FeliciaLee
10-29-2003, 06:02 PM
Saturday, October 25, 2003
Glenn and I didn't make it to the Belle today until late. We were both trying to recover as much as possible from our colds. We knew there was a risk that I wouldn't get into the 10/20 game at all, but playing sick isn't my idea of playing 100%.
I got seated in the three seat about 10:30pm, directly to Lenny's left. I knew this would be a great night. Troy was in his usual nine seat, and a drunk maniac, with good card sense, was to my left, in the four seat.
I started off taking control of the table. There were a few people there who did not know me (Californian tourists), who visibly snickered when I entered the game. As usual, I bought in for very few chips. I got involved early, in a big hand, and was almost down to the felt (with plenty of hundreds to be converted into chips). Lenny began trying to "edumacate" these guys about my play, by loudly announcing during the hand, "I would sell you some of my chips, but YOU won't need them." Go Lenny!
I won the hand, and got a little bit more respect. The snickering and whispering stopped.
After an early lead, taking three pots in record time, I had a couple of crippling hands which left me stuck for many hours. I had T8s in the SB. The maniac to my left raised (he raised 9:10 pots, btf). I called and the flop came KTx. We checked it around. The turn was another ten and I bet. The maniac immediately raised me! I guess I should have seen warning signs when he checked the flop. Everyone else folded and I re-raised the maniac. He called. The river was a blank and I bet, he raised, I called. He had pocket kings, flopped a set and turned a full house. I was behind all along, and he trapped me into giving him a lot of chips.
This was my big mistake in the 10/20 game. Well, I hope it was my only mistake /images/graemlins/wink.gif I didn't know the maniac well enough at this point to be sure that he had any card sense whatsoever. I was thinking "drunk maniac," and that was it. This guy actually had quite a bit of sense, even if he was drunk.
Not long after this, I was dealt pocket queens. I raised, the maniac made it three bets, I capped it. The flop was all rags, the turn was a jack. I bet, the maniac raised. I re-raised, he called. I put him on a jack, even though there was no telling with him. The river was an ace and he just called my bet. He had AKo (???). Go figure. He raises when a jack comes up, but then he just flat calls my bet when he gets his ace? He was very, very drunk by this time, so there is just no telling what was going through his mind. Needless to say, I lost a very big pot, and I was crippled.
During the course of the next couple of hours, I had to use two of my hundreds to get more chips. I kept getting those "poor little girl" looks, lol. I just smiled pleasantly and played on. /images/graemlins/wink.gif
Troy was stuck hugely in the game, as well. I think he said he was stuck over 2k. But Troy and I are so much alike. We were loving the maniac and the three loose, passive players at our table. We were patient and waited for our time.
Lenny started winning lots of pots. He went from about $500 to $2500 in a short time. /images/graemlins/shocked.gif He flopped set after set, and trapped the maniac into huge pots. The maniac went from having a couple thousand in front of him, to the felt. Lenny was reaping most of the rewards, although I got a couple of pots off of the maniac during this time as well. Troy was still stuck and kept buying in for more. He was rivered time and again, only to smile pleasantly and wait.
We finally "broke" the maniac, when the last of his twenties were gone, and he could not even short-buy anymore. No one complained about his short-buying, btw, lol. /images/graemlins/smirk.gif
A good player finally got called for our game, after waiting several hours. He took the ten seat. He was young, alert and aware. I have played somewhere with him before, but I can't recall where it was. He bought in for $300. I got involved in a couple of hands with him. He won some pots off of me, but I also was able to get information. The guy was aggressive and solid, but he didn't adjust to the table. This was his downfall. He kept his aggressive stance, even though the table dynamics dictate that he should have been a little trickier in his play. I see this every Saturday night. They come to the table, they are up about $300-500 in a short period of time, but eventually they lose it all. They don't adjust.
After a few hours, we (the regulars) were able to outplay the ten seat. He would come in with a raise if he was one of the first in, in decent position, or he would raise if there were only a couple of limpers and he was in late position. He exposed himself to us. We knew he either had a pair of eights or better, or two royals which were either suited/connected, or maybe AQo. He was always dangling himself right out in the open. We knew what we had to beat, and we came from behind to bust him.
It was me who dealt the final stroke to beat the ten seat. I had taken him for two big pots right before this one, then I sucked him in, to pay me off on this one, too, when I flopped the nut flush and slow played it all the way to the river. He was down to just a couple of reds, and maybe one stack of whites. As I was stacking my chips, he left the table in disgust. He is a good player, but he has to learn how to adjust to the table dynamics, not just play straightforward, tight-aggressive throughout the whole session.
We played shorthanded for hours. The line-up was Lenny in the two seat, me in the three, followed by three extremely loose, passive Californians, then Troy in the nine seat.
We killed the Californians. I have never seen carnage such as this. They were each stuck several thousand, but kept buying in for more. I had so many chips that they were now taking up both the three and the four seat, in pyramids of red. I bluffed more than I have ever bluffed in my life. They were so passive that they would fold to any bet after the flop, if they didn't hit.
I won two pots in a row, and got the kill button. I proceeded to win the next four out of five kill pots! Sometimes I had something, sometimes I had a draw, or bottom pair. They just kept folding, and Lenny and Troy stayed out of my way.
Finally Troy started winning. It was impossible not to win, with these three guys. Once Troy had made a sufficient recovery, Lenny left the game. We were down to five, with Troy or me winning every big pot, and the Californians getting a tiny pot here or there.
By this time it was 4:30am (but in Laughlin they had just rolled back the clock, so it was technically 3:30am). I had completely lost my voice and was coughing badly again.
I knew that I had taken quite a relapse with my cold, but it was worth every minute of it to play in this game. I finally had to leave, although, under healthy circumstances I would have stayed until the Californians left. Troy was still killing them when Glenn and I left the casino.
