I enjoyed my home game on Saturday night, a 20 person tournament outside under our new patio cover, and two tournaments at HPC the very next day!
I drew a dream table for my home game. 6 of the most tight/passive players I have ever had the pleasure of sitting down with. (Also some of the nicest people, so this in no way refers to them -rather to their poker skillz).
But I had to be careful as well, for their almost universal and unwavering proclivity to call, and call, and call, and call. This could be a beautiful thing. Wake up with a set and get paid, handsomely. Or flop the nuts, shove and get looked up. You know, the most beautiful phrase a poker player can hear - "I had to keep you honest." Love it.
Alas, my run was not deep; but overall I felt good about my play. Before I delve, let me reflect on a couple of players at the table.
The first is my brother-in-law Dave G. HW in C. Head Whiner in Charge. Dave is an incredibly smart fellow, a software engineer by trade and has a lot more brain power and ambition than I do - I look up to him for how he's been able to provide for his family and how he is very much a self made man.
But as far as poker goes, he is about as weak as it gets. First, he only likes to get involved with an incredibly narrow range. Face cards, a pair, or premiums. Occasionally if the price is right he will speculate with suited connectors, but even more disastrously - with whatever he does decide to play, he gives little or no consideration to position.
If the fold doesn't fit his hand, he check/folds. Which I love, but obviously is a monster leak.
An even bigger crack and ultimately more damaging flaw in his game, is that he has zero clue how to bet size properly after the flop.
100/200 with a 25 ante. I'm about 50 bigs deep. I am chip leader at the table by a small margin. I limp in the cutoff with pocket 8's. Limping was super profitable at this table - bear in mind the extreme passivity and the aforementioned calling-station afflictions.
Five players (all called) - big pot already. Flop comes Kh 6c Js. Dave G. leads out from the BB with 300 into a pot of 1175. Two callers and then it's to me. I have no draw and there are two over cards on the board. The pot is 2075, I have to put in 300. I'm getting almost 7 to 1 odds to call. Not a great price to hit a 2 outer that may already be drawing dead, but for a donk like me - irresistible.
The pot is now 2375. The turn comes an 8 of clubs. Dave G. bets out, the same amount. Now the pot is 2675. The two players between us, wait for it... wait for it...
wait for it...
...
...fold. Almost 10 to 1 odds are apparently no good although they called with 4 to 1 and 5 to 1 respectively on 3rd street. Okay.
I raise Dave up to 1500. He hems and haws, giant sigh, hemming and hawing. He's not acting. He reluctantly calls - over half of his stack is now in the pot. He is probably pot committed.
The river is a baby club. Dave silently checks.
Now the correct play here with most players is to check behind, as any flush draws got there and trip 8's has good enough show down value and I'm likely only to get called by a better hand, though king jack is a possibility.
But then I remember who I am playing. Would he call me down with KQ? (As this is what I had put him on - he would likely re-raise pre with AK). Would he have checked if he had made an unlikely back door flush? Don't think so. I shove. Like I said, probably not the best choice, but I really felt like I would get paid off with a second or even a third best hand, especially since (as I said) Dave was basically pot committed, having stuck almost 2/3 of his chips into the pot.
He hems and haws, and hems and haws, and mucks in disgust. His stack is crippled, and so is he - emotionally.
His shoulders sink, his head bows. I drag the sizable pot. I want to show, but I don't want to hurt my maniac image at the table. The fish around me think I'm being the bully, and I want them to continue to think that so that their calling station asses will pay me off when I four bet shove with Kings.
In hindsight, I should have shown Dave that he was beat - hopefully taking some of the sting out.
He didn't last much longer, getting it all in with AK after the flop blanked and someone else looking him up with middle pair.
Then he said a curt goodnight and stormed out.
Poker wins, Dave loses. It can truly be a brutal game - soul sucking even. This was not one of those instances. But the overreaction continued...
I got an abrupt e-mail the next morning. 'Please take me off the list. I'm tired of being first out and the dumbest at the table. Thanks, Dave.'
Like I said, he's a smart guy. Very perceptive of his surroundings and how he is perceived - but in this case I think he is wrong. I do classify him as a fish at my game, but he is nowhere near the top of that list. And if he would simply sit and read Harrington on Hold-Em volume 1, his game would improve leaps and bounds. Because he is playing without the fundamentals, he is handicapped. A simple foundation of no-limit basics would automatically make him better.
Now putting other people on hands, is simply something he has to work on through experience - but if he has the bedrock down, the house will follow.
Alas, I fear he has been stung too badly to recover any time soon - which is, a gross overreaction - but a genuine one. If I try to mention anything to him about how he might improve, I am likely only to make it worse. This is the curse us men are faced with - admitting vulnerability isn't exactly our forte'.
My second story has to do with the dude I consider to be my best friend - Cali.
I have begged and pleaded with him to get away from play chip poker online - I think it has really hurt his game. His idea of playing poker is four simple steps. Be patient, wake up with a monster, stick your chips in, get paid.
This approach, believe it or not, actually works to great effect when there is no real money involved. People are happy to call off with AJ pre-flop, when they have nothing to lose. I'm not sure exactly what their thought process is, but probably something like - "Huh? All-in? This guy hasn't played a hand in an hour, but my gut says he's just trying to bully me. I have a pair of sixes, I call!"
Yes, if people were as brain damaged in real money poker as they are with play chips I would fold my way to the money and then get all-in in a multi-way pot with Aces too. And I would be a millionaire, and so would Cali.
I'll concede that it can also be effective against a home game fish who is out for a few beers and some fun on a Saturday night, but my game in particular is seeing less and less of those players as the learning curve steepens.
But I digress.
Saturday night, I actually offered to pay him a dollar if he would show the aces he was about to muck. He continued his mucking motion - "A dollar if you show me your kings!" I added. He flipped over the cowboys.
He wasn't short stacked. It wasn't time to go big or go home. He just was playing scared and didn't want to raise the limpers for value. He wanted them all to fold so he could drag a pot of 500.
In table poker Cali's problem stems from his attachment to the money behind the chips. (Ironically he carries the same problem over into the play chip online arena by "Playing like it's real money", turns out it's profitable for him - so it reinforces this bad behavior).
One of the great things about tournament poker is that once your fee is paid, the money is gone. You don't have it any more. As an aside, this applies as well to poker in a general sense when your blinds are out or you've called on previous streets - that money is gone, it is in the pot, it doesn't belong to you anymore. In both cases, it shouldn't affect your decision making process. Make the right decision, don't try to hold onto cash that isn't even yours at the moment.
Chips are not money. Chips are tools, to be used in a variety of creative ways to extract value from your opponents.
Cali often reassures me that he does bluff and steal, but really I've only been dimly aware of this on a few occasions, and in all of those occasions Cali has been deep stacked, doubled or tripled up on a prior hand with aces or kings - or flush with chips after his passive set mining hit and got paid off by a resident calling station.
Now don't get me wrong, I don't fire a 3 bet or multiple barrels with air too often if I'm at or below 20 bigs, but if I've got 30 or more, meaning room to maneuver, I'm going to recognize that I absolutely cannot wait for a premium hand.
I must, must, MUST look for opportunities - targets - to steal chips and accumulate.
Likewise, if I'm at an aggressive table and not allowed to set mine or speculate, I'm going to have to play back at some point. The most aggressive maniac, the biggest bully, if he's not sitting on a monster or a monster draw - will back off if you play back effectively. He'll look for an easier target.
By the time it was time for Cali to go big or go home, he was whittled down so much that even when he did double up with pocket queens, he was still too short stacked to be any kind of a threat.
I busted out well before him, which Cali enjoyed gloating about, but if my hand had won at show down I would have been chip leader far and away at my table and perhaps for the whole three tables at the tournament.
My bust out, was not the greatest play of my life, but it certainly wasn't the worst. However, it was maybe the worst when you consider who I was in the hand with.
There was an aforementioned top tier fish on my right, who has in the four years she's been playing at my game finally recognized that sometimes it's correct to fold. I used this evolution in her poker brain against her mercilessly all night, as she tried to limp only to have me 3 bet large - often she would actually lay down her weak holdings.
Blinds were starting to grow, antes had kicked in.
I had Q10c . She limped, I popped it. Folded around to her, she complained bitterly about me always raising her limps, and called very reluctantly.
Flop came Kc 6c 10h. She looked a little fearful, cocked her head and checked.
Okay, she could have a king, it makes sense for her in how she played it. KJ, KQ, even AK. She could be on a draw like me, the nut flush? I hope not. Or, weirdly enough, she could have a decent over pair. Not huge though. With aces or kings she would likely have min-raised pre and wouldn't have Hollywooded my 3 bet. (Though she probably would have just flatted.) She could have limp called queens I suppose, though a more sensible person would've four bet all in with queens or jacks. But she more than likely would have done exactly what she did with jacks, tens, nines, and maybe even with queens. She's limping and check calling just as she's done so far. Same as with a Kx. Really my gut was telling me she hit a king with a medium kicker or a big draw. I would just have to pray that my draw was bigger.
I shoved. She hemmed and hawed a bit (yay) and then finally in classic form said "Oh well, guess it's time to go home." before calling and turning up red queens. (yuk)
Sigh.
I had 11 outs - 9 clubs and 2 tens. 44%. Turn was a 9s. Now we both had 3 extra outs (jacks) for a chop.
River was a 7 of spades.
Two thirds of my hard earned chips fell away from me.
I was lightly steamed, but handled it pretty well.
"I was so afraid you had something." she said as she stacked her spoils. "Yeah well..." I intoned, that was the idea. She belly laughed at my tilt, oblivious that she had just flipped for her tournament life with an over card on a very wet board that had nothing to do with her premium pair that she had butchered pre-flop.
And that's why I mangled this hand horribly. If I could rewind the tape it would go something like this -
I three bet her limp, like I have all tournament - this time, instead of folding she calls.
Warning flag should go off. She has, something. Not likely aces or kings, but potentially a premium holding or jacks or tens.
Flop comes with my big flush draw and middle pair. She checks.
Time for me to take a free card - because if I hit, I can still bust her. Whatever she has, she's probably fallen in love with it and won't release it. My turn bet was a big mistake.
The river blanks. She checks.
I need to check behind and show my middle pair - it has a very small showdown value - but I'm not taking her off the hand.
