Winning Weekend
I hit a one-outer on the poor guy. On the river. He had me dead to rights, and I put a terrible beat on him.
I'm not proud of it. I wasn't even particularly happy about it at the time, knowing that I was a 98% dog.
But then he gave me the finger. Flipped me the bird. And for good measure, told me to "Go fuck myself". I enjoyed scooping that pot.
Welcome to Saturday night at the Tropicana Poker Room.
Dave and I headed down to Atlantic City after I got out of work Saturday night. We sat down at the same 1/2NL table. Dave's only been playing for about 6 months or so, and I noticed vast improvements in his game this weekend at the table. He ended the night about $20 down, taking a brutal beat when his opponent rivered a gutshot straight in a large pot that resulted in a $200 swing. But he played solidly and aggressively all night, whereas just a few weeks ago when we went down he was the definition of a calling station. I'm enjoying having a "poker buddy", someone ready to hit the casino with me at a moments notice. Someone to bounce ideas off of, talk strategy, and share a bad beat story or two. Most of my other friends that play poker either live far away and always seem to be traveling (*ahem* Jimmy- lol), or have already started their family, and random, spur of the moment AC trips are out of the question. Plus Dave and I work together, we both have similarly odd schedules, so it makes it easy to plan a casino run. Not to mention that our poker exploits seem to make the gossip rounds at work. For the past two weeks, I've been going by the nickname "quads" at the warehouse (See previous post for the story). Which also segues nicely into the hand which earned me the finger.......
So we've been sitting at the table for about an hour or so, and I get dealt pocket 2's. I've been partial to playing deuces for the last couple of months, dating back to my friend Chuck's tourney where I folded pocket 2's preflop at the final table, and would have ended up flopping quads. So I call $10 preflop with the 2's, and three of us see the flop of A 6 2. Action is to me, and I throw out $15 as there is a flush draw on the board. One player folds, and the "Bird"man reraises me. He has $100 or so in front of him, so I try to put him to the test and I put him all in. It wasn't much of a test, in retrospect, because as soon as he insta-called me, I knew he had pocket Aces. He flips over the rockets, stands up, claps, and high fives his buddy. Turn is no help, and then here comes my one outer on the river..... the case 2. Quads again! (Have I mentioned how much I love the Trop???) He slams his fists down on the table as the dealer pushes the pot my way, as I mumble "Sorry about that man..... tough beat". I probably shoulda kept my mouth shut and not said anything, but I sucked out on him pretty bad and was genuinely sorry that it went down like that. That's when he gave me the finger and shouted across the table, "Go fuck yourself, you fucking Donk". Well then I couldn't help myself, I just started laughing my ass off, and that didn't sit too well with him.
HIM: Oh, you think it's funny that you play shit like that and get lucky?
ME: No, I think it's funny that you are acting like an ass
HIM: Well you're not going to be laughing when I am waiting for you outside this poker room and I kick your ass
DEALER: Floor!!!!
His buddy got him out of there pretty fast after that.
I don't think that I made a horrible play on that hand, necessarily. Of course, if I put him on aces I get out of his way, so feel free to fault my ability to read the opponent, but holding a set I am gonna put my money in the middle and take my chances. But honestly, who flips somebody the finger at a poker table? What is this world coming to? And not that it really matters to me one way or the other, because I'm certainly not personally offended by a little foul language and a finger gesture, but I was surprised the dealer let it go as far as it did before calling for the floor. I guess it takes threatening statements to get management involved in Atlantic City. But on the bright side, Dave and I headed back to Philly @ sunrise, and I had this jerk's $$ in my pocket- I finished up $280 for the evening. Not to mention that I just cemented my new nickname at work..... "Quads"
Online, my bankroll has been taking huge hits for the last week or so. I have a bad habit of playing too many large buy in Multi-Table Tourney's, and that will dwindle a modest bankroll pretty fast. Of course it all can't be attributed to playing these MTT's. I hit a bad run of cards, and I tilted something awful last week. Then I broke the cardinal rule of bankroll management...... I moved UP in limits, trying to get it all back. And I don't really have to tell you how that went. Yeah, I basically went broke. A month ago I had almost $2500 in my Bodog account. Yesterday I had less than $100. I coulda bought some nice shit with that. I could have booked my trip to Vegoose with that $$. I could have put some money into my car, or even used it as part of a down payment for a new ride. I could have done a lot of things with that 2 grand. But I tilted it away. I know that even at 1/2 I was playing above my bankroll, and I was playing with fire. Moving up to try to get it back wasn't too bright on my part either. So what do I do today? I go against my better judgement, and deposit $200 into my account so I can sit down at a couple of large buy in MTT's. I played the 100K guaranteed ($100+9 entrance fee) which I finished middle of the pack. Up until the first break I was well above the average stack, then shortly thereafter I was crippled when my straight ran into a rivered flush. I then entered a $50+5 MTT. 106 entrants, 18 make the money. I was shortstacked almost the entire time, at one point down to T$1200 with the blinds @ 300/600 (that was after I doubled up another small stack, before you go wondering what I was doing waiting so long to make a move) It seemed that every time things got really desperate, I looked down to find KK- I must have had kings 5 times over the course of the tournament. I battle my way into the money, make it to the final table still shortstacked, and steal my share of blinds to stay afloat until we get 5 handed. I catch KK again in the big blind, with an all in and a caller in front of me, and triple up at just the right time. Eventually I am heads up against a player who has me outchipped 4-1, and I take my chances with A7 when he wakes up with JJ, and I don't improve. I collect $1060 for my efforts, and I am on my way to building my bankroll back to a respectable level. Now if I could only find a good book on money management.
