January 28, 2005
New year, new yellow chip
Tonight was my usual Thursday game in Lewis with the guys. We had 7 turn out tonight, and we changed the chip values to reflect the changes I made on Tuesday ($10,000 in chips). I felt really good coming in to tonight. I've been very relaxed at the table recently, which is surprising because I've been a little anxious away from it. I think present events have made me focus that extra bit while I'm playing.
As you know, I finished second on Tuesday, and I was all set to win the yellow chip tonight. I showed up in a pair of slippers, mostly because I'm lazy and I was kind of burnt after my intramural basketball game tonight, so I didn't change. When we drew for seating, Moonie and I both picked a 4, so we had to redraw. He picked a 2, so I was set, but then I picked a 2! This was the first ever triple draw that I can remember. Moonie then drew a 9, and I drew a 6. I had three hearts, though, so we decided that I should be able to try for my flush to beat Moonie. My next card wasn't a heart, but it was a 5, so I had a gutshot straight draw. Everyone agreed that if I pulled a 3 for my straight, I would win. I picked, and it was a 3! What a great way to start the night. The seating ended up being me, Moonie, Roy, Bobby, Pete, Donald, and Yush. Donald was a little bit late, so we blinded him in.
Early on, I got complete crap cards. I wasn't playing anything, and I sat back and watched in horror (or delight?) as Roy got eaten alive in a few short minutes. He was out before I had the chance to really play much at all. His problem was he kept getting nice hands like ace king or ace queen, and he couldn't hit a flop to save his life. It didn't help that everyone but me was calling his raises, no matter how big they were, preflop. Stop being call stations, everyone!
Meanwhile, the deck was hitting Bobby square in the face. He flopped a set of ducks against Roy and Moonie in a huge pot early on, and he was the chip leader for the first hour or so. I was still laying low, and when four guys limped onto my big blind, I looked down to see 10 7 offsuit and figured it was worth a big raise. Actually, I just wanted to teach them not to limp on my blind, so this raise served a larger purpose than just winning the pot- I needed to get some respect early. I raised it 1200, and they all folded. I showed them the 10 7, and told them they better be careful if they felt like messing with me.
Once Bobby deck-shaped scar on his face healed, it was Pete's turn to be assaulted by the deck. He went on a rush where he raised 8 out of 9 pots, and won almost all of them. He quickly built himself to the chip lead, and he had a monster stack of black chips that dwarfed anything we could match. Pete was ripe for the picking, though, and I could tell he was getting his confidence back. Luckily for me, my major is confidence crushing, with a minor in Pete confidence crushing. After losing some chips to Bobby, I got involved with Pete, and I'll take this time to lambast his play as best I can. Pete came in raising 1200 on my big blind, and I looked down to see ace 7 of diamonds. I didn't read Pete as being particularly strong, and he had been raising pot after pot. I went all-in for another 6500, not wanting a call obviously, but pretty confident that he would fold. It got back to him and he started thinking. He said, "You don't have anything; I'll bet you have nothing." I told him to go ahead and call then. I was yapping all over the place, retaining my cockiness that I've had recently, and I was still pretty sure Pete was just stalling before a fold. After about a minute (which is Pete's shortest decision-making time ever) he called. I flipped over my ace 7 of diamonds, and he showed... king jack of clubs. KING JACK OF CLUBS!!! I can only imagine what Roy would have done if Pete called him with this, but I just laid into him. "How can you call with a hand like that?" I said. "It can't beat anything." "I thought you had nothing," was his reply.
There's a major lesson here: Don't let your ego get involved when you play poker. If you try to put a target on someone's back, you end up playing poorly and losing. Pete called to prove that I couldn't bully him (getting less than 1.5:1 pot odds, no less), and he ended up doubling me up, losing his huge chip lead, and setting a fire under me, opening the door for me to rag on him as much as possible.
Oh, I'll bet you're wondering how I won that hand? The flop came 7 7 9, and I gave Pete a big "Eat it" when it did. Trip 7s beat his king high. Good call, Pete.
Immediately after the hand, I told Pete, "Now you've created a monster." I was up to about $16,000 in chips, and I think all the crap I was giving Pete about the call began to get to him. He was throwing money away left and right, and before I knew it, he was one of the shortstacks.