She shows her queens. I have lost 3 big blinds total. Stack intact as well as my sanity.
Oh well.
I eventually got whittled down Cali style. With zero room to maneuver I was in push and pray mode, but found nothing to push until my big blind was half my stack. I got in live, but Robert A.'s ace held up.
Like I said, I wasn't too displeased with how I had played against a random poker player but it really was a cluster fuck when you look at it in the context of being up against a level 1 thinker that I've been playing with for years. Mainly I was disappointed to have accumulated so much and then let it get away from me when I didn't have a made hand (though the draw was pretty big) and I was up against a calling station that gave me very little fold equity on a terrifying board. Also, my image as a maniac bully didn't help my cause I'm sure.
But there was plenty to keep me busy that night, as running a 20 person tournament is no small task. It was fun, and I look forward to doing it again in 2 weeks.
Still, after cashing for three months in a row in my home tournament, I was hungry to hit the felt again. So I took the opportunity the next day, a lazy Sunday where it was 105 in the shade, to head out to fabulous Inglewood and the glamorous gambling palace known as Hollywood Park Casino.
I sat down a half hour late for the Sunday 10K guarantee - a fun $40 tournament that is in actuality a $150 -$200 buy in after you figure in rebuys and add-ons. I was happy to gamble it up early on, but couldn't catch any monsters to reap the benefits of the loosey goosey rebuy frenzied table of degenerates.
I did pay off a local when he craftily slow played me out of position with top pair middling kicker - he took me to value town on the river and I looked him up with a measly pair of eights.
After add-ons I had a decent stack to play with, but really couldn't get anything going. My run of cards was absolutely dreadful, which isn't usually enough to hold me back - but with under 30 bigs I wasn't comfortable telling a story that would see me pot committed by fourth street.
But, I was determined not to get blinded off - I refused to get even close to 10 big blinds. So I started pulling the trigger after the antes kicked in and I was just under 20 big blinds.
The move worked once with AJos UTG. Then again with pocket sixes in the hijack. Then finally I got looked up with the latter when I shoved with a suited version of the former. His sixes held, I was on the rail.
But better to give myself a fighting chance, then to get shaved down into the dead zone where a double or triple up wouldn't have amounted to anything.
Disappointment hung over me yet again - not too much at my play this time, but definitely at my results.
Oh well, better luck next time. The sensible thing to do is to take a break. So naturally I registered for the afternoon tournament.
Unlike the morning 10K, where 20 tables are normal, the afternoon is a simple $100 freeze out that is lucky to see 4 tables. This afternoon the heat must have kept people at home - as only 14 players registered. Bummer.
Still, I took it as an opportunity to work on my live game and maybe experiment a bit. It was crucial that I not worry about dropping a couple of buy-ins on the day. Again, the money is already gone. Separating the cash from the chips is the only way to play level headed poker.
For the first two hours I hung in there. Catching some big cards here and there to keep me active and about average in chips. I did notice, the table was ridiculously passive, as compared to the morning aggro-fest.
We had a guy who basically sat down and wouldn't shut up, I couldn't peg his accent. I nicknamed him Borat.
He clearly fancied himself better than everyone else and a table captain. He donked off half of his stack to me when I flopped two pair and filled up on the river. He bet big into me - and I pushed, he let it go but he was damaged. All of the sudden Chatty Cathy wasn't so chatty anymore.
Shortly after, he was out. Play was uneventful into the third hour. Damn this table was weak. I was limping a lot, but not really accumulating, as my speculation failed to materialize. I had to pee.
Finally, a break. As I relieved myself (TMI?) I really pondered where I was at. I had room to breath at 35 bigs, but I was a bit below chip average. Everybody was pretty damn passive. As I shook myself off (definitely TMI) I resolved to change gears and go big or go home. It was time to get active, it was time to get involved, it was time to shove light if necessary - because if I didn't accumulate chips now, I wouldn't have a chance to later.
We had combined to a 9 handed final table. Yes! Final table in a tournament with 14 people. I got a few laughs when I said I was going to tweet this.
So we settled into play. At first my plan didn't take off - I really had a lot of garbage thrown at me. But no one else was raising. God dammit. I looked down at 104 suited spades in the cutoff. I raised it up. The big blind defended. Board came with 2 spades. The big blind led out with a less than half pot donk bet. The pot was not small at this point. I pondered for a moment. I shoved.
He tanked forever. Whatever his eventual decision, it was clear my move was correct. I brought maximum pressure down on one of the two bigger stacks at the table - who also happened to be a real poker player. This move would probably have been ill advised against most of my regulars back home.
He gave it up. I raked the pot.
I never looked back. Unless I had total trash I raised every hand that was open folded to me when I was on the button, cutoff or hijack. I had the good fortune of having a very tight passive to my immediate left, who let me become the button when he was there or pillage his big blind when I was small over and over again. I don't think he ever caught on.
The gentleman to his left was a bit more savvy, so I generally shut it down if he flatted and I blanked. Generally.
The one exception was this. On the button with pocket tens, folded to me, I pop it. Folded to him, the BB, he flats. Flop is 889. He checks. I c-bet almost half of the pot. He shoves, I beat him into the pot with a snap call. He flips over sevens. I had some of his running outs, and he blanked off. Big double up for me, he was crippled.
Looking back on the hand, it must have been some subconscious puzzle that I had put together about this guy, pulling similar moves on others and having them work. He liked to check raise, he liked to flat call with pocket pairs. And when that board hit I wasn't even watching it, I was watching him. He paused for just an instant - and stuck it in.
Think about it, with that board texture, if he has an 8 there is no way in hell he is leading out - he knows I'm firing hit or miss - he would let me hang myself. He's also probably putting me on two overs, not necessarily a bigger pocket pair than him. So he wants to apply "maximum" pressure on me, get me to go away and not chase my six outer.
But his stack is bigger than mine, no reason for him to blast away for a pot that's about a third of his stack, when he's risking everything. Unnecessary play - though on the other hand perhaps understandable, considering the entire table had done nothing but show weakness for most of the whole tournament, myself included.
No matter. I stacked 'em, stacked 'em, stacked 'em to the top.
Now I was in business. I bludgeoned that table, especially the player to my left and another fellow four to my left.
This guy was really nice, and clearly new to the game (unless it was some elaborate hoax). He literally brought Harrington on Hold-em Volume 2 as break reading material.
I mixed it up a little bit with him, with one hand in particular being particularly devastating. I had A10os and raised his limp from the cutoff, it folded around to him, he flatted. Flop came Axx two tone with hearts. He checked, I checked. Turn was a heart. He led out, a suspicous bet of less than a quarter of the pot. I went with my gut that it was a weak lead. I three bet him big, quadrupling his bet. He tanked a bit, I could read plainly that it was a painful bet for him. He cut out his chips and then called - but with the same lozenge sucking mannerism that I had seen him limp/check/call with for the whole tournament with marginal holdings. A tell? I wasn't really conscious of it at the time.
His call meant that he was pot committed. My instinct was to shut it down, but I was priced in to call his shove - I would be damaged but not severely hurt. But then the unexpected happened. With 2/3 of his chips already in the pot, he checked the river when it blanked.
This guy was a newbie. A simpleton. But not an idiot. He was reading Harrington. He could have a baby flush - but I really didn't think so. I think I was good - but I also wanted to give myself every chance to get him off of the hand just in case I wasn't. Like I said, if all his chips went in and I was on the losing end, it wouldn't be the end of the world - but if I checked behind and he had an ace with a better kicker, or bottom two pair, or a baby flush - I would have cost myself the only chance to take down the pot.
I shoved.
He shook his head and mucked. I showed him the ace (but not the kicker) and he nodded with a grimace. So my hand was good - he wasn't going to call. But if his hand had been slightly better I had given him a chance (though not really as he was pot committed) to get away, and he did - foolishly, though he probably had nothing. Not sure if this makes sense, but there it is.
So there were three guys that I handled pretty well at the table, the others stacked off in hands where I wasn't involved. But there was one that remained, the other big stack, I tangled with him a few times - he was the guy from the 10 4 suited hand - young, lip pierced, savvy, probably gay but doesn't know it - a ridiculous outfit, but he knew how to play. Except for the 10 4 hand, he came out the better in every confrontation, even when he was out of position. The good news was, I managed to get away from him unhurt except once and even then there were still enough fish left that I could pillage them to build back up. I avoided this guy from then on, until it was just me and him.
Our stacks were about even. I suggested a chop, which to my surprise he refused. Guess he wasn't that savvy when it came to long term EV. The blinds were monstro and I knew we would be flipping for it. He thought, correctly, that he was a better player than me, but he wasn't smart enough to realize his edge in skill here was meaningless. No worries.
Four hands in I flopped trip kings with an 8 kicker. All the chips went in and he had a king with a 10 kicker. There you go. Guess it worked out for him. Easy game.
Overall I was ecstatic at my play. Definitely the best I've played live. A few times my reads were off and I got lucky, but for the most part when I got the ammo I was an absolute rapist - plundering to my hearts content. I've only been a table captain once before in my life, and now that I've had another really good taste of it, I want it again even more.
One thing that has helped me a lot in becoming more robotic and consistent when I'm in bulldozer mode, is my baseball cap. Once I've made my bet, I lock in to the same spot just past the board and with a slight tilt down of my head I can shield my eyes with the bill. I like this much better than sunglasses, which I've tried twice. I bought some "poker shades" that were very light yet mirrored, and it was still way too dark. So much so that it hurt my head. I like the bill much better, it helps keep my movements consistent. Whether or not it actually shields any tells, who knows, but it definitely puts me in a comfort zone.
I'm going to try reeeally hard to get in another live session before Vegas, plus I have my home game on the 9th. Good for my brain to play both kinds of players - the degenerates who like to 4 bet light and the friendly faces who think bottom two pair is the nuts and will check/call to the death with it.
Monday, September 27, 2010
Monday, September 20, 2010
Coming up! Vegas 2010.2
Looks like I'm headed off to Vegas again, for what is now transforming before my very eyes into a TWICE a year tradition!
February, and now October. Sounds good to me.
Here is my tentative schedule.
-Thursday, October 21-
My super cheap flight arrives at 945am.
Pickup my super cheap rental car at 10am.
