Hagar
02-02-2006, 03:18 PM
Played a day long session at the Pheonix yesterday. Ended up getting seated at the 4/8 half kill. Prefered a stright 4/8, but the kill wasn't a factor in the game for me.
While I was watching the game before getting a seat, there was one clown who had absolutely no knowledge of the game and was just running over the table with rediculous cards. It was pretty ugly. I wasn't really looking forward to sitting in a game with that kind of juju, but sat non-the-less and asked the brush for a seat change when the other table opened (which he never offered). The clown cashed out after I'd been in a few orbits so he wasn't really a factor in anything for me. The reports were that he started with $60 at 2 am. He cashed out around noon with over $500. Just hope I can be there when he donates it all back.
Anyway, my session started out great. I was hitting hands and getting paid pretty well for them. I was up around $250 in ~45 minutes. Then, I had AA cracked when a J hit the river giving one of the primary fishies a gutshot 2-outer - the other chaser held JJ. So, I dropped about $100 and prepared for the worst; usually my first bad beat just opens the door for nothng but bad news.
I coasted along for another hour or so with my stack flucuating between $250 and $350. Had AA hold up, had QQ catch a second pair on the river to knock off the guy that flopped T3o 2 pair. Why he called the PFR with T3o I have no idea, but the bottom line is I hit a river for a change.
So I was cruising along feeling OK. I ran into a several hour stretch of just brutally cold cards and managed to start bleeding. Wasn't chasing any of my crap, it just cost me a bunch to see any flops because a couple of new players started the "raising and capping about every other hand" routine. I had a couple of marginal hands go south. One was TJo that hit a KTT flop. I was on the button. Lady to my left checked, new guy 2 to my right raised, I just smooth called, lady to my left raised it, new guy called and I put the cap on it. Turn was a blank. New guy bet I raised, lady cold called, new guy called. River was a J. Lady checked, new guy checked, I figured my hand was good and opened and was called by both. Turns out that new guy was actually ahead of me all along with AT (why he didn't push back a little I have no idea), but the ugliness appeared when the lady opened up her AQ for a gutshot river.
She was bad. When she first sat down, I gave her some credit for being at least reasonably solid, but after a while she turned into a complete maniac (think the cocktails had anything to do with that?) but she was hitting anything she was looking for in sight. It was just rediculous. Her stack grew to a monsterous $600+ and she just kept going. After a while, she would leave the table for a couple of orbits come back and drag 2 or 3 big pots and then check out again. It was just making me sick.
Another guy sat down at the table and was kind of doing the same thing. He didn't have the fortune of holding onto his chips for very long and was getting a little annoyed at the guy to my right who was talking about how he was playing. The guy to my right is a pretty solid regular and I have no idea why he was jabbing (he wasn't really jabbing, just openly commenting on his plays, but the idiot was taking offense) at this idoit, but we got that settled before too long and he was digging in his pocket in short order. There's some very bad players in this place.
Anyway, my stack was slowly deteriorating and I was bored out of my mind. A constant diet of J3, 72, 94 for about 3 hours. Was able to see maybe 2 flops without having to call a raise on my BB. The few hands I did venture into were doing nothing but chipping away at my stack. I did manage to drag a few small pots in a row (at which time a federal investigation was started to determine how that was possible) and by the time I was nearing the time I had to leave, I was a stack or 2 below my buy-in. Don't know where they went, because I was just wasn't playing much, but they managed to drift away.
I was in my final orbit, had to go soon (stuck or unstuck) and I look down to see the Black Brokeback Boys, in the BB in a kill pot. Fuckin' A! Time to get some profit back. I raised to $12 and got 5 or 6 callers to the flop. Flop comes an ugly, but promising AQ4 all spades. I rolled my eyes and checked in disgust. Some splashy guy (who had been dragging far more than his share of pots) opened the pot and we got 5-6 handed to the turn for $6 ea. (yes, I called). Turn was a 4th spade. Sweet! I checked, fully expecting my c/r to get screwed up and be checked around, but the splashy guy opened for $12. I think there was at least one caller and I executed the c/r and got splashy guy to call despite the other end of the table was openly talking about my K spades (thanks you bozos!) but it didn't matter - he did hesitate briefly but called. I only had $8 left and I bet it in the dark. He was sliding in the $8 when the dealer turned up what at first glance was a brick, but my double take while watching the dealer award MY pot to splashy guy saw that the river was a red Q, pairing the board, giving splashy guy's 44 a boat. Not the worst beat in the world, but come on! Was that really necessary?
The guy to my right (who managed to build his stack, playing the same solid game that I was) groaned louder than I did and there were a few down at the other end commenting on how sucky my luck had been over the last couple hours. Splashy guy just grinned at me as if he were some kind of expert. Dealer: "You want a hand?" asking if I was going to rebuy. I mumbled something along the lines of "you haven't given me a hand in 4 hours - why start now?"
I was totally and completley dejected and came very close to swearing off poker for a good long while. As I was leaving I started on my process of wondering what I could have possibly done differently which pretty much came up "nothing" as usual and I managed to start cramming yet another fucking hard luck beat in the "vault from hell", trying to move on. That vault is getting pretty full. I'll be over it in a few days, but I gotta say that I'm getting mighty tired of the constant beat downs, watching my solid play making the splashy idiots rich. It's just killing me....