The next one out after Roy was Yush. Yush was shortstacked after losing a big pot against Moonie with pocket 10s against aces into a board that had three 7s. He got all his money in preflop with pocket tens again, against Bobby's pocket 7s a bit later. The flop and turn were innocuous, but Bobby hit his miracle two-outer on the river to take Yush out. Oh, I just remembered, Roy went out also against Bobby, when Roy got all-in with 4s preflop to Bobby's ace ten. Roy flopped a set, but Bobby hit runner-runner to hit a straight.
Moonie lost most of his money by calling EVERYTHING. He saw almost any flop for any price, and that's how you go broke, which he did. I forgot how he went out, but my brain is telling me Bobby sucked out on him on the river, too. Maybe I'm crazy. I, meanwhile, was building my stack up steadily since the hand with Pete, and I became the dominant force at the table. Pete got blinded away, and he tried to take a stab at every pot, it seemed like, but he kept getting picked off. Pete's main problem is he doesn't understand how to use aggression to win. Since I taught him how to be more aggressive, he's gone through periods of mindless aggression, assuming a check always means weakness. The problem is, people know that Pete will stab at anything, so they keep checking to him. Pick your spots, Pete, and try to read people. That's what it's all about. (You put your right arm in...)
A very strange, and potentially fatal, hand came up not long after Donald came back. I was the big blind, he was the small blind, and after the cards were dealt, he went to throw his hand away. We told him that it was his small blind, so he took his cards back. Everyone folded to him, and rather than folding, he called. "What the hell is going on here?" I thought. I looked down to see pocket 2s, a hand I have no real need to see a flop with heads up, and I moved all-in for $21,700. There was only $1,200 in the pot, so it was a massive overbet, but I knew he couldn't call because of his near-fold before. After I said all-in, he said, "Are you serious?" This scared the hell out of me, because I felt like I had just gotten trapped in an elaborate scheme to foil my poker life, and I responded with what must have sounded like a very parched, scared "Yes." He started thinking, and inside my head I was like, "Oh my God, what have I done. I'm going to get killed because of this idiot move I just made." I tried to put on a cool facade, though, and I said, "I'll show it to you if you fold," as if to imply I had a monster. This usually comforts people, and makes them more likely to fold. Donald said, "Before I fold?" and I told him no way, because if he felt like a crazy gambler, he might see the coinflip and figure, "Why not?" Plus, if he had 3s or 4s, he would call in a heartbeat. Finally, thank God, he folded, and I showed him the deuces. He had ace 3, and he actually would have hit an ace to beat me.
By the time we got four-handed, I had the chip lead, Bobby had a big stack, Donald was up a bit, and Pete was down. I turned on the jets, as I usually do when the blinds go up and post-flop play slows down. I started raising on Bobby's big blind almost every single time, and the one time I folded he had a big hand, hahaha. This resulted in Bobby getting whittled away, while I kept going up. I didn't get involved too much with the other two guys, as I was making a nice living off a steady diet of Bobby-blinds. Mmm mmm good. One hand came up where Donald came in raising a couple thousand, I reraised with pocket kings, and he tossed it. Other than that we didn't butt heads much... yet.
I continued my raising rampage, and I saw pocket 4s on the button. I doubled the blind (the big blind was now at 800), and when it got back to Pete, he reraised 1500. I found it a very strange raise, as he should have raised more if he wanted to take it down there, but I got the feeling he wanted me to play. I figured him for kings or aces, and I called for a couple reasons. First, I thought that I could bust him if I hit my set, and second, I could just feel that 4 coming off the deck. I called, and the flop came 4 3 6. When Pete checked, I was positive that he had an overpair, as he would most definitely lead out with anything that he wasn't slowplaying. I bet 1200, a very weak bet, or a My Little Pony bet, if you will. It was a bet that was just begging to be raised. When it got back to Pete, he started arranging his stack, and he finally went all-in for another 6 thousand or so. I called immediately and showed the 4s, and Pete jumped out the window. We found him on top of a blue fire truck that was parked outside. The coroner said he died on impact and felt no pain. --- Ok, I'm lying, Pete didn't jump out the window, but he will one day. He almost did tonight, but luckily for the fire truck, he didn't. He told me I got lucky, but apparently he forgot that he didn't go all-in preflop, so there was no draw out involved. I told him that I sucked him into losing all of his chips, and he got pissed and left a minute later. I must have missed it, but apparently he took the hook out of his mouth on his way out the door, otherwise I would have felt a tug as he left.