I know, I know, why rent a car in Vegas? Simple, do the math - a cab ride, if you're lucky and they don't take the tunnel is $20 minimum. That's $40 roundtrip. I booked a car that comes to just over twice that amount for four days. So I get complete freedom to go when and where I want - without relying on the time consuming, and potentially smelly hassle of cabs or shuttles. If I get the urge to play in Binion's downtown, it's a snap. If I'm at the Venetian and need to get to the MGM quickly, it's a done deal. I can still take long walks on the strip, in fact I plan to, but after the sun goes down there's no reason to risk life and limb anywhere off the strip - or for that matter risk getting puked on or punched out anywhere on the strip.
Arrive at the super cheap (less than $200 for four days) Orleans and sign up for the $75 NLHE nooner with time to spare.
The Orleans is my dump of choice - slightly nicer than the Imperial Palace or Tropicana, but still easy on the wallet. The poker room itself is run really well and has fantastic tournaments, probably the best structured for a low entry in all of Vegas. The room's downfall is it's clientele - a grumpy mix of swarthy blingers and crusty old codgers that have been around as long as the increasingly worn out furniture. I'm not saying this gang isn't beatable - but in the half dozen or so tournaments I've played at the Orleans, I've never cashed once. Still, this trip is not about making money first and foremost - it's about having fun!
After I stack off with bottom set in the third hour, my room will likely be ready. I'll check out the pron and take a nap (in that order) before heading back down to register for the Omaha/8 tournament. That's right, an Omaha/8 tournament!
This is the main reason I picked the Orleans - nowhere else in town spreads fixed limit tournaments. Again, as with the NLHE crowd here, I'm basically dead money. But it is a thrill to splash around in Omaha land! Plus I can take it easy and not worry about going anywhere - the food at the Orleans is pretty decent and not too painfully expensive as I recall.
I should get about 4 hours of play, and probably not be anywhere near the money when I get blinded off - but I'm so excited to be in an Omaha tournament. I'll likely grab some ice cream, hopefully nothing too calorically disastrous, before heading off to bed.
-Friday, October 22-
The next morning - it's off campus - to the Friday Nooner at Venetian! $150 brings me the best structured regular tournament in all of Vegas. Again - the competition is a bit stiffer, lots of locals (though not as incestuous as the Orleans) but the room is first rate. Here is my first real chance to cash - tight ABC will actually do the job (or at least get me close to the bubble) barring any massive coolers - if I get lucky and get hit with the deck I need to hunker down and play for first place; bet, raise, re-raise!
Hopefully I won't get felted early on - but if I do I must stay disciplined and refrain from rushing off to register for another tournament right away. I need to take a walk, maybe grab a bite, enjoy myself and not beat myself up too bad if I misplayed a hand or two, or six or seven.
Need to stay strong and hold out until 7pm, when I'll stroll on over to the Mirage for some boisterous bounty action! At $150, the Friday night tournament is quite a bit steeper than their usual $80 donk fest, but it is sooooo much fun! Plus as a bounty event, you only need to bust 1 player to get back $50. It makes for a lot of action and is very fun to play.
The Mirage is by far the softest poker room I have ever played in. It is typically full of tourists. It is the site of the one tournament I ever played in where I was a truly dominating table captain. I will always love playing at the Mirage.
Hopefully I'll be tired and exhilarated from chopping final table money - so I can head back to bed. More than likely though, on a Friday night in Vegas - I'll be ready to stroll on over to Treasure Island and sign up for their spectacularly bad structured $50 turbo tournament at 10pm.
This room is an absolute blast to play in. Truly smoke free, fantastic dealers and even the locals (which are outnumbered at least 4 to 1 by tourists) are about as fishy as they come. Believe it or not, I've won two tournaments here (chopped for first with the chip lead) - though I really believe the structure makes this virtually a "no skill required" event. The main reason I keep coming back, is because this is probably the most fun room in Vegas.
-Saturday, October 23-
Saturday morning - I will awake to either the comforting thought that I've cashed at least once, or the slightly melancholy realization that I've dropped $450 in entry fees with no return on my investment.
Either way - I will do the same on this trip that I have on the others - REFUSE to let my results, which are over a teeny tiny sample of hands, color my trip enjoyment level beyond a very small amount. People run hot, people run cold - when I'm only playing 10 tournaments in 4 days, I can't get hung up on the showdown. I need to relax and enjoy 3rd and 4th street - because that's where the major fun is. Besides, I always play better and win more when I try my best not to worry about results.
Having said that - my Saturday schedule is actually dependent on my results.
First things first, no matter if I am up or down, I will start with the $50 9am tournament at the fabulous Monte Carlo.
The tournament here is another $50 donkament - with an even worse structure than T.I. But I absolutely love the vibe of this room at 9am. With an unbeatable house entry fee, this tournament is populated on any given morning by 80 to 100 percent tourists. The dealers are slow, but super friendly, they explain the rules thoroughly before we start as there are truly people sitting around the table who have literally never played poker before - this is my kind of place. The structure is terrible - but this has to be even softer than the Mirage.
Afterwards, if I am up at all (even a few dollars) I'll head on down to the 2pm $225 big weekend event at Caesar's.
I really, really, really want to play in this one. 15,000 chips, 30 minute levels - very nice. My poker compatriots have long told me that this room is soft - in the few times I've played here, I found that to be anything but true. Still, I look forward to stumbling across that miracle table someday. Even if I don't, it would be a great privilege to play in the third best weekly in Vegas (the better two being the Venetian and Bellagio, which at $330 and $540 apiece respectively, are a bit much for me even if I've happened to cash).
If I haven't made any profit - meaning I haven't cashed, or have cashed and not booked more than $450 - then I'll wander on down to the 1pm tournament at Aria.
For only $125, this is a fantastically structured event with 30 minute levels. Plus, unlike Venetian or Orleans, the room is typically loaded with tourists - and these are the best kind of tourists! Moderate to serious recreational players like me, who have been known to think through a hand and are actually capable of folding a fairly strong cards once in awhile. There are some locals to watch out for of the maniac (or is it manic) kind - but easily detectable and avoidable.
For the 7pm tournament - it's a toss up. Depending on how soft the Mirage was on Friday night, I'll either head there again (for their $80 version of a bounty tournament) or head on over to the $125 Venetian for it's superb structure and starting stack.
If I started the day at Aria I'm unlikely to remain there for the 7pm tournament, only because I'm going to need a change of scenery. However, if I played at Caesar's at 2pm - then I'll make a bee-line for the Aria.
Finally, if I'm winning a lot - I'll likely crash into T.I. for the 10pm push and pray. Or, if I'm 0 for 7 at this point - I'll... likely crash into T.I. for the 10pm push and pray. Only if I've cashed a bit, and am exhausted, will I pass on the late night merriment and head back to the ranch.
-Sunday, October 24-
Sunday - will be the 11am $80 bounty at Mirage. Gotta love these tourist-aments.
After, I may hit an afternoon turbo at Planet Hollywood or T.I. if I have time or inclination.
At 7pm I will be back home at Orleans, for what is sure to be a highlight - a $75 H.O.R.S.E. tournament. Dead money. Good times.
Because I'll already be back in my hotel, I will have already gassed up the rental and can go straight to bed so I can be up and out for an early morning departure. Very nice.
By the way, this entire schedule is subject to change - it is potentially very hypothetical, but as of now it's where I'm inclined to play. Like I alluded to, I might get the impulse to go downtown - I've never played at Binion's or the Nugget, so that has always been in the back of my mind.
In any event, as if you couldn't tell - I am SUPER excited about this trip.
-Objective-
My main goal, believe it or not - is not to make money.
My main goal is to push myself poker-wise. To really focus and play my hardest, expanding my game and losing my fear of the dollars attached to the chips. In my mind, the money is already spent - I'm not counting on it coming back. I don't care about the cash. I care about bringing my A-game and leaving my anxiety at the door. The biggest component this equation will be having fun.
I still plan to play "mum" poker at the table - but at the same time, I'll be eager to socialize about any other subject. I'm here to get loaded on diet cokes, and maybe enjoy a table massage or two. I plan to show a busted bluff - and get paid later. I hit quads last trip - and checked to the better, who checked behind with a full house! This time if I get quads and it's 5th street - I'm a shovin'.
I want very much to talk poker - away from the tables and with my traveling companions. The venerable Dr. Dave (my brother) and good friend Fishman, who is anything but.
I am also very much looking forward to some good ass meals. I don't need to stuff myself till I'm sick - but I definitely want to savor some culinary goodness. Long walks through City Center should help alleviate some of this indulgence.
I hope I can convince more folks to come between now and then - until then, I'll be biding my time, pre-visualizing my chip splashing and river hitting.
Can't.
Wait.
February, and now October. Sounds good to me.
Here is my tentative schedule.
-Thursday, October 21-
My super cheap flight arrives at 945am.
Pickup my super cheap rental car at 10am.
I know, I know, why rent a car in Vegas? Simple, do the math - a cab ride, if you're lucky and they don't take the tunnel is $20 minimum. That's $40 roundtrip. I booked a car that comes to just over twice that amount for four days. So I get complete freedom to go when and where I want - without relying on the time consuming, and potentially smelly hassle of cabs or shuttles. If I get the urge to play in Binion's downtown, it's a snap. If I'm at the Venetian and need to get to the MGM quickly, it's a done deal. I can still take long walks on the strip, in fact I plan to, but after the sun goes down there's no reason to risk life and limb anywhere off the strip - or for that matter risk getting puked on or punched out anywhere on the strip.
Arrive at the super cheap (less than $200 for four days) Orleans and sign up for the $75 NLHE nooner with time to spare.
The Orleans is my dump of choice - slightly nicer than the Imperial Palace or Tropicana, but still easy on the wallet. The poker room itself is run really well and has fantastic tournaments, probably the best structured for a low entry in all of Vegas. The room's downfall is it's clientele - a grumpy mix of swarthy blingers and crusty old codgers that have been around as long as the increasingly worn out furniture. I'm not saying this gang isn't beatable - but in the half dozen or so tournaments I've played at the Orleans, I've never cashed once. Still, this trip is not about making money first and foremost - it's about having fun!
After I stack off with bottom set in the third hour, my room will likely be ready. I'll check out the pron and take a nap (in that order) before heading back down to register for the Omaha/8 tournament. That's right, an Omaha/8 tournament!
