I made a very brief stop in the 1/2 NL game at Turning Stone on Monday night. Much briefer than I would have hoped, because I played like garbage. To be expected I suppose, but a series of bad decisions that shouldn't have been made regardless of the amount of "rust" on my game are what had (and still have) me upset.
Tina and I both bought in for $200, and while she ended up breaking even after a long session, my chips were gone practically before my seat was warm. I folded a bunch of times after calling an initial small raise ahead of me (stupid; love your cards or hate them, don't be lukewarm), and I lost a big chunk trying to push a guy out of a pot holding 4/4 when the flop came 5/6/8 and he re-raised my initial raise of 40. I folded that, which was probably good, but my issue is I never should have been in the hand to begin with.
The final hand of the night saw me shove my last 60 holding A/Q after a 10/rag/10 flop, get called, and see the woman have a ten in her hand. What irked me a bit was that she said "I'm sure you have me" as she called, and then flip A/10. In what world does she think she's beat holding trips and an ace kicker? Dumbass statement.
I got out of there after that (gracefully as possible, even saying "nice hand"), walked around for a while, and eventually went back to the room. I was DONE at that point. Only now, over 24 hours later, am I even entertaining the idea of playing poker again, in any form, ever.
It's too bad my night went so poorly on the felt, because the game around me was pretty entertaining up to that point. There were a ton of huge pots, most featuring the two older guys on to the right of the dealer. One of them lost a pot for over 300, had to re-buy for another 200, and lost all of that a few hands later. Didn't stop him from re-buying once again.
My only saving grace in my poor play was that Tina and I didn't make it known we were together when we sat down, and therefore she wasn't embarrassed in front of the rest of the table by my actions. Small victory, but an important one.
Race to 10K: 0.75 cash game hours, 18.25 total cash game hours, 272 total hours
(Note: I'm continuing to keep track of this because it will be interesting to see where it ends up by the time I die. I don't even have a prediction, and honestly even if I got to 10,000 hours I still don't feel like I'd be anything close to an expert.)
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Tuesday, January 21, 2014
A Brief Stop in the Cash Game
I very nearly didn't play any poker on our National Cuffedaddy Day trip to Turning Stone, but I decided that if I didn't, I would regret it as soon as we left. So, I made it a point to find a seat in the nearly-empty room a little after 1215 AM. Tina came with, and we sat down at two empty seats at table 12, on either side of the dealer.
Our stay didn't last long; sadly Tina's was even less than mine when she was felted holding A/K hearts and top pair top kicker, but her opponent held K/K for trips. I ended up playing for an hour and a half, ending just before 2 AM.
What went right: I had the opportunity to set my table image right off the bat, as a run of crappy cards led me to fold my first 10 or so hands - sometimes with no raise in front of me. That meant that when I did lead out, I got a lot of folds, and my continuation bets led me to take down a few pots after the flop on straight bluffs. Sadly, those pots were small.
I did have aces once, and given my established tight reputation, I checked pre-flop as to not scare anyone off. The flop was garbage (no card higher than 10), and sadly my $5 raise scared off the remaining two players in the hand, leading me to take down a pot worth about $4. I know I always say a small pot is better than no pot, but that pissed me off a little.
I did end up taking a lot of small pots, but...
What went wrong: ...the couple I lost were big enough to even it out. Neither went to a show down; both times I folded following a post-flop bet when there was at least one caller in front of me and I had either missed the flop completely, or was drawing very thin. Really, I didn't play any of the hands badly. The only one I would have played differently was a pre-flop call of $15 holding A/9 suited and a post-flop call of $10 more when I hit middle pair. Overall, I would give my play a grade of B+.
The biggest thing that went wrong though, was that I couldn't convince Matt to play, even though he admittedly had the bankroll.
The table dynamic/people: Things were interesting, and not in a good way at the end. A couple of the guys were pretty chatty and were obviously regulars. I got my two cents in (and established as part of my table image that I had more than a clue about the game) when they were talking about multi-tabling online games, something I have done briefly. The complete rundown, listed by seat number:
Only a couple minutes later, two security guards arrived, and Seat 2's friend exclaimed quite giddily, "Oh, here they are! Here we go!" After a couple beats, he made what may have been an obvious statement: "He's not going to go quietly!"
And he didn't - upon being told to leave, the guy started screaming, though he left without too much of a fight. As he passed our table, he yelled (if I remember correctly, though I know it was something to this effect), "these people need to stop being such fucking pussies!"
Of course, Seat 2 and his friend started laughing, and I couldn't help it either.
Sadly, the next player to leave our table was Tina, who promptly borrowed some cash from me to head back to the slots. She was replaced by a young kid who ended up being pretty cool, and soon after another middle aged man, obviously a regular, filled Seat 9.
Seat 4 left around that time, which was good for me - she was fairly aggressive pre-flop and rarely lost when she got to showdown, which told me that more than playing her position well, she was running very well too. I was not sad to see her go.
