sometimes pushing and busting them when I woke up with Aces, AK, and Queens.
When the dust settled and the final table convened, I was a 2 to 1 chip leader over the second place player.
Unfortunately the final table wasn't nearly as much of a pushover as my starting table. I got wittled down a bit, misplayed a hand or two - and wasn't patient enough to fold my way to the big money. Instead I kept trying to steal, and with the blinds pretty huge I found that even min-raises hurt my stack. I finally busted in 4th place with an ill advised J6 shove that got snap called by a J10 (by one of our group, a fast learning fellow named Potter).
Still, I did cash - $250 richer for 3 1/2 hours of effort. Not too shabby.
That night I felt like crap and busted out fairly early of the Treasure Island $60 10pm event.
The next day we hit the nooner at Mirage again (as nearly everyone who played in it from our group on Friday had made the money). This time it was more players, and better players as well. I was fairly card dead, and managed to not be focused enough to have a chance at cashing. I hit the rail about 2 hours in.
At this point I was euphoric about cashing at all - it was my goal all along (especially in light of my physical condition and other more important concerns) to simply cash once. I was also in a good mood, despite my cold and concerns.
I wasn't expecting to make the money in my last tournament, a $130 event at Caesars. It was the biggest buy-in and the best structure and largest field of the trip. It was also the most prestigious room that also happened to have the best players. Sven, one of the best players in our group, said that Caesars was an aquarium - but all of the fish must have been at his table, because mine was swimming with aggressive and skilled players.
Not that it really made a difference, I was pretty out of it (though having fun) and donked off my stack in under two hours.
So that was the end of my Vegas odyssey. I was down a little bit, but happy to have made the money at least once. I was looking forward to bed. Then my phone rang. It was Cali - he was about to sit down to the $65 Treasure Island tournament, could I make it over in time?
Here's where any rational person would have said "Are you kidding? "I'm sick, I can't wait to get back. Eat me."
But I'm not rational, I'm a poker degenerate.
So I dragged my (by now pretty smelly) ass over to T.I. and plopped down more bucks for another shot at a turbo tournament.
I was in no shape to play really, but I was happy to be there with my best buddy Cali - and happy to be fondling chips.
I busted out after only 20 minutes.
I overplayed my TPTK with a stupid shove that would only get called by a hand that could beat me, and it certainly did - running into a set. It wasn't the worst play in the world, I knew I was at a table of donkeys, plenty of guys who would call with TP lousy kicker. Still, I should have bet for value, even if I didn't plan to get away from it. I was just over eager to double up, and found myself on the rail. Finally, I could shower.
Or could I?
Someone mentioned that I could reregister. Another $65? Let's see, I'm in a good mood - but feel like crap, I'm not playing well, my lungs are burning. Hmmmm.... more poker? Or get a shower and good rest?
Easy question.
More punishment please!
I sat down again (with a slightly reduced stack for reregistering) at a different table - this one full of NASCAR rednecks and a couple of sharky locals. Great. I had to endure oafish humor, and a relentless maniac to my left who had a huge stack and a pretty good read on when to call and when to fold to the yokels.
I bore down just the same, and realized, that as long as I had chips (even a reduced re-register stack) I was alive and that there was no reason I couldn't succeed with good decisions and even partially decent cards.
The rubes across the table irritated me, and the big stack (though he was fairly skilled) also rubbed me the wrong way.
I was better than all of these douche bags.
Time and time again, I pushed all-in at the correct time. I doubled up. Tripled up.
All of the sudden the big stack couldn't just call me with any two. My raises had to be respected.
Before I knew it, it was final table time - this time with Nacl (the only one in the group who hadn't cashed yet) in attendance. I was happy to see that he did indeed make the money - barely holding on to finish sixth.
I, quite honestly, simply got lucky towards the end - first when my jacks held up in a multi-way pot and second when my AK beat out a medium pair to significantly increase my stack.
The gargantuan chip leader, the maniac who irritated me from my first (or rather second) table, looked around when a four way chop was proposed. His eyes settled on my now hefty stack, and he sighed.
The remaining prize pool was divided up evenly and the tournament was over. I was $550 richer, and technically took down first place! It was my first even chop - and the first time I was included in an even final split. Even though I was a bit behind on chips at the end, according to the leader board it was dead even at the end.
All in all, despite the circumstances of my health and my mental state - Vegas '09 was a huge success. I can't wait till next year, when hopefully my body and mind will be in better shape, and I can do some real damage to the tourists and cranky locals.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Vegas in my future.
Next weekend the madness will begin, with a 3 day, 2 night stay in Vegas - complete with 5 (count 'em!) 5 tournaments on the schedule!
But I also got a glimmer last Wednesday, that maybe, just maybe - an even bigger tournament is on the horizon.
I took down our first "Worldline" tournament, an off shoot of our "Flatline" league (a group of friends playing amongst ourselves online for no rake) that will award a seat and travel money to the World Series of Poker!
A 1500K bracelet event, not the 10K Main Event, that everyone knows of - but it's still the World Series!
So I've won one tournament, which means I lead in points - 17 currently. Now the race is still very tight as second place received 16 points, third place 15 and so on. But If I can aim for the top five every week, and maybe take another one or two down, it is VERY likely that my dream of playing at the World Series of Poker may come true.
I'm not really thinking about the money at all - but I promised myself years ago that if I do ever cash a hefty amount (say 10K above my buy-in or so) I'm setting aside 1K to try and satellite into the Main Event.
Yes, I'm getting ahead of myself.
