You called my all in with WHAT?!!?
Since the Diabolical Mr. Kim thinks the winner of our monthly poker contest should post a blog about the session, I figured I would humor him regarding this matter.
Click here for a rundown of who was there and his ramblings (and the rules).
Poker is a fickle game, its part skill, part luck, and part out thinking the Sofa Kings sitting at the table. While I am not claiming to be the worlds greatest player( if I was I certainly wouldn't be doing what I do for a living). I understand the game and I come to play every month. Generally I make it late into the night and in the running for the money, but it has been over a year since I took down the pot.
With that being said, the last 4 months have been a cold day in hell. Simply because I've been catching a cold wave of cards that would make Hillary Clinton look like Mrs. Claus. 7-2, 3-7, 8-4, 2-8. Not even suited at all. It was so bad I wanted to bring a wanted poster of a face card just so I remember what they looked like.
The other thorn in my side has been even when I did get a decent hand (rarely) someone would stay in with a weaker hand and inevitably catch the cards they need to take me down. *cough* Ken *cough*
Finally, though this month I was able to shake off the frigid cards and actually get some playable hands and low an behold they held up.
First I started the evening strong with a pair of pocket aces. Which I meekly raised pre flop, gathered some action. The flop was a wide array of rainbow garbage, so with it still early I figured screw it, and bet the pot. Action follow with Won and Ken (I believe). Turn was no help to any one so again I hammered the pot. Only Won called. River, nothing. I think you can tell what I did next. Won called thinking I was bluffing hard and would hate himself in the morning if he didn't. Poor bastard had a pair of 9s and I took down a decent pot rather early.
It never hurts to have more chips then you started with early in the night.
Now I would like to point out that at the end of the night Won mentioned that I don't bluff much anymore. Oh contraire, I do bluff and in fact I had three hands I bluffed on during the course of the night. Everyone folded on those and I never showed my cards (Hell I don't show them if I do have it). However while that fact is untrue, I will state for the record that I more or less have picked my bluffs a little more carefully then I did before. Partly because some players never have bluffed, those that are calling your shit have never not had it, or those players that have shit and call it only to suck it out on the river. Far too often for my taste to play that game with them anymore.
My poker motto has become "Choose Wisely."
(Bonus point to who can name what movie I get that from.)
After that it was kinda slow, give a little take a little. I lost on a couple of good hands, but I comfort myself that I had lost to a good hand that was in place by the turn. No bad beats. Overall my chip stack is down, but I still have enough to make some noise if I can catch the cards right.
After being down I get a nice boost taking Ken with Js - 7s to his Js and lower pair.
Won takes another chunk out of Ken, then Dave busts him out catching a boat on the river. For once the lucky bastard isn't catching the cards he needs.
Then comes the key hand of the night. Sitting on A-2 suited, I call the big blind, @ $200 (which Won was sitting on) just to see the flop. SWEET MOTHER OF PEARL!!! The flop is 2-3-2. I have trip 2s and an Ace kicker. I'm thinking Won isn't going to see this coming. The only other hand I would have sat in on is a pair of 2s do to what I am about to. Betting is to me, I check. Won thinking I got nothing, bets 4k trying to scare me off. Thinking he is twisting my nipples I surprise him by coming back over the top and raising all in. Now Won has a higher chip count at this point, but I am sitting on about 15k. If he calls and loses he would still be in, but seriously down in chips, I would take about 90%. That or he busts my ass out. Personally I'm thinking he is going to walk away (hell I've seen him fold a King high straight). But no! He actually sacks up and calls me.
You could see the expression on is face like he was just kicked in the jimmy when he saw my A-2. I think he had a pair of 10s or Js, No help on the Turn and nothing on the River. I have just cut one of Won's legs out from underneath him and I have a large advantage in chip count.
I then watch Clint, Dave, Frenchy and Won (Who is hanging on at this point) duke it out while I don't see much in the way of hands. Clint takes down Frenchy and Won takes a big bite out of Dave and Clint each to stay alive. I then grind down Dave on a few hands, and get him all in while I sit on two pair (on the flop) to his one.
Blinds go around a few times when with Clint stealing a hand to get himself back in the game and takes some chips off of Won.
A few more blinds change hands when clint puts me all in preflop. I'm sitting on 6-7c and figure why not. I don't think he has that strong of a hand and he shows a pair of 10s. Flop is 6, J, 7. Two pair and Clint gets no help on the turn and river.
Now the canuck is bitching like a little school girl that his 10s didn't hold up, but hell in April he and I were heads up and twice he had chip count on me. I ground him down twice to get him all in with A - 9, A - 10. Both times preflop I had the better hand only to watch him suck out the exact cards he needed to beat me. Take it like a man, can't get it your way every time. Trust me.
This leaves me and the diabolical Mr. Kim heads up. Now it was the next hand or two he goes all in trying to steal the blind. Problem is he has a crappy 8 - 6 unsuited, and I have a small pair, so I call. Won gets no help and I take him down to win the night.
Now I should point out at the end of the night I was getting a little cocky, to those that it bothered, too bad. It was nice to finally get a break and have some playable hands through the night and have a chance to win. That is all I really ask for, to be in the mix late, and getting cards decent enought to bet with from time to time. That and good hands were actually holding up and not getting beat by a suck out on the river. It's been a long time and I wanted to enjoy the moment. Life sucks get a fucking helmet. :D
Click here for a rundown of who was there and his ramblings (and the rules).