This is the main reason I picked the Orleans - nowhere else in town spreads fixed limit tournaments. Again, as with the NLHE crowd here, I'm basically dead money. But it is a thrill to splash around in Omaha land! Plus I can take it easy and not worry about going anywhere - the food at the Orleans is pretty decent and not too painfully expensive as I recall.
I should get about 4 hours of play, and probably not be anywhere near the money when I get blinded off - but I'm so excited to be in an Omaha tournament. I'll likely grab some ice cream, hopefully nothing too calorically disastrous, before heading off to bed.
-Friday, October 22-
The next morning - it's off campus - to the Friday Nooner at Venetian! $150 brings me the best structured regular tournament in all of Vegas. Again - the competition is a bit stiffer, lots of locals (though not as incestuous as the Orleans) but the room is first rate. Here is my first real chance to cash - tight ABC will actually do the job (or at least get me close to the bubble) barring any massive coolers - if I get lucky and get hit with the deck I need to hunker down and play for first place; bet, raise, re-raise!
Hopefully I won't get felted early on - but if I do I must stay disciplined and refrain from rushing off to register for another tournament right away. I need to take a walk, maybe grab a bite, enjoy myself and not beat myself up too bad if I misplayed a hand or two, or six or seven.
Need to stay strong and hold out until 7pm, when I'll stroll on over to the Mirage for some boisterous bounty action! At $150, the Friday night tournament is quite a bit steeper than their usual $80 donk fest, but it is sooooo much fun! Plus as a bounty event, you only need to bust 1 player to get back $50. It makes for a lot of action and is very fun to play.
The Mirage is by far the softest poker room I have ever played in. It is typically full of tourists. It is the site of the one tournament I ever played in where I was a truly dominating table captain. I will always love playing at the Mirage.
Hopefully I'll be tired and exhilarated from chopping final table money - so I can head back to bed. More than likely though, on a Friday night in Vegas - I'll be ready to stroll on over to Treasure Island and sign up for their spectacularly bad structured $50 turbo tournament at 10pm.
This room is an absolute blast to play in. Truly smoke free, fantastic dealers and even the locals (which are outnumbered at least 4 to 1 by tourists) are about as fishy as they come. Believe it or not, I've won two tournaments here (chopped for first with the chip lead) - though I really believe the structure makes this virtually a "no skill required" event. The main reason I keep coming back, is because this is probably the most fun room in Vegas.
-Saturday, October 23-
Saturday morning - I will awake to either the comforting thought that I've cashed at least once, or the slightly melancholy realization that I've dropped $450 in entry fees with no return on my investment.
Either way - I will do the same on this trip that I have on the others - REFUSE to let my results, which are over a teeny tiny sample of hands, color my trip enjoyment level beyond a very small amount. People run hot, people run cold - when I'm only playing 10 tournaments in 4 days, I can't get hung up on the showdown. I need to relax and enjoy 3rd and 4th street - because that's where the major fun is. Besides, I always play better and win more when I try my best not to worry about results.
Having said that - my Saturday schedule is actually dependent on my results.
First things first, no matter if I am up or down, I will start with the $50 9am tournament at the fabulous Monte Carlo.
The tournament here is another $50 donkament - with an even worse structure than T.I. But I absolutely love the vibe of this room at 9am. With an unbeatable house entry fee, this tournament is populated on any given morning by 80 to 100 percent tourists. The dealers are slow, but super friendly, they explain the rules thoroughly before we start as there are truly people sitting around the table who have literally never played poker before - this is my kind of place. The structure is terrible - but this has to be even softer than the Mirage.
Afterwards, if I am up at all (even a few dollars) I'll head on down to the 2pm $225 big weekend event at Caesar's.
I really, really, really want to play in this one. 15,000 chips, 30 minute levels - very nice. My poker compatriots have long told me that this room is soft - in the few times I've played here, I found that to be anything but true. Still, I look forward to stumbling across that miracle table someday. Even if I don't, it would be a great privilege to play in the third best weekly in Vegas (the better two being the Venetian and Bellagio, which at $330 and $540 apiece respectively, are a bit much for me even if I've happened to cash).
If I haven't made any profit - meaning I haven't cashed, or have cashed and not booked more than $450 - then I'll wander on down to the 1pm tournament at Aria.
For only $125, this is a fantastically structured event with 30 minute levels. Plus, unlike Venetian or Orleans, the room is typically loaded with tourists - and these are the best kind of tourists! Moderate to serious recreational players like me, who have been known to think through a hand and are actually capable of folding a fairly strong cards once in awhile. There are some locals to watch out for of the maniac (or is it manic) kind - but easily detectable and avoidable.
For the 7pm tournament - it's a toss up. Depending on how soft the Mirage was on Friday night, I'll either head there again (for their $80 version of a bounty tournament) or head on over to the $125 Venetian for it's superb structure and starting stack.
If I started the day at Aria I'm unlikely to remain there for the 7pm tournament, only because I'm going to need a change of scenery. However, if I played at Caesar's at 2pm - then I'll make a bee-line for the Aria.
Finally, if I'm winning a lot - I'll likely crash into T.I. for the 10pm push and pray. Or, if I'm 0 for 7 at this point - I'll... likely crash into T.I. for the 10pm push and pray. Only if I've cashed a bit, and am exhausted, will I pass on the late night merriment and head back to the ranch.
-Sunday, October 24-
Sunday - will be the 11am $80 bounty at Mirage. Gotta love these tourist-aments.
After, I may hit an afternoon turbo at Planet Hollywood or T.I. if I have time or inclination.
At 7pm I will be back home at Orleans, for what is sure to be a highlight - a $75 H.O.R.S.E. tournament. Dead money. Good times.
Because I'll already be back in my hotel, I will have already gassed up the rental and can go straight to bed so I can be up and out for an early morning departure. Very nice.
By the way, this entire schedule is subject to change - it is potentially very hypothetical, but as of now it's where I'm inclined to play. Like I alluded to, I might get the impulse to go downtown - I've never played at Binion's or the Nugget, so that has always been in the back of my mind.
In any event, as if you couldn't tell - I am SUPER excited about this trip.
-Objective-
My main goal, believe it or not - is not to make money.
My main goal is to push myself poker-wise. To really focus and play my hardest, expanding my game and losing my fear of the dollars attached to the chips. In my mind, the money is already spent - I'm not counting on it coming back. I don't care about the cash. I care about bringing my A-game and leaving my anxiety at the door. The biggest component this equation will be having fun.
I still plan to play "mum" poker at the table - but at the same time, I'll be eager to socialize about any other subject. I'm here to get loaded on diet cokes, and maybe enjoy a table massage or two. I plan to show a busted bluff - and get paid later. I hit quads last trip - and checked to the better, who checked behind with a full house! This time if I get quads and it's 5th street - I'm a shovin'.
I want very much to talk poker - away from the tables and with my traveling companions. The venerable Dr. Dave (my brother) and good friend Fishman, who is anything but.
I am also very much looking forward to some good ass meals. I don't need to stuff myself till I'm sick - but I definitely want to savor some culinary goodness. Long walks through City Center should help alleviate some of this indulgence.
I hope I can convince more folks to come between now and then - until then, I'll be biding my time, pre-visualizing my chip splashing and river hitting.
Can't.
Wait.
Monday, September 13, 2010
Enlightened
Great cash game last Friday night at my house. Two medium sized fish, five decent players and one shark. I was in the middle group.
Ordinarily, there are some uber-fish that show up for cash game night, alas none could make it. I would have to make due with a fairly tough table, save for the two minor minnows.
I don't have a draw for seats at my cash game, people are free to sit where they like as they arrive - and naturally the two weaker players plopped down to my right while the tougher ones basically queued up to my left.
I was hoping at best with this bunch to turn a small profit - at the very least break even, a small loss was a possibility. So was getting stacked.
I don't know if there was a full moon out or what - but I proceeded to read everyone at that table about as well as I ever have in my entire life.
I actually called out hands on three separate occasions, and was spot on before the cards were flipped.
At least 4 times, I bluffed just the right amount to get the better hand to lay down. There's something to be said for a slightly better, and not God awful player - someone who can actually use their brain and put you on a hand (albeit the wrong one) as opposed to someone who only knows that the two cards in front of him must be good.
I am certain that 2 of my biggest bluffs worked effectively, because each time the mucking player conceded the pot, they showed me their hand before mucking!
In return, I would show the bluff. Overall, I showed a lot - which I know I've said many times, on this blog and elsewhere, is a generally a bad idea. I've also ranted and raved recently in this forum about how much I've tried to stay "mum" about poker when I'm at the table. Well Friday night, I definitely had a change of heart about this and even a little enlightenment.
Marc F., one of the aforementioned decent players at the table, made an offhand remark that struck me as pretty profound. To paraphrase - "I don't mind talking poker here, because we're all friends, this is low stakes and I always learn something about the game when I do."
What a beautiful thing!
It is true - my home game is a "safe" place for poker players. It's low stakes, not so low as to be meaningless, but well low enough to avert hard feelings and losing mortgage money. And we all know each other and like each other. Really, it's what every home poker experience should be.
So what are the downsides of talking poker at the table in such an environment?
I might give too much away and affect my results. But how much? Really?
Honestly, I think I'm as good as the best in my game - and better than the rest. Whatever I give away in information and results, I suspect I gain back much more by what is revealed to me. Both in the hands that other players show, and in the hands that they talk about.
I gave away a ton of info on Friday night, and still managed to book a win. The previously mentioned shark gave away zero information - but finished down for the night. The same can be said for another good player at the table, who kept mum on the hands, but still got tilted and ultimately felted.
But even more important than potentially affecting my results - talking poker is fun. Yes, fun. Ultimately, if all I cared about in poker was money, I wouldn't bother to host a home game, or even play in one for that matter. Nope, my first priority at the table is to have FUN. True, a part of this fun is being successful = making money. But only a part. Conversely, I play my best when I am able to disassociate chips from cash -and not fret over making the bubble or losing a buy-in. I play best, when I have fun.
So I think it's okay, and possibly even beneficial - to talk poker at the poker table. Not in a card room, where I don't know the people and they don't know me and the buy-in is $100 and up. But in my garage, or in someone else's living room - why not showski once in awhile, or speculate out loud? It's fun! I enjoyed myself immensely the other night, chatting it up about hands, showing my nastiest bluffs and not worrying about concealing and not revealing. Plus I finished up over $50 in profit, not too shabby for a game with fixed limits and a $40 buy in!
