bisonbison
08-10-2004, 08:57 AM
bakku, ChrisDaddy and I met up around 9 last night in order to destroy a very special 3/6 table at Bay 101 in San Jose. It wasn't clear which table that would be, only that such a table existed and that we would destroy it.
I got seated first and my table was obviously the one we had been searching for for lo those many minutes on the list when wierd guys from Wisconsin would try to chat me up:
Him: It's funny the kind of people out here at cardrooms in California.
Me: yeah, you get all kinds.
Him: Yeah, a lot of Asians. And they're all good.
Me: Yeah.
Anyway, the table was the motherlode. I got acclimated by winning my first hand, flopping a set after posting between the SB and the button: bet call bet call bet call blah blah blah. It happened so fast that bakku and Chris didn't even get to watch. They were there for the second hand however.
Some indeterminate number of limpers limp to me in the CO, where I am waiting with AJo. Probably 3 limpers, though it was nearly 8 hours of poker ago, so forgive me. I raise, and get some number of calls in the blinds and all the limpers call. The flop comes J62 with 2 diamonds, I bet and get some folds. It's probably 3-handed going into the turn. The turn is the K of diamonds, I bet and get a caller. The river is the 2 of non-diamonds, the caller bets into me and I call.* I show and drag the pot and Chris immediately says "You've got to raise that river. You're weak-tight on later streets, and I'm going to share that read with you so that you can incorporate it into your play and bluff me out of several HU pots later in the evening."**
Now normally I like to pepper these stories with off-hand descriptions of people's demeanor and appearance but it was a Monday night crowd and frankly, I don't feel like making fun of the guy with the fused neck vertebrae cause he seemed like a nice guy and I'm sure he didn't wake up one morning and think "boy, neck mobility is really overrated."
And to tell you the truth, I can't remember anything else interesting that happened because I was busy reminding bakku and chris what happens when we all get together and play. Namely, that I buy in for X and leave the table with many times X. Chris and bakku tried to make up for it by buying in for over $400 each, but since my 400 chip pile was built from a normal $150 buyin, I felt and feel and will always feel immensely superior to both of them. Particularly because Chris was playing any two cards for at least two hours and because bakku spent at least 3 hours voicing his opinion that poker was designed to poop in his hat to make him cry. He wasn't even cheered up by our 3-person super-straddle, though he did get even and then some before Chris schooled us all with his mad stud skills, which don't really count because stud is slow.
All in all, another night of ridiculously solid poker on my part, maniacal action-inducing tilt from Chris, and bakku stuck once again vacilating between the light and dark sides of the 2+2 universe. Should I raise that river?
*my memory of this hand may be entirely wrong. Bakku? Chris?
**If this is not precise, it is entirely accurate.
I got seated first and my table was obviously the one we had been searching for for lo those many minutes on the list when wierd guys from Wisconsin would try to chat me up:
Him: It's funny the kind of people out here at cardrooms in California.
Me: yeah, you get all kinds.
Him: Yeah, a lot of Asians. And they're all good.
Me: Yeah.
Anyway, the table was the motherlode. I got acclimated by winning my first hand, flopping a set after posting between the SB and the button: bet call bet call bet call blah blah blah. It happened so fast that bakku and Chris didn't even get to watch. They were there for the second hand however.
Some indeterminate number of limpers limp to me in the CO, where I am waiting with AJo. Probably 3 limpers, though it was nearly 8 hours of poker ago, so forgive me. I raise, and get some number of calls in the blinds and all the limpers call. The flop comes J62 with 2 diamonds, I bet and get some folds. It's probably 3-handed going into the turn. The turn is the K of diamonds, I bet and get a caller. The river is the 2 of non-diamonds, the caller bets into me and I call.* I show and drag the pot and Chris immediately says "You've got to raise that river. You're weak-tight on later streets, and I'm going to share that read with you so that you can incorporate it into your play and bluff me out of several HU pots later in the evening."**
Now normally I like to pepper these stories with off-hand descriptions of people's demeanor and appearance but it was a Monday night crowd and frankly, I don't feel like making fun of the guy with the fused neck vertebrae cause he seemed like a nice guy and I'm sure he didn't wake up one morning and think "boy, neck mobility is really overrated."
And to tell you the truth, I can't remember anything else interesting that happened because I was busy reminding bakku and chris what happens when we all get together and play. Namely, that I buy in for X and leave the table with many times X. Chris and bakku tried to make up for it by buying in for over $400 each, but since my 400 chip pile was built from a normal $150 buyin, I felt and feel and will always feel immensely superior to both of them. Particularly because Chris was playing any two cards for at least two hours and because bakku spent at least 3 hours voicing his opinion that poker was designed to poop in his hat to make him cry. He wasn't even cheered up by our 3-person super-straddle, though he did get even and then some before Chris schooled us all with his mad stud skills, which don't really count because stud is slow.
All in all, another night of ridiculously solid poker on my part, maniacal action-inducing tilt from Chris, and bakku stuck once again vacilating between the light and dark sides of the 2+2 universe. Should I raise that river?
*my memory of this hand may be entirely wrong. Bakku? Chris?
**If this is not precise, it is entirely accurate.