While I was watching the game before getting a seat, there was one clown who had absolutely no knowledge of the game and was just running over the table with rediculous cards. It was pretty ugly. I wasn't really looking forward to sitting in a game with that kind of juju, but sat non-the-less and asked the brush for a seat change when the other table opened (which he never offered). The clown cashed out after I'd been in a few orbits so he wasn't really a factor in anything for me. The reports were that he started with $60 at 2 am. He cashed out around noon with over $500. Just hope I can be there when he donates it all back.
Anyway, my session started out great. I was hitting hands and getting paid pretty well for them. I was up around $250 in ~45 minutes. Then, I had AA cracked when a J hit the river giving one of the primary fishies a gutshot 2-outer - the other chaser held JJ. So, I dropped about $100 and prepared for the worst; usually my first bad beat just opens the door for nothng but bad news.
I coasted along for another hour or so with my stack flucuating between $250 and $350. Had AA hold up, had QQ catch a second pair on the river to knock off the guy that flopped T3o 2 pair. Why he called the PFR with T3o I have no idea, but the bottom line is I hit a river for a change.
So I was cruising along feeling OK. I ran into a several hour stretch of just brutally cold cards and managed to start bleeding. Wasn't chasing any of my crap, it just cost me a bunch to see any flops because a couple of new players started the "raising and capping about every other hand" routine. I had a couple of marginal hands go south. One was TJo that hit a KTT flop. I was on the button. Lady to my left checked, new guy 2 to my right raised, I just smooth called, lady to my left raised it, new guy called and I put the cap on it. Turn was a blank. New guy bet I raised, lady cold called, new guy called. River was a J. Lady checked, new guy checked, I figured my hand was good and opened and was called by both. Turns out that new guy was actually ahead of me all along with AT (why he didn't push back a little I have no idea), but the ugliness appeared when the lady opened up her AQ for a gutshot river.
She was bad. When she first sat down, I gave her some credit for being at least reasonably solid, but after a while she turned into a complete maniac (think the cocktails had anything to do with that?) but she was hitting anything she was looking for in sight. It was just rediculous. Her stack grew to a monsterous $600+ and she just kept going. After a while, she would leave the table for a couple of orbits come back and drag 2 or 3 big pots and then check out again. It was just making me sick.
Another guy sat down at the table and was kind of doing the same thing. He didn't have the fortune of holding onto his chips for very long and was getting a little annoyed at the guy to my right who was talking about how he was playing. The guy to my right is a pretty solid regular and I have no idea why he was jabbing (he wasn't really jabbing, just openly commenting on his plays, but the idiot was taking offense) at this idoit, but we got that settled before too long and he was digging in his pocket in short order. There's some very bad players in this place.
Anyway, my stack was slowly deteriorating and I was bored out of my mind. A constant diet of J3, 72, 94 for about 3 hours. Was able to see maybe 2 flops without having to call a raise on my BB. The few hands I did venture into were doing nothing but chipping away at my stack. I did manage to drag a few small pots in a row (at which time a federal investigation was started to determine how that was possible) and by the time I was nearing the time I had to leave, I was a stack or 2 below my buy-in. Don't know where they went, because I was just wasn't playing much, but they managed to drift away.
I was in my final orbit, had to go soon (stuck or unstuck) and I look down to see the Black Brokeback Boys, in the BB in a kill pot. Fuckin' A! Time to get some profit back. I raised to $12 and got 5 or 6 callers to the flop. Flop comes an ugly, but promising AQ4 all spades. I rolled my eyes and checked in disgust. Some splashy guy (who had been dragging far more than his share of pots) opened the pot and we got 5-6 handed to the turn for $6 ea. (yes, I called). Turn was a 4th spade. Sweet! I checked, fully expecting my c/r to get screwed up and be checked around, but the splashy guy opened for $12. I think there was at least one caller and I executed the c/r and got splashy guy to call despite the other end of the table was openly talking about my K spades (thanks you bozos!) but it didn't matter - he did hesitate briefly but called. I only had $8 left and I bet it in the dark. He was sliding in the $8 when the dealer turned up what at first glance was a brick, but my double take while watching the dealer award MY pot to splashy guy saw that the river was a red Q, pairing the board, giving splashy guy's 44 a boat. Not the worst beat in the world, but come on! Was that really necessary?
The guy to my right (who managed to build his stack, playing the same solid game that I was) groaned louder than I did and there were a few down at the other end commenting on how sucky my luck had been over the last couple hours. Splashy guy just grinned at me as if he were some kind of expert. Dealer: "You want a hand?" asking if I was going to rebuy. I mumbled something along the lines of "you haven't given me a hand in 4 hours - why start now?"
I was totally and completley dejected and came very close to swearing off poker for a good long while. As I was leaving I started on my process of wondering what I could have possibly done differently which pretty much came up "nothing" as usual and I managed to start cramming yet another fucking hard luck beat in the "vault from hell", trying to move on. That vault is getting pretty full. I'll be over it in a few days, but I gotta say that I'm getting mighty tired of the constant beat downs, watching my solid play making the splashy idiots rich. It's just killing me....