Saturday, January 12, 2008
I Own In Live Poker
Played some live $200NL tonight. Walked with +$150 after 3 hours of play. 3 hours = 180 minutes * 1 hand / 3 minutes = about 60 hands? and I won 75 BB?
= 125 BB / 100. I wonder if that's sustainable, lol.
Ways in which live poker is so much fucking weaker:
Turn 7h. He leads for $15 into a $36 pot. What a fucking donkey. You obviously have a set or AA, and you are trying to get me to bluff at you with my AQ. Fuck you. I have a shitload of implied odds, as we're both full stacked. I call.
River 9s. Haha. He bets $20 into the $66 pot with his 2nd best hand. If I call, we'll both have $150 left. lol. Fuck calling. Raise $60. He says, SAYS: "maybe someday I'll be good enough to lay this down." I give him a scared look, and he insta-shoves over me. I call, he tables QQ, I show a straight, and the bitching starts. HOW DO YOU CALL THAT TURN!!!
An hour later, I raise 6x from the button with 6c3c, having not played a pot in 4 orbits, and with a tight, superaggressive image. Don't fuck with my pots. I will blow you out of them if I have position on you. A new donkey is on my left, who bears an AMAZING resemblance to Sklansky. In fact, I call him Sklansky, which simultaneously gratifies and insults him, as our Beloved Professor will never win a beauty contest.
Lol tiltaments.
Anyway, Sklansky has made enough comments about my button raises in the past, but now he does something about it. He smooth calls my big raise from the SB, and the field of limpers fold.
Flop 4c 5s 5c. He bets out $20 into the $32 pot (leftover from limpers). I lol'd, used X-ray vision to see his TT-QQ, and called, having sufficient outs and implied odds to take his $300 stack, which I have covered.
Turn 7h. Looks pretty safe to him. He bet $50. I wait for 45 seconds, shuffling chips, and raise to $100, and he announces all-in. My chips leave a smoking skidmark in the tabletop as I RAM $300 in chips into the pot and table my straight. For a brief second in his agony of disappointment, I see how he'll look in 15 years, when the sagging face is due to gravity and not to OVERPLAYING YOUR QQ HORRIBLY LOL. suck it.
The night continues. People start thinking they can take chunks out of me, but I'm onto them. I flop top two to their TPTK and they take it to the river. I bet out with my nut flushes and straights, and continue betting when they hit. I rape their wallets, and fire sticky love juice in their hair, wipe my ass on the curtains, and take their sisters out to dinner.
On the flip side: they can't get away from their hands and they sometimes hit. Nut flushes don't do too well against 6-outered full houses, etc.
I think the key is: nobody walks into the place to play true No-Limit. They are all overprotective of their stacks. OMG I MIGHT LOSE THIS. It makes them super weak/tight. Tonight I ran over people constantly by making them crucially decide for their stacks on the river.
And this is my own biggest change from a year ago: After one bad beat, I had an $80 stack left. I pulled out $100, and added it on RIGHT THERE. I hit that hand with the straight not 20 minutes later, and I would have only had $220 had I not. Lesson learned :D
= 125 BB / 100. I wonder if that's sustainable, lol.
Ways in which live poker is so much fucking weaker:
- bet sizing is a lost art. people just throw in an accepted amount to raise.
- people are afraid to stack off. they CARE about the money in ways that online players DO NOT, and it affects their play drastically.
- you are a fucking sinner if you flop a monster and don't check it immediately. I stacked 3 players tonight flopping trips and betting out with them, IP or OOP. "Don't scare them off! Try to make some money on this hand!!"
- Combine this with constant aggression and you have people playing back at you constantly.
- reraising is only allowed with AA/KK/AK. anything else and you are labeled a maniac.
- people think that reads are crucial : "play the person, not the cards!" is the mantra. Bitch, play my nuts like a xylophone with your face. awful.
- it's much easier to tell when somebody is on tilt. or put somebody on tilt.
Turn 7h. He leads for $15 into a $36 pot. What a fucking donkey. You obviously have a set or AA, and you are trying to get me to bluff at you with my AQ. Fuck you. I have a shitload of implied odds, as we're both full stacked. I call.
River 9s. Haha. He bets $20 into the $66 pot with his 2nd best hand. If I call, we'll both have $150 left. lol. Fuck calling. Raise $60. He says, SAYS: "maybe someday I'll be good enough to lay this down." I give him a scared look, and he insta-shoves over me. I call, he tables QQ, I show a straight, and the bitching starts. HOW DO YOU CALL THAT TURN!!!
An hour later, I raise 6x from the button with 6c3c, having not played a pot in 4 orbits, and with a tight, superaggressive image. Don't fuck with my pots. I will blow you out of them if I have position on you. A new donkey is on my left, who bears an AMAZING resemblance to Sklansky. In fact, I call him Sklansky, which simultaneously gratifies and insults him, as our Beloved Professor will never win a beauty contest.
Lol tiltaments.
Anyway, Sklansky has made enough comments about my button raises in the past, but now he does something about it. He smooth calls my big raise from the SB, and the field of limpers fold.
Flop 4c 5s 5c. He bets out $20 into the $32 pot (leftover from limpers). I lol'd, used X-ray vision to see his TT-QQ, and called, having sufficient outs and implied odds to take his $300 stack, which I have covered.
Turn 7h. Looks pretty safe to him. He bet $50. I wait for 45 seconds, shuffling chips, and raise to $100, and he announces all-in. My chips leave a smoking skidmark in the tabletop as I RAM $300 in chips into the pot and table my straight. For a brief second in his agony of disappointment, I see how he'll look in 15 years, when the sagging face is due to gravity and not to OVERPLAYING YOUR QQ HORRIBLY LOL. suck it.
The night continues. People start thinking they can take chunks out of me, but I'm onto them. I flop top two to their TPTK and they take it to the river. I bet out with my nut flushes and straights, and continue betting when they hit. I rape their wallets, and fire sticky love juice in their hair, wipe my ass on the curtains, and take their sisters out to dinner.
On the flip side: they can't get away from their hands and they sometimes hit. Nut flushes don't do too well against 6-outered full houses, etc.
I think the key is: nobody walks into the place to play true No-Limit. They are all overprotective of their stacks. OMG I MIGHT LOSE THIS. It makes them super weak/tight. Tonight I ran over people constantly by making them crucially decide for their stacks on the river.
And this is my own biggest change from a year ago: After one bad beat, I had an $80 stack left. I pulled out $100, and added it on RIGHT THERE. I hit that hand with the straight not 20 minutes later, and I would have only had $220 had I not. Lesson learned :D
# posted by OneGreenChip : 3:42 AM
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