With three left, I figured it was only a matter of time until Bobby got killed, because he just can't play shorthanded. All he does is call and fold, and even if he hits his monsters, you can fold and minimize the damage, so he really has no way to beat you. With about 11 thousand left, he finally came in raising on the 500-1000 blinds. He made it 3000 to go, and I looked down to see queen ten. Not a good hand, but I figured I could take the pot off him with a safe flop, so I called. The flop was 2 4 6, and I bet out 1500 in first position. It was a very small bet, but I figured he would either move all-in with an overpair, or fold overcards. It was worth a shot, with the pot at 6500. He shook his head and folded, as he cursed the poker gods for that terrible flop.
A few hands later, Donald came in raising, and Bobby went all-in from the big blind immediately. Donald was pretty pot-committed, and he called. Bobby had pocket aces, and they held up, so he doubled through. In the meantime, I got involved in some pots with Donald where I lost some chips. Once again, Donald raised on the button, and once again, Bobby went all-in on the big blind. Donald called, being pot-committed, and flipped queen ten. Bobby showed pocket aces again. Just so you know, I looked up the odds of a random player getting pocket aces, and they were 221-1. I then looked up the odds of Bobby getting pocket aces, and they were 5-1. Very interesting stuff. Donald had queen ten, and when the flop came 2 6 7, it looked like Bobby would double up again. The turn, though was an 8, and the river was a 9, giving Donald a runner-runner of his own to gave Bobby, The King of the River Suck-Out, as he will now be known, a taste of his own medicine.
On to heads up. We did a quick inventory of the chips, and found that Donald had a slight edge: $37,400 to my $32,600. Donald was the only one that had given me problems tonight, but I was confident I would win, especially after losing my heads up encounter on Tuesday. I never lose two heads up matches in a row. Early on, I tried raising a couple pots, but Donald seemed to be calling almost everything, and he was calling practically immediately. I decided that this wouldn't be a worthwhile strategy, so I began to limp more often. Donald had been raising quite a bit on the button, too, and he had put some more ground between us. Finally, I found pocket 10s when he came in raising $3,000, and I went all-in after thinking for a minute. My bet was $21,000 on top, and Donald called almost immediately. "Oh crap," I thought, "I ran into a monster." But no, he flipped over ace 8 offsuit. Again, I don't understand the call. Everyone seems to think that I want to bluff all my chips away, but I don't, especially because everything gets called. The board was all garbage, so I hung on to take the chip lead. This made it about 50-20 in my favor, and the very next hand, I picked up ace queen of spades. I came in raising $3,000, and Donald went all-in for another 16 grand. I thought he may have a pocket pair, but not one as high as queens. He may have a raggy ace, in which case I'm in excellent shape. He went all-in quickly, and it made me think that he wasn't very strong, so I called figuring it was no worse than a coin flip. Before I did, though, I just let the poker gods know that I was wise to their tricks, and that I knew they gave me pocket tens and ace queen in back-to-back hands to rig the karma lottery against me. Donald has pocket 7s, and the board was composed of toxic waste in playing card form, so he doubled up.
This gave Donald a small lead, but I still wasn't worried. Don't ask me why, I just had a calm about me tonight. On the next few hands, Donald made a lot of overbets, and he went all-in a lot after the flop, so I decided to just wait and trap him for all his chips. I also decided that stealing the blinds was back in style, as he had noticed I was playing somewhat passive preflop, so he may give me credit for real hands if I made a few selective steals. I was successful in taking the blinds most times when I tried, and he continued to make his all-in moves. I came in raising $3,000 on the button with 7 3 offsuit, on a total steal, and Donald reraised $5,000. He had done this a few times before, and I was pretty sure that he didn't have a pocket pair, but more likely two picture cards. After being almost completely sure about this, I finally called, knowing that I could trap him if I hit the flop. I was pretty sure that any pair would be good if there was no paint, and when the flop came 2 3 7, I really knew I was set. I checked to him, and he bet $5,000. I decided that if I went all-in, he would fold his overcards, and I didn't want that, because i had finally found a spot to trap him for all his chips. After an excruciating deliberation, replete with head scratches, mutterings, and funky looks in his direction, I called. I was sure that if I pulled off my acting job well enough, he would move all-in on me on the turn, and I would have it. The turn was a 10, and I checked it. He went all-in, and I called him before he could touch his chips. He then threw his cards face down and said, "You got it," and I flipped my two pair. He had queen 9, so he was drawing dead. I just barely had him covered, so it was all over. I took home $25 and a yellow chip for my troubles.