So I guess the ground rules for me will be - in a cash game at home I can yuck it up and talk all I want about teh pokerz. Especially when it's a table full of people I respect AND also has people that I really like. On Friday night, the two big fish are two really great guys; I honestly take pleasure in opening up a bit with them; and they aren't so terrible that it would be a dreadful mistake to educate them a bit.
In my tournaments, I'll have to be a bit more tight lipped - too many calling stations and uber-donks, I don't want to be educating them more than is necessary. It's simply far too profitable to smile and stay silent with them. But if I slip, and say out loud "well I'm getting 7 to 1, I have to call" or some such innocuous but ultimately illuminating remark, I'm not going to beat myself up. I'm going - to have fun.
Ordinarily, there are some uber-fish that show up for cash game night, alas none could make it. I would have to make due with a fairly tough table, save for the two minor minnows.
I don't have a draw for seats at my cash game, people are free to sit where they like as they arrive - and naturally the two weaker players plopped down to my right while the tougher ones basically queued up to my left.
I was hoping at best with this bunch to turn a small profit - at the very least break even, a small loss was a possibility. So was getting stacked.
I don't know if there was a full moon out or what - but I proceeded to read everyone at that table about as well as I ever have in my entire life.
I actually called out hands on three separate occasions, and was spot on before the cards were flipped.
At least 4 times, I bluffed just the right amount to get the better hand to lay down. There's something to be said for a slightly better, and not God awful player - someone who can actually use their brain and put you on a hand (albeit the wrong one) as opposed to someone who only knows that the two cards in front of him must be good.
I am certain that 2 of my biggest bluffs worked effectively, because each time the mucking player conceded the pot, they showed me their hand before mucking!
In return, I would show the bluff. Overall, I showed a lot - which I know I've said many times, on this blog and elsewhere, is a generally a bad idea. I've also ranted and raved recently in this forum about how much I've tried to stay "mum" about poker when I'm at the table. Well Friday night, I definitely had a change of heart about this and even a little enlightenment.
Marc F., one of the aforementioned decent players at the table, made an offhand remark that struck me as pretty profound. To paraphrase - "I don't mind talking poker here, because we're all friends, this is low stakes and I always learn something about the game when I do."
What a beautiful thing!
It is true - my home game is a "safe" place for poker players. It's low stakes, not so low as to be meaningless, but well low enough to avert hard feelings and losing mortgage money. And we all know each other and like each other. Really, it's what every home poker experience should be.
So what are the downsides of talking poker at the table in such an environment?
I might give too much away and affect my results. But how much? Really?
Honestly, I think I'm as good as the best in my game - and better than the rest. Whatever I give away in information and results, I suspect I gain back much more by what is revealed to me. Both in the hands that other players show, and in the hands that they talk about.
I gave away a ton of info on Friday night, and still managed to book a win. The previously mentioned shark gave away zero information - but finished down for the night. The same can be said for another good player at the table, who kept mum on the hands, but still got tilted and ultimately felted.
But even more important than potentially affecting my results - talking poker is fun. Yes, fun. Ultimately, if all I cared about in poker was money, I wouldn't bother to host a home game, or even play in one for that matter. Nope, my first priority at the table is to have FUN. True, a part of this fun is being successful = making money. But only a part. Conversely, I play my best when I am able to disassociate chips from cash -and not fret over making the bubble or losing a buy-in. I play best, when I have fun.
So I think it's okay, and possibly even beneficial - to talk poker at the poker table. Not in a card room, where I don't know the people and they don't know me and the buy-in is $100 and up. But in my garage, or in someone else's living room - why not showski once in awhile, or speculate out loud? It's fun! I enjoyed myself immensely the other night, chatting it up about hands, showing my nastiest bluffs and not worrying about concealing and not revealing. Plus I finished up over $50 in profit, not too shabby for a game with fixed limits and a $40 buy in!
So I guess the ground rules for me will be - in a cash game at home I can yuck it up and talk all I want about teh pokerz. Especially when it's a table full of people I respect AND also has people that I really like. On Friday night, the two big fish are two really great guys; I honestly take pleasure in opening up a bit with them; and they aren't so terrible that it would be a dreadful mistake to educate them a bit.
In my tournaments, I'll have to be a bit more tight lipped - too many calling stations and uber-donks, I don't want to be educating them more than is necessary. It's simply far too profitable to smile and stay silent with them. But if I slip, and say out loud "well I'm getting 7 to 1, I have to call" or some such innocuous but ultimately illuminating remark, I'm not going to beat myself up. I'm going - to have fun.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
You're not from around here, are you boy?
Recently my work took me to Nicaragua. I missed the one night out at the local casino because I wasn't invited and I was dead tired. The trip ended, but instead of going home we continued on to Biloxi, Mississippi, to shoot a one hour special for the CW Network called "The Gulf is Back" a concert promoting the resiliency and recovery of the region.
On this second leg, I felt a lot more comfortable venturing out after work, mainly because the odds were actually heavily against me getting knifed, unlike in Nicaragua, and there was no comparable language barrier. The only thing I had to struggle with a little to decipher were the strong but friendly Mississippi accents.
Even better and more convenient, literally right across the street from our perfectly pleasant hotel was the Beau Rivage Hotel and Casino, the largest and most prestigious gambling house in the state. Best of all - they had nightly tournaments!
$120 for 10,000 in chips and a fairly decent structure. I brought my sometime poker confidante Cali Al along with me, and we both excitedly plunked down our cash for a chance at fighting through about 50 runners for a smallish prize pool.
The poker room at the BR was gorgeous to look at, comfortable and sumptuous with wood paneling and fine appointments.
The chairs were comfortable, though they didn't roll which was a bit odd (considering all the big rooms have rolling chairs in Vegas and SoCal, even in HPC) - the two most unfortunate things about the room however were the noise and the smoke. Because the room was adjacent and open to the casino machines (which were numerous) we got to enjoy a constant stream of binging and beeping as well as a frequent lung burning from the chain smoking slot jockeys.
The dealers were competent and friendly. The drink service fast enough and equally cheerful.
The competition however at first appeared to be the rooms downfall - mostly locals who for the most part knew what they were doing. Over the first hour I thought to myself - "I don't think the Rivage would be where I would hang my hat if I lived here. Too tough and too "been there, done that". Though I must say, quite a bit friendlier and sincere than the local degens in Inglewood." But as I would learn, it really wasn't as bad as it first appeared.
Cali and I both couldn't seem to get much going early on, but soon I got comfortable with the table as for who knew what they were doing and who didn't. In particular, I pegged the young gun across the table from me as an aggressive local who at first appeared to be in control but in fact wasn't betting correctly, at all.
Just as my stack was starting to slip, my read on this guy paid off. There was lots of limping going on at the table, frequently without a raise from behind. And when it was raised, everybody would call anyway. So I played along with the table, trying to see a flop or cheap.
I just called from middle position with KQ suited. Young gun limped as well from the button. Four players to the flop. K x x. Blinds checked, I checked, button checked. Turn was a 10. Blinds checked, I checked, Young Gun fired just over a quarter of the pot. Blinds folded. I called. River was a scary Jack. I checked. Young Gun, hot shit local, fired out THE SAME AMOUNT! I was getting nearly 10 to one on a call. I would have called with any two cards just to get information, but I had the sneaking instinct that I was still good. This guy was ABC and would have bet for fat value if he had connected hard. I insta-called and insta-flipped my cards. He looked disgusted and mucked. Really buddy? Did you think I was going to fold top pair for barely twice a min-bet on the river? You suck dude.
Cali continued to play ultra-snug, not even limping with marginal holdings - I have often tried to talk to him about playing too tight, but he assures me that he does open up his range more than I think. It is true though, that he will fold for an hour, something I could never do or justify. Consequently, his table image is that of a super-nit. The benefit of this I guess is that he is able to steal occasionally from out of position; it does appear to others as if he suddenly woke up with a hand and they get out of his way. The downside of such an extreme image though is that he doesn't get paid on his monsters (unless of course he is playing online with fake money) and he appears to be afraid to mix it up at all. The latter is especially damaging in a modern NLHE tournament environment where experienced players sniff out fear like a pit-bull who catches a whiff of kitten. Cali had his blinds pillaged over and over and over again, alternately by the same 2 and sometimes 3 locals who could barely contain themselves from licking their chops as each steal opportunity arose.
I on the other hand, when my blinds had been stolen one too many times, three bet-fearlessly and then shoved the flop with air. Not coincidentally it was against young gun who tanked and tanked and finally folded his 9's face up. Gulp. But I knew it had to be done, for two reasons. One, I had to take a stand. Two, I was dialed in on this guy, and knew he was good enough to pay attention to how I had been playing and assume that I wouldn't stick it in unless I was ahead.
Cali finally bid adieu to the table, raising UTG with 15BB's (a mistake) and then sticking it in on the flop with an unconnected AK that got looked up by a middling pocket pair. The time to shove was pre-flop, but Cali bemoaned his lack of cards and luck before shuffling off. I didn't mention to him that I hadn't had a single premium holding save for jacks, and yet somehow had bet my way (without showdowns) into an average chip stack with hands such as Q10, 78 and a pair of 5's.
One old codger two seats to my left gave me flashbacks of Inglewood. He was curmudgeonly and seemed to play mostly if not only higher pairs and AK. Codger got it all in with another young player who had AJ, he had Kings. I liked this guy.
He led out from early position with a x5 BB raise. The button called. I had Ah4h on the BB and defended knowing that the blinds were still low enough to justify mining for a monster - though yes, I do know that suited cards, even a suited ace, give only a statistically negligible advantage. I was looking to flop two pair or better or a monster draw. I got the latter.
The board came 3h 6c 5h. I checked. Codger c-bet half the pot, the button folded. I knew that even against his overpair I was probably ahead. I check-raised all in. He barely thought about it before calling with kings (again, this was the third pair of cowboys he had shown). He scoffed at my cards. The turn was a blank. The river a black ace.
On the flop, it turned out I had 17 outs (I had figured before he showed his cards that I only had 14 or 15) making me close to a 65% favorite, despite codger being ahead at the moment. I got it in good with my stack that was pretty much in need of a double up now rather than later. Codger was disgusted, but a young local two seats to my right spoke glowingly of my move and pointed out to everyone that I was ahead on the flop. Sometimes a little poker talk at the table can be a nice thing, if it's from someone else pointing out how great I am.