I'm not proud of it. I wasn't even particularly happy about it at the time, knowing that I was a 98% dog.
But then he gave me the finger. Flipped me the bird. And for good measure, told me to "Go fuck myself". I enjoyed scooping that pot.
Welcome to Saturday night at the Tropicana Poker Room.
Dave and I headed down to Atlantic City after I got out of work Saturday night. We sat down at the same 1/2NL table. Dave's only been playing for about 6 months or so, and I noticed vast improvements in his game this weekend at the table. He ended the night about $20 down, taking a brutal beat when his opponent rivered a gutshot straight in a large pot that resulted in a $200 swing. But he played solidly and aggressively all night, whereas just a few weeks ago when we went down he was the definition of a calling station. I'm enjoying having a "poker buddy", someone ready to hit the casino with me at a moments notice. Someone to bounce ideas off of, talk strategy, and share a bad beat story or two. Most of my other friends that play poker either live far away and always seem to be traveling (*ahem* Jimmy- lol), or have already started their family, and random, spur of the moment AC trips are out of the question. Plus Dave and I work together, we both have similarly odd schedules, so it makes it easy to plan a casino run. Not to mention that our poker exploits seem to make the gossip rounds at work. For the past two weeks, I've been going by the nickname "quads" at the warehouse (See previous post for the story). Which also segues nicely into the hand which earned me the finger.......
So we've been sitting at the table for about an hour or so, and I get dealt pocket 2's. I've been partial to playing deuces for the last couple of months, dating back to my friend Chuck's tourney where I folded pocket 2's preflop at the final table, and would have ended up flopping quads. So I call $10 preflop with the 2's, and three of us see the flop of A 6 2. Action is to me, and I throw out $15 as there is a flush draw on the board. One player folds, and the "Bird"man reraises me. He has $100 or so in front of him, so I try to put him to the test and I put him all in. It wasn't much of a test, in retrospect, because as soon as he insta-called me, I knew he had pocket Aces. He flips over the rockets, stands up, claps, and high fives his buddy. Turn is no help, and then here comes my one outer on the river..... the case 2. Quads again! (Have I mentioned how much I love the Trop???) He slams his fists down on the table as the dealer pushes the pot my way, as I mumble "Sorry about that man..... tough beat". I probably shoulda kept my mouth shut and not said anything, but I sucked out on him pretty bad and was genuinely sorry that it went down like that. That's when he gave me the finger and shouted across the table, "Go fuck yourself, you fucking Donk". Well then I couldn't help myself, I just started laughing my ass off, and that didn't sit too well with him.
HIM: Oh, you think it's funny that you play shit like that and get lucky?
ME: No, I think it's funny that you are acting like an ass
HIM: Well you're not going to be laughing when I am waiting for you outside this poker room and I kick your ass
DEALER: Floor!!!!
His buddy got him out of there pretty fast after that.
I don't think that I made a horrible play on that hand, necessarily. Of course, if I put him on aces I get out of his way, so feel free to fault my ability to read the opponent, but holding a set I am gonna put my money in the middle and take my chances. But honestly, who flips somebody the finger at a poker table? What is this world coming to? And not that it really matters to me one way or the other, because I'm certainly not personally offended by a little foul language and a finger gesture, but I was surprised the dealer let it go as far as it did before calling for the floor. I guess it takes threatening statements to get management involved in Atlantic City. But on the bright side, Dave and I headed back to Philly @ sunrise, and I had this jerk's $$ in my pocket- I finished up $280 for the evening. Not to mention that I just cemented my new nickname at work..... "Quads"
Online, my bankroll has been taking huge hits for the last week or so. I have a bad habit of playing too many large buy in Multi-Table Tourney's, and that will dwindle a modest bankroll pretty fast. Of course it all can't be attributed to playing these MTT's. I hit a bad run of cards, and I tilted something awful last week. Then I broke the cardinal rule of bankroll management...... I moved UP in limits, trying to get it all back. And I don't really have to tell you how that went. Yeah, I basically went broke. A month ago I had almost $2500 in my Bodog account. Yesterday I had less than $100. I coulda bought some nice shit with that. I could have booked my trip to Vegoose with that $$. I could have put some money into my car, or even used it as part of a down payment for a new ride. I could have done a lot of things with that 2 grand. But I tilted it away. I know that even at 1/2 I was playing above my bankroll, and I was playing with fire. Moving up to try to get it back wasn't too bright on my part either. So what do I do today? I go against my better judgement, and deposit $200 into my account so I can sit down at a couple of large buy in MTT's. I played the 100K guaranteed ($100+9 entrance fee) which I finished middle of the pack. Up until the first break I was well above the average stack, then shortly thereafter I was crippled when my straight ran into a rivered flush. I then entered a $50+5 MTT. 106 entrants, 18 make the money. I was shortstacked almost the entire time, at one point down to T$1200 with the blinds @ 300/600 (that was after I doubled up another small stack, before you go wondering what I was doing waiting so long to make a move) It seemed that every time things got really desperate, I looked down to find KK- I must have had kings 5 times over the course of the tournament. I battle my way into the money, make it to the final table still shortstacked, and steal my share of blinds to stay afloat until we get 5 handed. I catch KK again in the big blind, with an all in and a caller in front of me, and triple up at just the right time. Eventually I am heads up against a player who has me outchipped 4-1, and I take my chances with A7 when he wakes up with JJ, and I don't improve. I collect $1060 for my efforts, and I am on my way to building my bankroll back to a respectable level. Now if I could only find a good book on money management.
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