Quote of the day: ""I thought you had nothing." Pete, after calling an all-in with king jack of clubs. Tsk, tsk.
Terrence's bankroll: $834+$20=$854
As you know, I finished second on Tuesday, and I was all set to win the yellow chip tonight. I showed up in a pair of slippers, mostly because I'm lazy and I was kind of burnt after my intramural basketball game tonight, so I didn't change. When we drew for seating, Moonie and I both picked a 4, so we had to redraw. He picked a 2, so I was set, but then I picked a 2! This was the first ever triple draw that I can remember. Moonie then drew a 9, and I drew a 6. I had three hearts, though, so we decided that I should be able to try for my flush to beat Moonie. My next card wasn't a heart, but it was a 5, so I had a gutshot straight draw. Everyone agreed that if I pulled a 3 for my straight, I would win. I picked, and it was a 3! What a great way to start the night. The seating ended up being me, Moonie, Roy, Bobby, Pete, Donald, and Yush. Donald was a little bit late, so we blinded him in.
Early on, I got complete crap cards. I wasn't playing anything, and I sat back and watched in horror (or delight?) as Roy got eaten alive in a few short minutes. He was out before I had the chance to really play much at all. His problem was he kept getting nice hands like ace king or ace queen, and he couldn't hit a flop to save his life. It didn't help that everyone but me was calling his raises, no matter how big they were, preflop. Stop being call stations, everyone!
Meanwhile, the deck was hitting Bobby square in the face. He flopped a set of ducks against Roy and Moonie in a huge pot early on, and he was the chip leader for the first hour or so. I was still laying low, and when four guys limped onto my big blind, I looked down to see 10 7 offsuit and figured it was worth a big raise. Actually, I just wanted to teach them not to limp on my blind, so this raise served a larger purpose than just winning the pot- I needed to get some respect early. I raised it 1200, and they all folded. I showed them the 10 7, and told them they better be careful if they felt like messing with me.
Once Bobby deck-shaped scar on his face healed, it was Pete's turn to be assaulted by the deck. He went on a rush where he raised 8 out of 9 pots, and won almost all of them. He quickly built himself to the chip lead, and he had a monster stack of black chips that dwarfed anything we could match. Pete was ripe for the picking, though, and I could tell he was getting his confidence back. Luckily for me, my major is confidence crushing, with a minor in Pete confidence crushing. After losing some chips to Bobby, I got involved with Pete, and I'll take this time to lambast his play as best I can. Pete came in raising 1200 on my big blind, and I looked down to see ace 7 of diamonds. I didn't read Pete as being particularly strong, and he had been raising pot after pot. I went all-in for another 6500, not wanting a call obviously, but pretty confident that he would fold. It got back to him and he started thinking. He said, "You don't have anything; I'll bet you have nothing." I told him to go ahead and call then. I was yapping all over the place, retaining my cockiness that I've had recently, and I was still pretty sure Pete was just stalling before a fold. After about a minute (which is Pete's shortest decision-making time ever) he called. I flipped over my ace 7 of diamonds, and he showed... king jack of clubs. KING JACK OF CLUBS!!! I can only imagine what Roy would have done if Pete called him with this, but I just laid into him. "How can you call with a hand like that?" I said. "It can't beat anything." "I thought you had nothing," was his reply.
There's a major lesson here: Don't let your ego get involved when you play poker. If you try to put a target on someone's back, you end up playing poorly and losing. Pete called to prove that I couldn't bully him (getting less than 1.5:1 pot odds, no less), and he ended up doubling me up, losing his huge chip lead, and setting a fire under me, opening the door for me to rag on him as much as possible.
Oh, I'll bet you're wondering how I won that hand? The flop came 7 7 9, and I gave Pete a big "Eat it" when it did. Trip 7s beat his king high. Good call, Pete.
Immediately after the hand, I told Pete, "Now you've created a monster." I was up to about $16,000 in chips, and I think all the crap I was giving Pete about the call began to get to him. He was throwing money away left and right, and before I knew it, he was one of the shortstacks.
The next one out after Roy was Yush. Yush was shortstacked after losing a big pot against Moonie with pocket 10s against aces into a board that had three 7s. He got all his money in preflop with pocket tens again, against Bobby's pocket 7s a bit later. The flop and turn were innocuous, but Bobby hit his miracle two-outer on the river to take Yush out. Oh, I just remembered, Roy went out also against Bobby, when Roy got all-in with 4s preflop to Bobby's ace ten. Roy flopped a set, but Bobby hit runner-runner to hit a straight.