Online raked play on Full Tilt is still not going that great, but I just today took down a 16 player HORSE SnG, and it felt GREAT to be the actual best player at the table who was able to persevere through card dead stretches and then by good play and correct decisions be able to stomp my opponents in the end.
(By the way - SnG means "Sit-n-Go" a single or two table tournament that starts as soon as the table is filled. MTT - Multi-table-tournament. HORSE is a mixed game format, Hold-em, Omaha/8, Razz, Seven Stud, Seven Stud 8 or better.)
I've been experimenting with all different stakes (though all low) and types of games (cash games, MTT's, SnG's and satellites) and I think I finally know what I need to do to have a good shot at growing my roll.
Clearly, I have to invest some effort to going deep in another MTT like the Double Deuce. I will allow myself 2 shots in a 60c satellite a week to accomplish this.
Second, SnG's are just too tough to crack on a frequent enough basis - I think I can find an exception to this in the 16 and 18 playr SnG's of HORSE, PLO8 and NLHE. These are the ones, where if I single table, and concentrate on what I'm doing (and I don't get completely coolered) I can either win or cash about a third of the time.
I think the payout is big enough at this level, where I can grind out a steady profit.
Lower $ SnG's - the rake is just too nasty, the stakes not high enough for me or others to take seriously.
Higher $ SnG's - say $5.25 or so, just take too big a chunk out of my BR for me to be comfortable and not play scared, especially when I drop 3 or 4 in a row. Then even if I cash in the next one, I'm still down. Very frustrating, and I'm sure I'm tilting a bit when I realize that I have to win multiple times just to recoup my losses.
Right now, I'm down to $275, after being up over $400. I don't feel as though I've been playing terrible, but I definitely feel more comfortable risking $1 in a MTT or $2.25 in a two table SnG than any of the other types of games I've been dabbling with. I'll confess, I took a couple shots at $10 MTT's (the "Midnight Madness" is especially tempting as it has a large prize pool guarantee) as well as cash games that were above my BR.
I experienced a bit of success at the latter, and then subsequently lost it all and more within a week. My tournament experience has, it seems, worn away most of the patience that I just assumed was built into my poker DNA.
So hopefully now, I've learned with such a big down swing, that I'll just have to slow down. I'm still planning on aiming for the big payoff of a large MTT (and for that I can have many, many losses and still be a winning player) and the SnG's will be strictly low (but not ultra-micro) stakes.
But I also got a glimmer last Wednesday, that maybe, just maybe - an even bigger tournament is on the horizon.
I took down our first "Worldline" tournament, an off shoot of our "Flatline" league (a group of friends playing amongst ourselves online for no rake) that will award a seat and travel money to the World Series of Poker!
A 1500K bracelet event, not the 10K Main Event, that everyone knows of - but it's still the World Series!
So I've won one tournament, which means I lead in points - 17 currently. Now the race is still very tight as second place received 16 points, third place 15 and so on. But If I can aim for the top five every week, and maybe take another one or two down, it is VERY likely that my dream of playing at the World Series of Poker may come true.
I'm not really thinking about the money at all - but I promised myself years ago that if I do ever cash a hefty amount (say 10K above my buy-in or so) I'm setting aside 1K to try and satellite into the Main Event.
Yes, I'm getting ahead of myself.
Online raked play on Full Tilt is still not going that great, but I just today took down a 16 player HORSE SnG, and it felt GREAT to be the actual best player at the table who was able to persevere through card dead stretches and then by good play and correct decisions be able to stomp my opponents in the end.
(By the way - SnG means "Sit-n-Go" a single or two table tournament that starts as soon as the table is filled. MTT - Multi-table-tournament. HORSE is a mixed game format, Hold-em, Omaha/8, Razz, Seven Stud, Seven Stud 8 or better.)
I've been experimenting with all different stakes (though all low) and types of games (cash games, MTT's, SnG's and satellites) and I think I finally know what I need to do to have a good shot at growing my roll.
Clearly, I have to invest some effort to going deep in another MTT like the Double Deuce. I will allow myself 2 shots in a 60c satellite a week to accomplish this.
Second, SnG's are just too tough to crack on a frequent enough basis - I think I can find an exception to this in the 16 and 18 playr SnG's of HORSE, PLO8 and NLHE. These are the ones, where if I single table, and concentrate on what I'm doing (and I don't get completely coolered) I can either win or cash about a third of the time.
I think the payout is big enough at this level, where I can grind out a steady profit.
Lower $ SnG's - the rake is just too nasty, the stakes not high enough for me or others to take seriously.
Higher $ SnG's - say $5.25 or so, just take too big a chunk out of my BR for me to be comfortable and not play scared, especially when I drop 3 or 4 in a row. Then even if I cash in the next one, I'm still down. Very frustrating, and I'm sure I'm tilting a bit when I realize that I have to win multiple times just to recoup my losses.
Right now, I'm down to $275, after being up over $400. I don't feel as though I've been playing terrible, but I definitely feel more comfortable risking $1 in a MTT or $2.25 in a two table SnG than any of the other types of games I've been dabbling with. I'll confess, I took a couple shots at $10 MTT's (the "Midnight Madness" is especially tempting as it has a large prize pool guarantee) as well as cash games that were above my BR.
I experienced a bit of success at the latter, and then subsequently lost it all and more within a week. My tournament experience has, it seems, worn away most of the patience that I just assumed was built into my poker DNA.
So hopefully now, I've learned with such a big down swing, that I'll just have to slow down. I'm still planning on aiming for the big payoff of a large MTT (and for that I can have many, many losses and still be a winning player) and the SnG's will be strictly low (but not ultra-micro) stakes.
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