Poker is a fickle game, its part skill, part luck, and part out thinking the Sofa Kings sitting at the table. While I am not claiming to be the worlds greatest player( if I was I certainly wouldn't be doing what I do for a living). I understand the game and I come to play every month. Generally I make it late into the night and in the running for the money, but it has been over a year since I took down the pot.
With that being said, the last 4 months have been a cold day in hell. Simply because I've been catching a cold wave of cards that would make Hillary Clinton look like Mrs. Claus. 7-2, 3-7, 8-4, 2-8. Not even suited at all. It was so bad I wanted to bring a wanted poster of a face card just so I remember what they looked like.
The other thorn in my side has been even when I did get a decent hand (rarely) someone would stay in with a weaker hand and inevitably catch the cards they need to take me down. *cough* Ken *cough*
Finally, though this month I was able to shake off the frigid cards and actually get some playable hands and low an behold they held up.
First I started the evening strong with a pair of pocket aces. Which I meekly raised pre flop, gathered some action. The flop was a wide array of rainbow garbage, so with it still early I figured screw it, and bet the pot. Action follow with Won and Ken (I believe). Turn was no help to any one so again I hammered the pot. Only Won called. River, nothing. I think you can tell what I did next. Won called thinking I was bluffing hard and would hate himself in the morning if he didn't. Poor bastard had a pair of 9s and I took down a decent pot rather early.
It never hurts to have more chips then you started with early in the night.
Now I would like to point out that at the end of the night Won mentioned that I don't bluff much anymore. Oh contraire, I do bluff and in fact I had three hands I bluffed on during the course of the night. Everyone folded on those and I never showed my cards (Hell I don't show them if I do have it). However while that fact is untrue, I will state for the record that I more or less have picked my bluffs a little more carefully then I did before. Partly because some players never have bluffed, those that are calling your shit have never not had it, or those players that have shit and call it only to suck it out on the river. Far too often for my taste to play that game with them anymore.
My poker motto has become "Choose Wisely."
(Bonus point to who can name what movie I get that from.)
After that it was kinda slow, give a little take a little. I lost on a couple of good hands, but I comfort myself that I had lost to a good hand that was in place by the turn. No bad beats. Overall my chip stack is down, but I still have enough to make some noise if I can catch the cards right.
After being down I get a nice boost taking Ken with Js - 7s to his Js and lower pair.
Won takes another chunk out of Ken, then Dave busts him out catching a boat on the river. For once the lucky bastard isn't catching the cards he needs.
Then comes the key hand of the night. Sitting on A-2 suited, I call the big blind, @ $200 (which Won was sitting on) just to see the flop. SWEET MOTHER OF PEARL!!! The flop is 2-3-2. I have trip 2s and an Ace kicker. I'm thinking Won isn't going to see this coming. The only other hand I would have sat in on is a pair of 2s do to what I am about to. Betting is to me, I check. Won thinking I got nothing, bets 4k trying to scare me off. Thinking he is twisting my nipples I surprise him by coming back over the top and raising all in. Now Won has a higher chip count at this point, but I am sitting on about 15k. If he calls and loses he would still be in, but seriously down in chips, I would take about 90%. That or he busts my ass out. Personally I'm thinking he is going to walk away (hell I've seen him fold a King high straight). But no! He actually sacks up and calls me.
You could see the expression on is face like he was just kicked in the jimmy when he saw my A-2. I think he had a pair of 10s or Js, No help on the Turn and nothing on the River. I have just cut one of Won's legs out from underneath him and I have a large advantage in chip count.
I then watch Clint, Dave, Frenchy and Won (Who is hanging on at this point) duke it out while I don't see much in the way of hands. Clint takes down Frenchy and Won takes a big bite out of Dave and Clint each to stay alive. I then grind down Dave on a few hands, and get him all in while I sit on two pair (on the flop) to his one.
Blinds go around a few times when with Clint stealing a hand to get himself back in the game and takes some chips off of Won.
A few more blinds change hands when clint puts me all in preflop. I'm sitting on 6-7c and figure why not. I don't think he has that strong of a hand and he shows a pair of 10s. Flop is 6, J, 7. Two pair and Clint gets no help on the turn and river.
Now the canuck is bitching like a little school girl that his 10s didn't hold up, but hell in April he and I were heads up and twice he had chip count on me. I ground him down twice to get him all in with A - 9, A - 10. Both times preflop I had the better hand only to watch him suck out the exact cards he needed to beat me. Take it like a man, can't get it your way every time. Trust me.
This leaves me and the diabolical Mr. Kim heads up. Now it was the next hand or two he goes all in trying to steal the blind. Problem is he has a crappy 8 - 6 unsuited, and I have a small pair, so I call. Won gets no help and I take him down to win the night.
Now I should point out at the end of the night I was getting a little cocky, to those that it bothered, too bad. It was nice to finally get a break and have some playable hands through the night and have a chance to win. That is all I really ask for, to be in the mix late, and getting cards decent enought to bet with from time to time. That and good hands were actually holding up and not getting beat by a suck out on the river. It's been a long time and I wanted to enjoy the moment. Life sucks get a fucking helmet. :D
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