Moonie lost most of his money by calling EVERYTHING. He saw almost any flop for any price, and that's how you go broke, which he did. I forgot how he went out, but my brain is telling me Bobby sucked out on him on the river, too. Maybe I'm crazy. I, meanwhile, was building my stack up steadily since the hand with Pete, and I became the dominant force at the table. Pete got blinded away, and he tried to take a stab at every pot, it seemed like, but he kept getting picked off. Pete's main problem is he doesn't understand how to use aggression to win. Since I taught him how to be more aggressive, he's gone through periods of mindless aggression, assuming a check always means weakness. The problem is, people know that Pete will stab at anything, so they keep checking to him. Pick your spots, Pete, and try to read people. That's what it's all about. (You put your right arm in...)
A very strange, and potentially fatal, hand came up not long after Donald came back. I was the big blind, he was the small blind, and after the cards were dealt, he went to throw his hand away. We told him that it was his small blind, so he took his cards back. Everyone folded to him, and rather than folding, he called. "What the hell is going on here?" I thought. I looked down to see pocket 2s, a hand I have no real need to see a flop with heads up, and I moved all-in for $21,700. There was only $1,200 in the pot, so it was a massive overbet, but I knew he couldn't call because of his near-fold before. After I said all-in, he said, "Are you serious?" This scared the hell out of me, because I felt like I had just gotten trapped in an elaborate scheme to foil my poker life, and I responded with what must have sounded like a very parched, scared "Yes." He started thinking, and inside my head I was like, "Oh my God, what have I done. I'm going to get killed because of this idiot move I just made." I tried to put on a cool facade, though, and I said, "I'll show it to you if you fold," as if to imply I had a monster. This usually comforts people, and makes them more likely to fold. Donald said, "Before I fold?" and I told him no way, because if he felt like a crazy gambler, he might see the coinflip and figure, "Why not?" Plus, if he had 3s or 4s, he would call in a heartbeat. Finally, thank God, he folded, and I showed him the deuces. He had ace 3, and he actually would have hit an ace to beat me.
By the time we got four-handed, I had the chip lead, Bobby had a big stack, Donald was up a bit, and Pete was down. I turned on the jets, as I usually do when the blinds go up and post-flop play slows down. I started raising on Bobby's big blind almost every single time, and the one time I folded he had a big hand, hahaha. This resulted in Bobby getting whittled away, while I kept going up. I didn't get involved too much with the other two guys, as I was making a nice living off a steady diet of Bobby-blinds. Mmm mmm good. One hand came up where Donald came in raising a couple thousand, I reraised with pocket kings, and he tossed it. Other than that we didn't butt heads much... yet.
I continued my raising rampage, and I saw pocket 4s on the button. I doubled the blind (the big blind was now at 800), and when it got back to Pete, he reraised 1500. I found it a very strange raise, as he should have raised more if he wanted to take it down there, but I got the feeling he wanted me to play. I figured him for kings or aces, and I called for a couple reasons. First, I thought that I could bust him if I hit my set, and second, I could just feel that 4 coming off the deck. I called, and the flop came 4 3 6. When Pete checked, I was positive that he had an overpair, as he would most definitely lead out with anything that he wasn't slowplaying. I bet 1200, a very weak bet, or a My Little Pony bet, if you will. It was a bet that was just begging to be raised. When it got back to Pete, he started arranging his stack, and he finally went all-in for another 6 thousand or so. I called immediately and showed the 4s, and Pete jumped out the window. We found him on top of a blue fire truck that was parked outside. The coroner said he died on impact and felt no pain. --- Ok, I'm lying, Pete didn't jump out the window, but he will one day. He almost did tonight, but luckily for the fire truck, he didn't. He told me I got lucky, but apparently he forgot that he didn't go all-in preflop, so there was no draw out involved. I told him that I sucked him into losing all of his chips, and he got pissed and left a minute later. I must have missed it, but apparently he took the hook out of his mouth on his way out the door, otherwise I would have felt a tug as he left.
With three left, I figured it was only a matter of time until Bobby got killed, because he just can't play shorthanded. All he does is call and fold, and even if he hits his monsters, you can fold and minimize the damage, so he really has no way to beat you. With about 11 thousand left, he finally came in raising on the 500-1000 blinds. He made it 3000 to go, and I looked down to see queen ten. Not a good hand, but I figured I could take the pot off him with a safe flop, so I called. The flop was 2 4 6, and I bet out 1500 in first position. It was a very small bet, but I figured he would either move all-in with an overpair, or fold overcards. It was worth a shot, with the pot at 6500. He shook his head and folded, as he cursed the poker gods for that terrible flop.
