Monday, July 26, 2010
The Last Hands of Vegas
So Josh left the Aria, and I continued to run $600 into $1300. Got some pho, sat down at the Hard Rock at midnight, and just cashed out for $1500.
The session involved Digs and I cracking jokes, and giving each other a TON of action and showing all our big bluffs. We were seated in #5 and #10; where we could do the least damage positionally to the other.
Table's response was interesting -- the 4 on my left were all about 100bb deep, tightened up, and played super ABC. I responded by widening my 3betting range and limp/rr range, and kept my 3bet-calling range super tight and always watching for odds. Results from that side of the table were optimal, both Mike and I bled them dry, winning the majority of the small/medium pots while they waited for a haymaker hand to drill us with.
The players on my right were looser, deeper, and more aggressive, but I had positional on FullTilt (online wonderkind LAG) and Chicago (increasingly drunk 28 year old trader, aggrodonkey).
Two hands of note:
I have $600 in front of me, Chicago covers. He's watched us 3bet bluff 72o and laugh about it and is feeling decidely less macho, so he's compensated by never folding preflop. Ever. Because his ego won't let him -- he's a trader and makes in 5 minutes what these poker players are throwigg around, goddammit!
EP villain raises to 10, one caller, Chicago calls with an 800 stack, FullTilt calls. Sitting on a $600 stack, I see 97o. Do I call and see a pot multiple ways, or do I 3bet to 55 and either a) take it down b) iso Chicago while keeping my 3betting frequency high? 3betting gives me more options, as I have the button. 97s I probably flat behind more as it flops better.
Chicago calls. Pot: ~160, we each have about 525 left.
Flop: T86r. Thank you God. He leads for 60, I think about it, and call. Don't pair, board. Pot is 280, 465 remaining.
Turn: 7x, he checks, I bet 125, he calls. Pot is 430, 340 remaining. We are committed!
River: 9x. He open-jams. I panic, and frantically go over the action to see if he could have a J. How? HOW?! How could that fucking river come? I call, table my hand, and say "I flopped it"
He is in shock and shuffles his cards. The entire table is caught up in the spectacle of two big stacks colliding with the flopped nuts getting split, so they were too slow to react when he slowly
Mucks
His
Hand.
It hits the muck and the dealer buries the hand as the tight players jump up shrieking, desperate to keep the money in the hands of the donkey, but it's too late and the dealer awards me the monster pot.
Epilogue: i've been chatting with the guy for the last two hours. I know his name, where he went to school, his job, and his girlfriends name. Not once has he reciprocated. So when he asks me, "dude, is this really going down like that?it should have been split," I reply: well, Darryl the stock options trader from Chicago, you did suck out on me for a split, but I had you the whole way, and you're the one who messed up, not me. But I don't think this is right, so I'll rebate you $300 (the dealer interrupts me to tell us that this was not allowable), if you can tell me what name is, or what my job is, or anything about me except for the fact I'm from Dallas. I'm not giving free money to a guy who doesn't even know who I am."
He blurts out, "you're Michael!" and I toss him my ID and lol.
Ship it.
The last hand of the night. I'm about 1100 deep at this point, and have been using position to crush FullTilt. His stack has dwindled from 900 to 450 or so, and he's clearly on tilt, making terrible hero calls with ace-high and second pair.
We're 5-handed and I'm playing hyperloose and aggro. He's still tilting, still losing, but open limps on the button. I find black ducks in the SB and raise to 15. He comes to life and 3bets me to 45! Effective stacks are 450. I have 3bet liberally but I have 4bet one other time only. 4betting to 90ish would build a 180 pot with 360 behind, which isn't what I want to do with a sm PP, but he folds some percentage of the time, and when he does call, it'll be with a supertight range and he'll lose the lead in the hand. Bam. He calls quickly with a a twist in his mouth, like he'd bitten into something bitter.
Flop: 8d 2d 8h
What would I do with a bluff? He's a second level thinker, and I've got him on QQ,JJ, or AKs, AA or KK possible but less likely due to my read on his mouth.
Less than a second passes, before I throw 6 hundos into the middle and announce all-in. He thinks for 5 seconds, announces a call, shows QQ, and turns white. Everybody else (how can you raise to 90 with 22) starts yelling and he staggers out shellshocked.
I announce that I'm not interested in playing 4 handed and the table starts whining how can you leave you just won all that money....