From that moment on I felt a lot better about my chances with this crowd. Most everyone played serenely and with confidence, expertly shuffling their chips and smoothly handling their cards - but most of these locals didn't understand bet sizing and were caught off guard when someone check or re-raised. As near as I could tell, they were about 3 years behind the internet and maybe a year and a half behind the card rooms of SoCal.
I honestly don't remember too many specific hands, save for getting lucky one time and spiking a set of queens against a pair of aces for a much needed double up, but I do remember being shocked at how quickly the bust-outs came. Before I knew it I was at the final table of 10. They paid 9. As I was a short stack, I floated an offer to take a buy-in off first place so that 10th would get their money back. I was greeted with stoney silence and stares, as if I had said, "Hey, anyone want to get naked and do the hokey-pokey?" Okay, they don't take kindly to choppin' here in Mississippi boy. Their reluctance to pay 10, when there were several short stacks and not just me, as well as the uneasiness at the thought of chopping at all right through the final four, was a big sign that the locals didn't fully grasp the concept of long term EV.
I would have to get lucky to cash it seemed, and thankfully, mostly to an absolutely ridiculous and unnecessary tangle between two big stacks, I didn't have to. I squeaked into the money (almost double my buy-in, yay!) and then I got lucky and tripled up in a multi-way pot when my pair of 8's spiked a set on the river. I was in good shape. I looked down at kings on the button. I had a raise and a re-raise behind me! Chippies went in. One caller. He had Jacks. Kings were good. Yay.
Time passed, I mostly folded, two more players busted and now I was no longer a nub, but I was still short stacked, though in the middle of the pack at the table. The blinds were so high that there was virtually no room to maneuver. I looked down at AK UTG. If I doubled up now I would be close to the chip lead. I was already guaranteed $494 - I shoved. It folded around to the button who was the monster stack. He tanked and tanked. Awesome. He finally called with A8os. My heart skipped a beat.
Flop x 8 x. Heartbreak.
Turn K. Elation.
River 8. That's poker.
A big roar of incredulity went up around the table, and there were handshakes of consolation all around. It definitely dulled the sting to have a unanimous validation from those who remained at the table, even the big stack. By the time I made it to the desk to get paid, I was pretty damn happy considering I had endured a very internet-like suck out in a live environment.
I feel pretty great about how I played, though I certainly wasn't perfect, I didn't make any gigantic mistakes. I folded small-pairs when I was in early to mid-position and had less than 15 bigs, a step I've been taking of late that seems to be the right way to go. I also for the most part knew when to give up and when to keep firing based on board textures and player reads, better than I think I ever have in a live game. Overall, I'm really really pleased that I could do so well (as well as be so lucky a couple of times) to double my per diem money in Mississippi.
Right now I am very much looking forward to returning to Vegas in October, to help my brother celebrate his marriage (a post-ceremony bachelor party, no shenanigans - just cards) and to give myself an early treat for my 40th birthday. I hope to get in a live tournament or two between now and then in Inglewood, as well as hopefully continue to cash in Flatline. I've taken down third place two tournaments in a row, and I really feel dialed in with those guys for a change.
In Pepper Street Poker, I also have cashed two tournaments in a row. We have a delightful new player, who is all kinds of awful and yet seems to be running over everyone. She also tilts me because she takes forever on every single decision, but I have to recognize that as far as my game is concerned she is BIG time positive EV.
We played out on the patio last Sunday and it was a blast - I look forward to doing it again two weeks from Friday night for a cash game, though it will start at 7pm so it should be nice and cool. If the weather stays warm, it will be divine.
On this second leg, I felt a lot more comfortable venturing out after work, mainly because the odds were actually heavily against me getting knifed, unlike in Nicaragua, and there was no comparable language barrier. The only thing I had to struggle with a little to decipher were the strong but friendly Mississippi accents.
Even better and more convenient, literally right across the street from our perfectly pleasant hotel was the Beau Rivage Hotel and Casino, the largest and most prestigious gambling house in the state. Best of all - they had nightly tournaments!
$120 for 10,000 in chips and a fairly decent structure. I brought my sometime poker confidante Cali Al along with me, and we both excitedly plunked down our cash for a chance at fighting through about 50 runners for a smallish prize pool.
The poker room at the BR was gorgeous to look at, comfortable and sumptuous with wood paneling and fine appointments.
The chairs were comfortable, though they didn't roll which was a bit odd (considering all the big rooms have rolling chairs in Vegas and SoCal, even in HPC) - the two most unfortunate things about the room however were the noise and the smoke. Because the room was adjacent and open to the casino machines (which were numerous) we got to enjoy a constant stream of binging and beeping as well as a frequent lung burning from the chain smoking slot jockeys.
The dealers were competent and friendly. The drink service fast enough and equally cheerful.
The competition however at first appeared to be the rooms downfall - mostly locals who for the most part knew what they were doing. Over the first hour I thought to myself - "I don't think the Rivage would be where I would hang my hat if I lived here. Too tough and too "been there, done that". Though I must say, quite a bit friendlier and sincere than the local degens in Inglewood." But as I would learn, it really wasn't as bad as it first appeared.
Cali and I both couldn't seem to get much going early on, but soon I got comfortable with the table as for who knew what they were doing and who didn't. In particular, I pegged the young gun across the table from me as an aggressive local who at first appeared to be in control but in fact wasn't betting correctly, at all.
Just as my stack was starting to slip, my read on this guy paid off. There was lots of limping going on at the table, frequently without a raise from behind. And when it was raised, everybody would call anyway. So I played along with the table, trying to see a flop or cheap.
I just called from middle position with KQ suited. Young gun limped as well from the button. Four players to the flop. K x x. Blinds checked, I checked, button checked. Turn was a 10. Blinds checked, I checked, Young Gun fired just over a quarter of the pot. Blinds folded. I called. River was a scary Jack. I checked. Young Gun, hot shit local, fired out THE SAME AMOUNT! I was getting nearly 10 to one on a call. I would have called with any two cards just to get information, but I had the sneaking instinct that I was still good. This guy was ABC and would have bet for fat value if he had connected hard. I insta-called and insta-flipped my cards. He looked disgusted and mucked. Really buddy? Did you think I was going to fold top pair for barely twice a min-bet on the river? You suck dude.
Cali continued to play ultra-snug, not even limping with marginal holdings - I have often tried to talk to him about playing too tight, but he assures me that he does open up his range more than I think. It is true though, that he will fold for an hour, something I could never do or justify. Consequently, his table image is that of a super-nit. The benefit of this I guess is that he is able to steal occasionally from out of position; it does appear to others as if he suddenly woke up with a hand and they get out of his way. The downside of such an extreme image though is that he doesn't get paid on his monsters (unless of course he is playing online with fake money) and he appears to be afraid to mix it up at all. The latter is especially damaging in a modern NLHE tournament environment where experienced players sniff out fear like a pit-bull who catches a whiff of kitten. Cali had his blinds pillaged over and over and over again, alternately by the same 2 and sometimes 3 locals who could barely contain themselves from licking their chops as each steal opportunity arose.
I on the other hand, when my blinds had been stolen one too many times, three bet-fearlessly and then shoved the flop with air. Not coincidentally it was against young gun who tanked and tanked and finally folded his 9's face up. Gulp. But I knew it had to be done, for two reasons. One, I had to take a stand. Two, I was dialed in on this guy, and knew he was good enough to pay attention to how I had been playing and assume that I wouldn't stick it in unless I was ahead.
Cali finally bid adieu to the table, raising UTG with 15BB's (a mistake) and then sticking it in on the flop with an unconnected AK that got looked up by a middling pocket pair. The time to shove was pre-flop, but Cali bemoaned his lack of cards and luck before shuffling off. I didn't mention to him that I hadn't had a single premium holding save for jacks, and yet somehow had bet my way (without showdowns) into an average chip stack with hands such as Q10, 78 and a pair of 5's.
One old codger two seats to my left gave me flashbacks of Inglewood. He was curmudgeonly and seemed to play mostly if not only higher pairs and AK. Codger got it all in with another young player who had AJ, he had Kings. I liked this guy.
He led out from early position with a x5 BB raise. The button called. I had Ah4h on the BB and defended knowing that the blinds were still low enough to justify mining for a monster - though yes, I do know that suited cards, even a suited ace, give only a statistically negligible advantage. I was looking to flop two pair or better or a monster draw. I got the latter.
The board came 3h 6c 5h. I checked. Codger c-bet half the pot, the button folded. I knew that even against his overpair I was probably ahead. I check-raised all in. He barely thought about it before calling with kings (again, this was the third pair of cowboys he had shown). He scoffed at my cards. The turn was a blank. The river a black ace.
On the flop, it turned out I had 17 outs (I had figured before he showed his cards that I only had 14 or 15) making me close to a 65% favorite, despite codger being ahead at the moment. I got it in good with my stack that was pretty much in need of a double up now rather than later. Codger was disgusted, but a young local two seats to my right spoke glowingly of my move and pointed out to everyone that I was ahead on the flop. Sometimes a little poker talk at the table can be a nice thing, if it's from someone else pointing out how great I am.
From that moment on I felt a lot better about my chances with this crowd. Most everyone played serenely and with confidence, expertly shuffling their chips and smoothly handling their cards - but most of these locals didn't understand bet sizing and were caught off guard when someone check or re-raised. As near as I could tell, they were about 3 years behind the internet and maybe a year and a half behind the card rooms of SoCal.
I honestly don't remember too many specific hands, save for getting lucky one time and spiking a set of queens against a pair of aces for a much needed double up, but I do remember being shocked at how quickly the bust-outs came. Before I knew it I was at the final table of 10. They paid 9. As I was a short stack, I floated an offer to take a buy-in off first place so that 10th would get their money back. I was greeted with stoney silence and stares, as if I had said, "Hey, anyone want to get naked and do the hokey-pokey?" Okay, they don't take kindly to choppin' here in Mississippi boy. Their reluctance to pay 10, when there were several short stacks and not just me, as well as the uneasiness at the thought of chopping at all right through the final four, was a big sign that the locals didn't fully grasp the concept of long term EV.
