casinogosain
01-10-2005, 01:15 AM
As promised, my thoughts on this past Friday night at Trump, IN:
My buddy Jason calls me around 9:15pm, saying that he will be by to pick my up at 10, which is about an hour later than I wanted to leave the house, but what can you do? He shows up at 10:20 with one of the girls (GF) he is presently dating. WTF? He has told me about this girl in the past - one day he mentioned to her that he plays in a home game (mine) and she says "I take people's money in poker." So I was intrigued.
I predict on the ride down that GF will be the youngest and least skanky woman in the poker room.
During the drive I call ahead and put us on lists - Jason and GF for 3/6, myself for 10/20 and the small NL game (I took a short roll). Amy asks how/where I've been. I don't know if its a good or bad thing that the floor staff know me.
We get there and the parking garage is both packed and poorly cleared of snow. You'd think that they could spend a buck or two on making parking easier.
We walk into the poker room and I notice that it has changed dramatically. When last I was there, back in November, they had 16 tables. There are now at least 6 more - which was both good and bad. The good - short lists; I am immediately seated at 10/20 (a new table had apparantly started while I was driving in); Jason and GF are seated within five minutes at 3/6. The bad - really crowded; when seated, your seat backs abut the table behind you. There used to be room to have people watching a table two-deep around each one. No longer the case. Whatever.
My first table (I'm on a must move) was the loosest I've seen 10/20 at Trump. Bear in mind that this is their highest limit, although the big NL game has the real money on the table. [I did look at the NL game for a bit, and saw at least three soft spots, two good/tricky players, and the rest unknowns, but the average stack was in the 1.5-2k range, and I was short for tonight]. At the 10/20 we had at least three, but more often 4-7 players/flop. We had community pots. We had really questionable hands being shown down. I folded a lot - in fact I didn't play a hand for three orbits, or so. The only hand I even considered in that time was AJo UTG, but I mucked it. Finally, I get black aces in the BB. It is a kill pot, and the killer is the button - having just won back-to-back hands with quads then tens full. Hand:
10/20 (1/2 kill) - 15/30:
Two limpers, Button raises, SB calls, BB (me) raises, both limpers call two bets, Button calls, SB calls.
Flop: KK8. [Oh well]
Suffice it to say, I ended up losing to the button's K5o. SB stayed the whole way with JJ. Whatever.
My last hand at the table - another kill pot. I'm down to around 200 from my 500 buy-in. I have red fives UTG:
10/20 (1/2) kill - 15/30:
UTG (me) raises, two callers, Button re-raises, SB calls, BB calls, I call, others call.
Flop: AK5. [sweet]
I leave the table up around 100 and get moved to the "main game."
I arrive at the main game and find that we are playing seven-handed (with my arrival). The last game was playing eight-handed (before I left). I guess balancing the games is all well and good, but I would rather have stayed at the first table. I don't like must-move games.
This table has one player that I've played with here before - young, tight, somewhat tricky. There appear to be multiple buddies of his on the other end of the table drinking/having a good time. I should mention here that I was drinking heavily the whole time.
At this table, there is no limping. Lots of multi-way raised/capped pots. Lots of capped kill-pots. Lots of straddles. I oblige and play along. I hemorrhage chips. The woman to my immediate left is 80+ years-old, and does not appreciate my language.
Last hand of the night - another kill pot...I'm the SB with 68h
UTG straddles (in a kill pot!), three callers, buttons raises, I re-raise blind, BB calls, straddler and others all call.
Flop: 688. [sweet]
I leave down 19BB. At no point did any 2+2ers come up and identify themselves to me, although I believe that I was spotted sitting at the 10/20 near the cage.
Jason did well, posting a 16BB win. GF posted a 5BB loss.
I was wrong in my prediction; GF was neither the youngest (jailbait alert!) nor least skanky girl (10/20 grandma) in the room.
I stop at the Evanal to relieve myself before returning to the car.
-Ash
My buddy Jason calls me around 9:15pm, saying that he will be by to pick my up at 10, which is about an hour later than I wanted to leave the house, but what can you do? He shows up at 10:20 with one of the girls (GF) he is presently dating. WTF? He has told me about this girl in the past - one day he mentioned to her that he plays in a home game (mine) and she says "I take people's money in poker." So I was intrigued.
I predict on the ride down that GF will be the youngest and least skanky woman in the poker room.
During the drive I call ahead and put us on lists - Jason and GF for 3/6, myself for 10/20 and the small NL game (I took a short roll). Amy asks how/where I've been. I don't know if its a good or bad thing that the floor staff know me.
We get there and the parking garage is both packed and poorly cleared of snow. You'd think that they could spend a buck or two on making parking easier.
We walk into the poker room and I notice that it has changed dramatically. When last I was there, back in November, they had 16 tables. There are now at least 6 more - which was both good and bad. The good - short lists; I am immediately seated at 10/20 (a new table had apparantly started while I was driving in); Jason and GF are seated within five minutes at 3/6. The bad - really crowded; when seated, your seat backs abut the table behind you. There used to be room to have people watching a table two-deep around each one. No longer the case. Whatever.
My first table (I'm on a must move) was the loosest I've seen 10/20 at Trump. Bear in mind that this is their highest limit, although the big NL game has the real money on the table. [I did look at the NL game for a bit, and saw at least three soft spots, two good/tricky players, and the rest unknowns, but the average stack was in the 1.5-2k range, and I was short for tonight]. At the 10/20 we had at least three, but more often 4-7 players/flop. We had community pots. We had really questionable hands being shown down. I folded a lot - in fact I didn't play a hand for three orbits, or so. The only hand I even considered in that time was AJo UTG, but I mucked it. Finally, I get black aces in the BB. It is a kill pot, and the killer is the button - having just won back-to-back hands with quads then tens full. Hand:
10/20 (1/2 kill) - 15/30:
Two limpers, Button raises, SB calls, BB (me) raises, both limpers call two bets, Button calls, SB calls.
Flop: KK8. [Oh well]
Suffice it to say, I ended up losing to the button's K5o. SB stayed the whole way with JJ. Whatever.
My last hand at the table - another kill pot. I'm down to around 200 from my 500 buy-in. I have red fives UTG:
10/20 (1/2) kill - 15/30:
UTG (me) raises, two callers, Button re-raises, SB calls, BB calls, I call, others call.
Flop: AK5. [sweet]
I leave the table up around 100 and get moved to the "main game."
I arrive at the main game and find that we are playing seven-handed (with my arrival). The last game was playing eight-handed (before I left). I guess balancing the games is all well and good, but I would rather have stayed at the first table. I don't like must-move games.
This table has one player that I've played with here before - young, tight, somewhat tricky. There appear to be multiple buddies of his on the other end of the table drinking/having a good time. I should mention here that I was drinking heavily the whole time.
At this table, there is no limping. Lots of multi-way raised/capped pots. Lots of capped kill-pots. Lots of straddles. I oblige and play along. I hemorrhage chips. The woman to my immediate left is 80+ years-old, and does not appreciate my language.
Last hand of the night - another kill pot...I'm the SB with 68h
UTG straddles (in a kill pot!), three callers, buttons raises, I re-raise blind, BB calls, straddler and others all call.
Flop: 688. [sweet]
I leave down 19BB. At no point did any 2+2ers come up and identify themselves to me, although I believe that I was spotted sitting at the 10/20 near the cage.
Jason did well, posting a 16BB win. GF posted a 5BB loss.
I was wrong in my prediction; GF was neither the youngest (jailbait alert!) nor least skanky girl (10/20 grandma) in the room.
I stop at the Evanal to relieve myself before returning to the car.
-Ash