Tina and Matt returned from the floor around 1:30, at which point I said I was going to play about 15 more minutes and call it a night. A couple hands later I was re-thinking that strategy, having a good handle on the table with the departure of Seat 5, but the arrival of a new player in Seat 2 changed my mind.
This guy was, without question, the biggest d-bag I have ever met at a poker table, probably in a casino overall, and maybe even in my life. To start, he rolled up to the table with a huge stack of chips, mostly greens, and plopped them down. He then asked if this was no-limit, bitched upon learning it was only 1-2, bitched again that he could only keep $200 of his chips on the table to start, and declared "they kicked me out over there because I was raising too much".
Great. It was also about this time I noticed his stench, a triple play of BO, booze (he was beyond wasted, as was his friend, hanging out behind him), and chewing tobacco spit, which he kept, of course, in a cup on the table.
It took this idiot about 10 minutes and half a dozen reminders from the dealer before he was able to successfully navigate the required amount of chips into his pocket and could play a hand. And of course, he raises big pre-flop. Seat 7, who had taken out Tina and had a huge stack thanks to that hand and one other, wasn't having any of his shit, and called.
It played out perfectly - D-Bag raised post-flop, seat 7 re-raised. D-Bag puts on a show, saying, "I know he doesn't have it, because you would call if you did. There's no way some idiot sitting there in a Zoo York shirt has it."
Fuck. Now I know this guy is an idiot. I'm shaking my head and decided right then that after the next hand, I'm gone. Not only am I at my time limit, I'm not going to sit here and watch a a dick-waving contest.
So Seat 7 says, "Call me, if I don't have it. Come on."
Now it's getting good. D-Bag fiddles around with his chips, mumbles something I didn't catch, and Seat 7 prods him "Come on man, you know I don't have it. Call me."
"No fucking way he has it," D-Bag says. "50 on top he doesn't show." He mucks his cards.
To my utter delight, Seat 7 shows, and he did have top pair/top kicker. Internally, I laugh my ass off.
"Come on, 50 on top," Seat 7 says, twisting the knife. "You said 50 on top if I showed."
"No, I didn't say that," D-Bag says (of course).
"I'm pretty sure this entire table heard you say that," Seat 7 fires back. As he reaches for his cards for the next hand, he's shaking, but good for him - put this fucker in his place.
Action came to me and I folded my K/6 hearts (frankly I wasn't going to stay with anything other than aces or kings), and announce "that's enough for me". As I grabbed my chips I made eye contact with Seat 7 and gave him a slight nod - well done, man.
Hand of the night: That last hand between D-Bag and Seat 7 is obviously the winner, but as for hands I was involved in, there was one that came down to me, Tina, and Paula Deen post-flop. Tina was first to act and bet 15. I was next, and as I reached down for chips, I noticed PD had her hands on her cards in a way that would allow her to muck with just a flick of the wrist.
Was she really going to fold, or was it a ploy to make me think that? I paused, debated for a couple seconds, and mucked. Her cards were in the middle a split-second after mine, and Tina took down a decent sized pot.
Not too exciting, but I was happy with the way I noticed PD's body language, and played it appropriately.
Results recap: 1.5 live hours, 17.5 total live cash hours, 250.5 total overall hours
Cash: down $7 total not including $6 in dealer tips. Added $8 to bankroll upon arriving home to bring it up to $135 total, resulting in a net loss of $5
Our stay didn't last long; sadly Tina's was even less than mine when she was felted holding A/K hearts and top pair top kicker, but her opponent held K/K for trips. I ended up playing for an hour and a half, ending just before 2 AM.
What went right: I had the opportunity to set my table image right off the bat, as a run of crappy cards led me to fold my first 10 or so hands - sometimes with no raise in front of me. That meant that when I did lead out, I got a lot of folds, and my continuation bets led me to take down a few pots after the flop on straight bluffs. Sadly, those pots were small.
I did have aces once, and given my established tight reputation, I checked pre-flop as to not scare anyone off. The flop was garbage (no card higher than 10), and sadly my $5 raise scared off the remaining two players in the hand, leading me to take down a pot worth about $4. I know I always say a small pot is better than no pot, but that pissed me off a little.
I did end up taking a lot of small pots, but...
What went wrong: ...the couple I lost were big enough to even it out. Neither went to a show down; both times I folded following a post-flop bet when there was at least one caller in front of me and I had either missed the flop completely, or was drawing very thin. Really, I didn't play any of the hands badly. The only one I would have played differently was a pre-flop call of $15 holding A/9 suited and a post-flop call of $10 more when I hit middle pair. Overall, I would give my play a grade of B+.
The biggest thing that went wrong though, was that I couldn't convince Matt to play, even though he admittedly had the bankroll.