A few hands later, Donald came in raising, and Bobby went all-in from the big blind immediately. Donald was pretty pot-committed, and he called. Bobby had pocket aces, and they held up, so he doubled through. In the meantime, I got involved in some pots with Donald where I lost some chips. Once again, Donald raised on the button, and once again, Bobby went all-in on the big blind. Donald called, being pot-committed, and flipped queen ten. Bobby showed pocket aces again. Just so you know, I looked up the odds of a random player getting pocket aces, and they were 221-1. I then looked up the odds of Bobby getting pocket aces, and they were 5-1. Very interesting stuff. Donald had queen ten, and when the flop came 2 6 7, it looked like Bobby would double up again. The turn, though was an 8, and the river was a 9, giving Donald a runner-runner of his own to gave Bobby, The King of the River Suck-Out, as he will now be known, a taste of his own medicine.
On to heads up. We did a quick inventory of the chips, and found that Donald had a slight edge: $37,400 to my $32,600. Donald was the only one that had given me problems tonight, but I was confident I would win, especially after losing my heads up encounter on Tuesday. I never lose two heads up matches in a row. Early on, I tried raising a couple pots, but Donald seemed to be calling almost everything, and he was calling practically immediately. I decided that this wouldn't be a worthwhile strategy, so I began to limp more often. Donald had been raising quite a bit on the button, too, and he had put some more ground between us. Finally, I found pocket 10s when he came in raising $3,000, and I went all-in after thinking for a minute. My bet was $21,000 on top, and Donald called almost immediately. "Oh crap," I thought, "I ran into a monster." But no, he flipped over ace 8 offsuit. Again, I don't understand the call. Everyone seems to think that I want to bluff all my chips away, but I don't, especially because everything gets called. The board was all garbage, so I hung on to take the chip lead. This made it about 50-20 in my favor, and the very next hand, I picked up ace queen of spades. I came in raising $3,000, and Donald went all-in for another 16 grand. I thought he may have a pocket pair, but not one as high as queens. He may have a raggy ace, in which case I'm in excellent shape. He went all-in quickly, and it made me think that he wasn't very strong, so I called figuring it was no worse than a coin flip. Before I did, though, I just let the poker gods know that I was wise to their tricks, and that I knew they gave me pocket tens and ace queen in back-to-back hands to rig the karma lottery against me. Donald has pocket 7s, and the board was composed of toxic waste in playing card form, so he doubled up.
This gave Donald a small lead, but I still wasn't worried. Don't ask me why, I just had a calm about me tonight. On the next few hands, Donald made a lot of overbets, and he went all-in a lot after the flop, so I decided to just wait and trap him for all his chips. I also decided that stealing the blinds was back in style, as he had noticed I was playing somewhat passive preflop, so he may give me credit for real hands if I made a few selective steals. I was successful in taking the blinds most times when I tried, and he continued to make his all-in moves. I came in raising $3,000 on the button with 7 3 offsuit, on a total steal, and Donald reraised $5,000. He had done this a few times before, and I was pretty sure that he didn't have a pocket pair, but more likely two picture cards. After being almost completely sure about this, I finally called, knowing that I could trap him if I hit the flop. I was pretty sure that any pair would be good if there was no paint, and when the flop came 2 3 7, I really knew I was set. I checked to him, and he bet $5,000. I decided that if I went all-in, he would fold his overcards, and I didn't want that, because i had finally found a spot to trap him for all his chips. After an excruciating deliberation, replete with head scratches, mutterings, and funky looks in his direction, I called. I was sure that if I pulled off my acting job well enough, he would move all-in on me on the turn, and I would have it. The turn was a 10, and I checked it. He went all-in, and I called him before he could touch his chips. He then threw his cards face down and said, "You got it," and I flipped my two pair. He had queen 9, so he was drawing dead. I just barely had him covered, so it was all over. I took home $25 and a yellow chip for my troubles.
Quote of the day: ""I thought you had nothing." Pete, after calling an all-in with king jack of clubs. Tsk, tsk.
Terrence's bankroll: $834+$20=$854
Posted by Terrence on January 28, 2005 at 05:23 AM | 1 comments
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