And I make the best decision yet at the table and rack em up at 8am. Mission accomplished.
- Colin
The session involved Digs and I cracking jokes, and giving each other a TON of action and showing all our big bluffs. We were seated in #5 and #10; where we could do the least damage positionally to the other.
Table's response was interesting -- the 4 on my left were all about 100bb deep, tightened up, and played super ABC. I responded by widening my 3betting range and limp/rr range, and kept my 3bet-calling range super tight and always watching for odds. Results from that side of the table were optimal, both Mike and I bled them dry, winning the majority of the small/medium pots while they waited for a haymaker hand to drill us with.
The players on my right were looser, deeper, and more aggressive, but I had positional on FullTilt (online wonderkind LAG) and Chicago (increasingly drunk 28 year old trader, aggrodonkey).
Two hands of note:
I have $600 in front of me, Chicago covers. He's watched us 3bet bluff 72o and laugh about it and is feeling decidely less macho, so he's compensated by never folding preflop. Ever. Because his ego won't let him -- he's a trader and makes in 5 minutes what these poker players are throwigg around, goddammit!
EP villain raises to 10, one caller, Chicago calls with an 800 stack, FullTilt calls. Sitting on a $600 stack, I see 97o. Do I call and see a pot multiple ways, or do I 3bet to 55 and either a) take it down b) iso Chicago while keeping my 3betting frequency high? 3betting gives me more options, as I have the button. 97s I probably flat behind more as it flops better.
Chicago calls. Pot: ~160, we each have about 525 left.
Flop: T86r. Thank you God. He leads for 60, I think about it, and call. Don't pair, board. Pot is 280, 465 remaining.
Turn: 7x, he checks, I bet 125, he calls. Pot is 430, 340 remaining. We are committed!
River: 9x. He open-jams. I panic, and frantically go over the action to see if he could have a J. How? HOW?! How could that fucking river come? I call, table my hand, and say "I flopped it"
He is in shock and shuffles his cards. The entire table is caught up in the spectacle of two big stacks colliding with the flopped nuts getting split, so they were too slow to react when he slowly
Mucks
His
Hand.
It hits the muck and the dealer buries the hand as the tight players jump up shrieking, desperate to keep the money in the hands of the donkey, but it's too late and the dealer awards me the monster pot.
Epilogue: i've been chatting with the guy for the last two hours. I know his name, where he went to school, his job, and his girlfriends name. Not once has he reciprocated. So when he asks me, "dude, is this really going down like that?it should have been split," I reply: well, Darryl the stock options trader from Chicago, you did suck out on me for a split, but I had you the whole way, and you're the one who messed up, not me. But I don't think this is right, so I'll rebate you $300 (the dealer interrupts me to tell us that this was not allowable), if you can tell me what name is, or what my job is, or anything about me except for the fact I'm from Dallas. I'm not giving free money to a guy who doesn't even know who I am."
He blurts out, "you're Michael!" and I toss him my ID and lol.
Ship it.
The last hand of the night. I'm about 1100 deep at this point, and have been using position to crush FullTilt. His stack has dwindled from 900 to 450 or so, and he's clearly on tilt, making terrible hero calls with ace-high and second pair.
We're 5-handed and I'm playing hyperloose and aggro. He's still tilting, still losing, but open limps on the button. I find black ducks in the SB and raise to 15. He comes to life and 3bets me to 45! Effective stacks are 450. I have 3bet liberally but I have 4bet one other time only. 4betting to 90ish would build a 180 pot with 360 behind, which isn't what I want to do with a sm PP, but he folds some percentage of the time, and when he does call, it'll be with a supertight range and he'll lose the lead in the hand. Bam. He calls quickly with a a twist in his mouth, like he'd bitten into something bitter.
Flop: 8d 2d 8h
What would I do with a bluff? He's a second level thinker, and I've got him on QQ,JJ, or AKs, AA or KK possible but less likely due to my read on his mouth.
Less than a second passes, before I throw 6 hundos into the middle and announce all-in. He thinks for 5 seconds, announces a call, shows QQ, and turns white. Everybody else (how can you raise to 90 with 22) starts yelling and he staggers out shellshocked.
I announce that I'm not interested in playing 4 handed and the table starts whining how can you leave you just won all that money....
And I make the best decision yet at the table and rack em up at 8am. Mission accomplished.
- Colin
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