The table dynamic/people: Things were interesting, and not in a good way at the end. A couple of the guys were pretty chatty and were obviously regulars. I got my two cents in (and established as part of my table image that I had more than a clue about the game) when they were talking about multi-tabling online games, something I have done briefly. The complete rundown, listed by seat number:
- Me
- Regular player, chunky Middle Eastern guy
- Woman who may have been a regular and wasn't there long; got felted and was on tilt at a reasonably bad beat
- Paula Deen lookalike who was on a huge heater when I got there and had chips to match; probably a regular
- Regular player, also chunky, Packers sweatshirt, very nasal accent. I think I heard him say he was originally from Jersey. I talked the most with this guy
- Empty
- Younger kid (late 20's), maybe a regular, knew what he was doing but also may have been relatively new to the live game based on his physical actions (namely, his hand shaking when he moved chips or folded)
- VERY quiet middle-aged guy, had a decent chip stack but his face was a blank slate. Kind of resembled a depressed, unkempt version of Ty Burrell
- Empty
- Tina
Only a couple minutes later, two security guards arrived, and Seat 2's friend exclaimed quite giddily, "Oh, here they are! Here we go!" After a couple beats, he made what may have been an obvious statement: "He's not going to go quietly!"
And he didn't - upon being told to leave, the guy started screaming, though he left without too much of a fight. As he passed our table, he yelled (if I remember correctly, though I know it was something to this effect), "these people need to stop being such fucking pussies!"
Of course, Seat 2 and his friend started laughing, and I couldn't help it either.
Sadly, the next player to leave our table was Tina, who promptly borrowed some cash from me to head back to the slots. She was replaced by a young kid who ended up being pretty cool, and soon after another middle aged man, obviously a regular, filled Seat 9.
Seat 4 left around that time, which was good for me - she was fairly aggressive pre-flop and rarely lost when she got to showdown, which told me that more than playing her position well, she was running very well too. I was not sad to see her go.
Tina and Matt returned from the floor around 1:30, at which point I said I was going to play about 15 more minutes and call it a night. A couple hands later I was re-thinking that strategy, having a good handle on the table with the departure of Seat 5, but the arrival of a new player in Seat 2 changed my mind.
This guy was, without question, the biggest d-bag I have ever met at a poker table, probably in a casino overall, and maybe even in my life. To start, he rolled up to the table with a huge stack of chips, mostly greens, and plopped them down. He then asked if this was no-limit, bitched upon learning it was only 1-2, bitched again that he could only keep $200 of his chips on the table to start, and declared "they kicked me out over there because I was raising too much".
Great. It was also about this time I noticed his stench, a triple play of BO, booze (he was beyond wasted, as was his friend, hanging out behind him), and chewing tobacco spit, which he kept, of course, in a cup on the table.
It took this idiot about 10 minutes and half a dozen reminders from the dealer before he was able to successfully navigate the required amount of chips into his pocket and could play a hand. And of course, he raises big pre-flop. Seat 7, who had taken out Tina and had a huge stack thanks to that hand and one other, wasn't having any of his shit, and called.
It played out perfectly - D-Bag raised post-flop, seat 7 re-raised. D-Bag puts on a show, saying, "I know he doesn't have it, because you would call if you did. There's no way some idiot sitting there in a Zoo York shirt has it."
Fuck. Now I know this guy is an idiot. I'm shaking my head and decided right then that after the next hand, I'm gone. Not only am I at my time limit, I'm not going to sit here and watch a a dick-waving contest.
So Seat 7 says, "Call me, if I don't have it. Come on."
Now it's getting good. D-Bag fiddles around with his chips, mumbles something I didn't catch, and Seat 7 prods him "Come on man, you know I don't have it. Call me."
"No fucking way he has it," D-Bag says. "50 on top he doesn't show." He mucks his cards.
To my utter delight, Seat 7 shows, and he did have top pair/top kicker. Internally, I laugh my ass off.
"Come on, 50 on top," Seat 7 says, twisting the knife. "You said 50 on top if I showed."
"No, I didn't say that," D-Bag says (of course).
"I'm pretty sure this entire table heard you say that," Seat 7 fires back. As he reaches for his cards for the next hand, he's shaking, but good for him - put this fucker in his place.
Action came to me and I folded my K/6 hearts (frankly I wasn't going to stay with anything other than aces or kings), and announce "that's enough for me". As I grabbed my chips I made eye contact with Seat 7 and gave him a slight nod - well done, man.
Hand of the night: That last hand between D-Bag and Seat 7 is obviously the winner, but as for hands I was involved in, there was one that came down to me, Tina, and Paula Deen post-flop. Tina was first to act and bet 15. I was next, and as I reached down for chips, I noticed PD had her hands on her cards in a way that would allow her to muck with just a flick of the wrist.
Was she really going to fold, or was it a ploy to make me think that? I paused, debated for a couple seconds, and mucked. Her cards were in the middle a split-second after mine, and Tina took down a decent sized pot.
Not too exciting, but I was happy with the way I noticed PD's body language, and played it appropriately.
Results recap: 1.5 live hours, 17.5 total live cash hours, 250.5 total overall hours
Cash: down $7 total not including $6 in dealer tips. Added $8 to bankroll upon arriving home to bring it up to $135 total, resulting in a net loss of $5
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