I would have to get lucky to cash it seemed, and thankfully, mostly to an absolutely ridiculous and unnecessary tangle between two big stacks, I didn't have to. I squeaked into the money (almost double my buy-in, yay!) and then I got lucky and tripled up in a multi-way pot when my pair of 8's spiked a set on the river. I was in good shape. I looked down at kings on the button. I had a raise and a re-raise behind me! Chippies went in. One caller. He had Jacks. Kings were good. Yay.
Time passed, I mostly folded, two more players busted and now I was no longer a nub, but I was still short stacked, though in the middle of the pack at the table. The blinds were so high that there was virtually no room to maneuver. I looked down at AK UTG. If I doubled up now I would be close to the chip lead. I was already guaranteed $494 - I shoved. It folded around to the button who was the monster stack. He tanked and tanked. Awesome. He finally called with A8os. My heart skipped a beat.
Flop x 8 x. Heartbreak.
Turn K. Elation.
River 8. That's poker.
A big roar of incredulity went up around the table, and there were handshakes of consolation all around. It definitely dulled the sting to have a unanimous validation from those who remained at the table, even the big stack. By the time I made it to the desk to get paid, I was pretty damn happy considering I had endured a very internet-like suck out in a live environment.
I feel pretty great about how I played, though I certainly wasn't perfect, I didn't make any gigantic mistakes. I folded small-pairs when I was in early to mid-position and had less than 15 bigs, a step I've been taking of late that seems to be the right way to go. I also for the most part knew when to give up and when to keep firing based on board textures and player reads, better than I think I ever have in a live game. Overall, I'm really really pleased that I could do so well (as well as be so lucky a couple of times) to double my per diem money in Mississippi.
Right now I am very much looking forward to returning to Vegas in October, to help my brother celebrate his marriage (a post-ceremony bachelor party, no shenanigans - just cards) and to give myself an early treat for my 40th birthday. I hope to get in a live tournament or two between now and then in Inglewood, as well as hopefully continue to cash in Flatline. I've taken down third place two tournaments in a row, and I really feel dialed in with those guys for a change.
In Pepper Street Poker, I also have cashed two tournaments in a row. We have a delightful new player, who is all kinds of awful and yet seems to be running over everyone. She also tilts me because she takes forever on every single decision, but I have to recognize that as far as my game is concerned she is BIG time positive EV.
We played out on the patio last Sunday and it was a blast - I look forward to doing it again two weeks from Friday night for a cash game, though it will start at 7pm so it should be nice and cool. If the weather stays warm, it will be divine.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Well, well, well...
Quick note to report that I was successful on Saturday with a min-cash of $270! Of course, the buy-in for the tournament was $100 - but hey, after outlasting 89 other runners, I feel pretty good!
I squeaked into the final table, mostly by folding, but of course I had to occasionally pull the trigger and stick it in to keep up with the blinds, which I'm happy to report most of the time didn't go to show down and when it did I had my pocket pairs hold up or my overs hit.
One side note, I am always shocked at the amount of "strategy talk" that goes on in live games - in between hands of course, but still - all that jibber jabber about how to best play a hand, how this guy would have played it, what this other guy thought that other guy had. Blah, blah, blah - to the point of ridiculousness.
I suppose I shouldn't complain, all that free information floating out there - most of the talkers are genuine in their espousing poker "wisdom" and really believe we should all listen up if we want to learn.
There was one fellow at my table, a rather over weight but shortish poker "nerd" who certainly knew what he was doing (for the most part) when it came to splashing chips around, but then he would go on and on afterwards about how the hand was played, what he guessed other players had, etc. etc. Even when he wasn't in the hand. He kept asking me what I had, I eventually settled on saying Ace Jack for every hand. He believed me two times and the third time he finally got suspicious.
Then I got moved and had the honor of sitting to the left of "The Professor". This fellow is a well known character at HPC and plays in just about every tournament every day. He's friendly enough, but he made the younger guy seem positively meek by comparison when it came to talking about strategery.
The Professor, simply put, couldn't shut up about how we were all supposed to play the game. And on the rare occasion he did veer off topic, it was always to complain about how certain dealers were unlucky, ie, bad.
Probably the only thing that surprises me more than people who talk poker strategy endlessly at the table, are those who think it is legitimate to berate a dealer, not for making a mistake (like miscounting, misdealing, etc.) but rather for dealing a bad beat or a long string of lousy cards.
If I ever had any doubt that a lot of these people who espouse poker strategy at the table were idiots, the fact that most of these folks also complain about dealers because of the cards they are dealt, removes all doubt from my mind.
Newsflash, degenerate assholes: The dealer, that is the human being dealing your cards, doesn't have anything to do with the hand you get or how the board runs out. The dealer in fact doesn't give a shit. Once the cards are absentmindedly shuffled, your fate is already sealed. Stop being dumb asses and get over yourselves - just as God doesn't have anything to do with who wins the Superbowl, the dealer has zero to do with what cards you get.
And if you're chirping because you think it's funny or clever, it's not. The first 10 times it's mildly entertaining - after the 100th time in two hours, I would choke you out if I wouldn't probably go to jail for it. Then again, not many juries would convict me...
The Professor is the worst offender of this disingenuous dealer abuse. He does it with a twinkle in his eye and we're all supposed to think it's cute - but underneath the surface he betrays a bitterness all to familiar to anyone who plays this game for any length of time, let alone the 50 years or so he's probably been at the tables. Poker is brutal. Poker sucks. And these minimum wage dealers / slaves are being paid to sit there and take it. But it's all in good fun. Really.
As "friendly" as he tries to be, The Professor's anger inevitably boils over when he busts out. In one of my earliest tournaments at HPC, I announced "all in" against him. He asked how much I had, I mistakenly gave him a slightly lower chip count than what I had moved across the betting line. (Lesson learned, now I don't say anything after I shove). When his hand lost to mine, and the stacks were counted, it appeared I had him covered by a couple of hundred, instead of him covering me by several hundred as I had mistakenly announced. The fact that our chip stacks were very close, whether I had him covered or vice versa, made little difference in his decision being correct or incorrect. (Honestly, I don't remember the actual hand.) If he had lost and only had 500 or so remaining, he would have been crippled - as it was he was out, not much of a difference.
No matter. The wrinkled smile faded from his lips into a cold hard stare. "You said you had 2400. Not 2900." He was pissed. I apologized. The dealer correctly pointed out that I had said all in, and he should have asked for an official count. The Professor stomped off. Nice guy. And really knows his stuff.
Also, I'm happy to report, The Professor was busted by young nerd on Saturday when we were down to two tables. It was a beautiful thing, two chatterboxes, one young one old, sitting down together. When worlds collide. The Professor had berated the nerd a few times, for raising so much when "you could be folding to the money", when the nerd popped it again from the button. The Professor insta-shoved from the small blind with AJ. The nerd snap-called with AK. Bye bye Professor, stomp, stomp, stomp.
Good times.
I squeaked into the final table, mostly by folding, but of course I had to occasionally pull the trigger and stick it in to keep up with the blinds, which I'm happy to report most of the time didn't go to show down and when it did I had my pocket pairs hold up or my overs hit.
One side note, I am always shocked at the amount of "strategy talk" that goes on in live games - in between hands of course, but still - all that jibber jabber about how to best play a hand, how this guy would have played it, what this other guy thought that other guy had. Blah, blah, blah - to the point of ridiculousness.
I suppose I shouldn't complain, all that free information floating out there - most of the talkers are genuine in their espousing poker "wisdom" and really believe we should all listen up if we want to learn.
There was one fellow at my table, a rather over weight but shortish poker "nerd" who certainly knew what he was doing (for the most part) when it came to splashing chips around, but then he would go on and on afterwards about how the hand was played, what he guessed other players had, etc. etc. Even when he wasn't in the hand. He kept asking me what I had, I eventually settled on saying Ace Jack for every hand. He believed me two times and the third time he finally got suspicious.
Then I got moved and had the honor of sitting to the left of "The Professor". This fellow is a well known character at HPC and plays in just about every tournament every day. He's friendly enough, but he made the younger guy seem positively meek by comparison when it came to talking about strategery.
The Professor, simply put, couldn't shut up about how we were all supposed to play the game. And on the rare occasion he did veer off topic, it was always to complain about how certain dealers were unlucky, ie, bad.
Probably the only thing that surprises me more than people who talk poker strategy endlessly at the table, are those who think it is legitimate to berate a dealer, not for making a mistake (like miscounting, misdealing, etc.) but rather for dealing a bad beat or a long string of lousy cards.
If I ever had any doubt that a lot of these people who espouse poker strategy at the table were idiots, the fact that most of these folks also complain about dealers because of the cards they are dealt, removes all doubt from my mind.
Newsflash, degenerate assholes: The dealer, that is the human being dealing your cards, doesn't have anything to do with the hand you get or how the board runs out. The dealer in fact doesn't give a shit. Once the cards are absentmindedly shuffled, your fate is already sealed. Stop being dumb asses and get over yourselves - just as God doesn't have anything to do with who wins the Superbowl, the dealer has zero to do with what cards you get.
And if you're chirping because you think it's funny or clever, it's not. The first 10 times it's mildly entertaining - after the 100th time in two hours, I would choke you out if I wouldn't probably go to jail for it. Then again, not many juries would convict me...
The Professor is the worst offender of this disingenuous dealer abuse. He does it with a twinkle in his eye and we're all supposed to think it's cute - but underneath the surface he betrays a bitterness all to familiar to anyone who plays this game for any length of time, let alone the 50 years or so he's probably been at the tables. Poker is brutal. Poker sucks. And these minimum wage dealers / slaves are being paid to sit there and take it. But it's all in good fun. Really.
As "friendly" as he tries to be, The Professor's anger inevitably boils over when he busts out. In one of my earliest tournaments at HPC, I announced "all in" against him. He asked how much I had, I mistakenly gave him a slightly lower chip count than what I had moved across the betting line. (Lesson learned, now I don't say anything after I shove). When his hand lost to mine, and the stacks were counted, it appeared I had him covered by a couple of hundred, instead of him covering me by several hundred as I had mistakenly announced. The fact that our chip stacks were very close, whether I had him covered or vice versa, made little difference in his decision being correct or incorrect. (Honestly, I don't remember the actual hand.) If he had lost and only had 500 or so remaining, he would have been crippled - as it was he was out, not much of a difference.
No matter. The wrinkled smile faded from his lips into a cold hard stare. "You said you had 2400. Not 2900." He was pissed. I apologized. The dealer correctly pointed out that I had said all in, and he should have asked for an official count. The Professor stomped off. Nice guy. And really knows his stuff.
Also, I'm happy to report, The Professor was busted by young nerd on Saturday when we were down to two tables. It was a beautiful thing, two chatterboxes, one young one old, sitting down together. When worlds collide. The Professor had berated the nerd a few times, for raising so much when "you could be folding to the money", when the nerd popped it again from the button. The Professor insta-shoved from the small blind with AJ. The nerd snap-called with AK. Bye bye Professor, stomp, stomp, stomp.
Good times.
Friday, July 23, 2010
Run good - post a lot. Run bad - well...
So it's been awhile since I've written here. You may hazard a guess, and you would be right, that my online results have taken a turn for the worse.
I dropped 10 buy-ins on Rush poker in the space of less than a week. It was surprisingly un-traumatic, to suddenly lose half of my online bank roll in a few days. I don't think I played too terribly, though undoubtedly the last few lost buy-ins were me on a bit of monkey tilt and trying to get unstuck.
So, I'm kind of back to square one now; with my BR under $100 for the first time in two years, I've decided to drop the Rush since I clearly can't beat it - even though when I play it it is super fun and I FEEL like I should be crushing.
I'm back to MTT's and the occasional single table SNG, a much slower and more time consuming process. I would love to repeat my success of a year and a half ago when I satellited into the Double Deuce (Full Tilt's weekly 20+2 MTT) and shipped $340 - until I do, Rush will have to wait.
My live game has been pretty good this year - I've bubbled a lot in my home game (at one point 3 months in a row) but I cashed the month before last in H.O.R.S.E. Even though I have a tiny money profit, I'm near the top of the leader board in points.
I also played in Vegas recently, see the PSP Blog, and managed to finish one of three tournaments that I played in as the chip-leader when we chopped three ways for $540 each. Good times, as I felt throughout the tournament as the best or second best player at the table during every stage.
This was the first tournament. I went back to the same place the next night, but I was late and didn't have sufficient chips to get anything going. Lesson learned, live turbo tournaments are beatable, but you have to be there at the beginning and start playing right away.
When I played at the Orleans on my last night in town, I was decidedly not the best at my table - probably somewhere in the middle of the pack. I was fairly card dead, but also misplayed the hand of my demise, when I flopped trips and min-bet, giving the flush chaser the odds to catch it on the turn. By then I was pot committed, and would have been crippled had I folded to his shove. Even though I knew I was beat, I called and prayed for the board to pair. Exit me. Next time - stick it in and be happy with the medium sized profit.
Overall, I feel I'm better than I've ever been - and constantly getting better; my results with Rush have been dispiriting, but
I feel I'm with the majority of players who partake in this crack-cocaine version of the game. It's a tough nut to crack when variance is so high.
I'm very much looking forward to some live poker this weekend at Hollywood Park, the wife and kid are going to a pool party. I know if I play tight and get lucky I can bring home some cash. The play from locals in Southern California I've found is much tougher than the tourists in Vegas. It's definitely good for me to mix it up in Inglewood, even though I'm fairly close to dead money.
I dropped 10 buy-ins on Rush poker in the space of less than a week. It was surprisingly un-traumatic, to suddenly lose half of my online bank roll in a few days. I don't think I played too terribly, though undoubtedly the last few lost buy-ins were me on a bit of monkey tilt and trying to get unstuck.
So, I'm kind of back to square one now; with my BR under $100 for the first time in two years, I've decided to drop the Rush since I clearly can't beat it - even though when I play it it is super fun and I FEEL like I should be crushing.
I'm back to MTT's and the occasional single table SNG, a much slower and more time consuming process. I would love to repeat my success of a year and a half ago when I satellited into the Double Deuce (Full Tilt's weekly 20+2 MTT) and shipped $340 - until I do, Rush will have to wait.
My live game has been pretty good this year - I've bubbled a lot in my home game (at one point 3 months in a row) but I cashed the month before last in H.O.R.S.E. Even though I have a tiny money profit, I'm near the top of the leader board in points.
I also played in Vegas recently, see the PSP Blog, and managed to finish one of three tournaments that I played in as the chip-leader when we chopped three ways for $540 each. Good times, as I felt throughout the tournament as the best or second best player at the table during every stage.
This was the first tournament. I went back to the same place the next night, but I was late and didn't have sufficient chips to get anything going. Lesson learned, live turbo tournaments are beatable, but you have to be there at the beginning and start playing right away.
When I played at the Orleans on my last night in town, I was decidedly not the best at my table - probably somewhere in the middle of the pack. I was fairly card dead, but also misplayed the hand of my demise, when I flopped trips and min-bet, giving the flush chaser the odds to catch it on the turn. By then I was pot committed, and would have been crippled had I folded to his shove. Even though I knew I was beat, I called and prayed for the board to pair. Exit me. Next time - stick it in and be happy with the medium sized profit.
Overall, I feel I'm better than I've ever been - and constantly getting better; my results with Rush have been dispiriting, but
I feel I'm with the majority of players who partake in this crack-cocaine version of the game. It's a tough nut to crack when variance is so high.
I'm very much looking forward to some live poker this weekend at Hollywood Park, the wife and kid are going to a pool party. I know if I play tight and get lucky I can bring home some cash. The play from locals in Southern California I've found is much tougher than the tourists in Vegas. It's definitely good for me to mix it up in Inglewood, even though I'm fairly close to dead money.
Monday, April 26, 2010
The LAST Bad Beat. (I promise).
I detest bad beat stories.
So much so, that I wish there weren't any in this here blog at all - though sadly, if I look back, there are more than a few too many.
Nobody wants to hear how I got coolered, no one wants to read how I did everything right and was punished for it. We've all been there and then some.
So much so that the word "standard" has become a catch-all phrase meaning - "Your hand and situation are NOT unique. Your impossibly horrific one outer on the river has happened millions of times to millions of players before and will continue happening for a millennia to come. You are nothing special. Please go away."
That said - I do believe that everyone is entitled to one poker sob story in their lifetime. I'm going to tell mine, but I promise that from here on out, you won't here any more.
If I could tell only one epically tragic tale of my poker career in micro-stakes, this would be it.
Yesterday I played in the Daily Dollar Rebuy. 8000 entries, a prize pool of over 10K. First place approached 4K.
I have gone "deep" in this one before, cashing for a few dollars in the top 200 and top 100 on more than several occasions.
Yesterday, I went super deep - busting out in 48th place for $26. But I could have done so much more.
I had a big healthy stack of nearly 150 BB in the cutoff. UTG+1 lead out for a standard slightly less than x3 BB. My rudimentary HUD (Head's Up Display) told me that he had voluntarily put money into the pot on nearly 60% of over 100 hands. At this table and in this tournament, he was a maniac who had often got it in way behind, but had sucked out enough to have a healthy stack.
I had kings. I shoved. He insta-called with pocket 7's. He barely had me covered. I was ecstatic at this chance to double up to a prohibitive chip lead over most of the field.
The flop came out harmless rags, with two clubs. I had a club, he had none. The turn was another club.
Understand; now he was down to a single out - the seven of diamonds. A seven of clubs would give me a higher flush.
No need to finish this story.
It really sucked, because, as I said, I would be a monster chip leader, in the top five of 48 players remaining. And have enough chips, to basically cruise to the final table, where the bottom spots started at $100 and jumped dramatically every few spots - culminating in four 1K+ payouts!
I had a real shot at real money - and I was one-outered. Sucks.
But it is what it is, simply results.
Before the final card hit, he had less than a 2% chance.
The chat box lit up with sympathy for me after the brutal one-outer. I have, for a long time now, become a mute in the chat box, but it was nice to see the kind words.
So what did I do? Ponied up another buck and registered for the already running Daily Dollar Freeze Out.
I cashed in this one too - but only for $2.50. It still felt good.
So much so, that I wish there weren't any in this here blog at all - though sadly, if I look back, there are more than a few too many.
Nobody wants to hear how I got coolered, no one wants to read how I did everything right and was punished for it. We've all been there and then some.
So much so that the word "standard" has become a catch-all phrase meaning - "Your hand and situation are NOT unique. Your impossibly horrific one outer on the river has happened millions of times to millions of players before and will continue happening for a millennia to come. You are nothing special. Please go away."
That said - I do believe that everyone is entitled to one poker sob story in their lifetime. I'm going to tell mine, but I promise that from here on out, you won't here any more.
If I could tell only one epically tragic tale of my poker career in micro-stakes, this would be it.
Yesterday I played in the Daily Dollar Rebuy. 8000 entries, a prize pool of over 10K. First place approached 4K.
I have gone "deep" in this one before, cashing for a few dollars in the top 200 and top 100 on more than several occasions.
Yesterday, I went super deep - busting out in 48th place for $26. But I could have done so much more.
I had a big healthy stack of nearly 150 BB in the cutoff. UTG+1 lead out for a standard slightly less than x3 BB. My rudimentary HUD (Head's Up Display) told me that he had voluntarily put money into the pot on nearly 60% of over 100 hands. At this table and in this tournament, he was a maniac who had often got it in way behind, but had sucked out enough to have a healthy stack.
I had kings. I shoved. He insta-called with pocket 7's. He barely had me covered. I was ecstatic at this chance to double up to a prohibitive chip lead over most of the field.
The flop came out harmless rags, with two clubs. I had a club, he had none. The turn was another club.
Understand; now he was down to a single out - the seven of diamonds. A seven of clubs would give me a higher flush.
No need to finish this story.
It really sucked, because, as I said, I would be a monster chip leader, in the top five of 48 players remaining. And have enough chips, to basically cruise to the final table, where the bottom spots started at $100 and jumped dramatically every few spots - culminating in four 1K+ payouts!
I had a real shot at real money - and I was one-outered. Sucks.
But it is what it is, simply results.
Before the final card hit, he had less than a 2% chance.
The chat box lit up with sympathy for me after the brutal one-outer. I have, for a long time now, become a mute in the chat box, but it was nice to see the kind words.
So what did I do? Ponied up another buck and registered for the already running Daily Dollar Freeze Out.
I cashed in this one too - but only for $2.50. It still felt good.
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