I played this game for about six hours. I made almost $150 per hour! This was the best 10/20 game I have ever played in. Can I hope for such soft games in the future? Naw, I can only dream! /images/graemlins/cool.gif
Glenn and I didn't make it to the Belle today until late. We were both trying to recover as much as possible from our colds. We knew there was a risk that I wouldn't get into the 10/20 game at all, but playing sick isn't my idea of playing 100%.
I got seated in the three seat about 10:30pm, directly to Lenny's left. I knew this would be a great night. Troy was in his usual nine seat, and a drunk maniac, with good card sense, was to my left, in the four seat.
I started off taking control of the table. There were a few people there who did not know me (Californian tourists), who visibly snickered when I entered the game. As usual, I bought in for very few chips. I got involved early, in a big hand, and was almost down to the felt (with plenty of hundreds to be converted into chips). Lenny began trying to "edumacate" these guys about my play, by loudly announcing during the hand, "I would sell you some of my chips, but YOU won't need them." Go Lenny!
I won the hand, and got a little bit more respect. The snickering and whispering stopped.
After an early lead, taking three pots in record time, I had a couple of crippling hands which left me stuck for many hours. I had T8s in the SB. The maniac to my left raised (he raised 9:10 pots, btf). I called and the flop came KTx. We checked it around. The turn was another ten and I bet. The maniac immediately raised me! I guess I should have seen warning signs when he checked the flop. Everyone else folded and I re-raised the maniac. He called. The river was a blank and I bet, he raised, I called. He had pocket kings, flopped a set and turned a full house. I was behind all along, and he trapped me into giving him a lot of chips.
This was my big mistake in the 10/20 game. Well, I hope it was my only mistake /images/graemlins/wink.gif I didn't know the maniac well enough at this point to be sure that he had any card sense whatsoever. I was thinking "drunk maniac," and that was it. This guy actually had quite a bit of sense, even if he was drunk.
Not long after this, I was dealt pocket queens. I raised, the maniac made it three bets, I capped it. The flop was all rags, the turn was a jack. I bet, the maniac raised. I re-raised, he called. I put him on a jack, even though there was no telling with him. The river was an ace and he just called my bet. He had AKo (???). Go figure. He raises when a jack comes up, but then he just flat calls my bet when he gets his ace? He was very, very drunk by this time, so there is just no telling what was going through his mind. Needless to say, I lost a very big pot, and I was crippled.
During the course of the next couple of hours, I had to use two of my hundreds to get more chips. I kept getting those "poor little girl" looks, lol. I just smiled pleasantly and played on. /images/graemlins/wink.gif
Troy was stuck hugely in the game, as well. I think he said he was stuck over 2k. But Troy and I are so much alike. We were loving the maniac and the three loose, passive players at our table. We were patient and waited for our time.
Lenny started winning lots of pots. He went from about $500 to $2500 in a short time. /images/graemlins/shocked.gif He flopped set after set, and trapped the maniac into huge pots. The maniac went from having a couple thousand in front of him, to the felt. Lenny was reaping most of the rewards, although I got a couple of pots off of the maniac during this time as well. Troy was still stuck and kept buying in for more. He was rivered time and again, only to smile pleasantly and wait.
We finally "broke" the maniac, when the last of his twenties were gone, and he could not even short-buy anymore. No one complained about his short-buying, btw, lol. /images/graemlins/smirk.gif
A good player finally got called for our game, after waiting several hours. He took the ten seat. He was young, alert and aware. I have played somewhere with him before, but I can't recall where it was. He bought in for $300. I got involved in a couple of hands with him. He won some pots off of me, but I also was able to get information. The guy was aggressive and solid, but he didn't adjust to the table. This was his downfall. He kept his aggressive stance, even though the table dynamics dictate that he should have been a little trickier in his play. I see this every Saturday night. They come to the table, they are up about $300-500 in a short period of time, but eventually they lose it all. They don't adjust.
After a few hours, we (the regulars) were able to outplay the ten seat. He would come in with a raise if he was one of the first in, in decent position, or he would raise if there were only a couple of limpers and he was in late position. He exposed himself to us. We knew he either had a pair of eights or better, or two royals which were either suited/connected, or maybe AQo. He was always dangling himself right out in the open. We knew what we had to beat, and we came from behind to bust him.
It was me who dealt the final stroke to beat the ten seat. I had taken him for two big pots right before this one, then I sucked him in, to pay me off on this one, too, when I flopped the nut flush and slow played it all the way to the river. He was down to just a couple of reds, and maybe one stack of whites. As I was stacking my chips, he left the table in disgust. He is a good player, but he has to learn how to adjust to the table dynamics, not just play straightforward, tight-aggressive throughout the whole session.
We played shorthanded for hours. The line-up was Lenny in the two seat, me in the three, followed by three extremely loose, passive Californians, then Troy in the nine seat.
We killed the Californians. I have never seen carnage such as this. They were each stuck several thousand, but kept buying in for more. I had so many chips that they were now taking up both the three and the four seat, in pyramids of red. I bluffed more than I have ever bluffed in my life. They were so passive that they would fold to any bet after the flop, if they didn't hit.
I won two pots in a row, and got the kill button. I proceeded to win the next four out of five kill pots! Sometimes I had something, sometimes I had a draw, or bottom pair. They just kept folding, and Lenny and Troy stayed out of my way.
Finally Troy started winning. It was impossible not to win, with these three guys. Once Troy had made a sufficient recovery, Lenny left the game. We were down to five, with Troy or me winning every big pot, and the Californians getting a tiny pot here or there.
By this time it was 4:30am (but in Laughlin they had just rolled back the clock, so it was technically 3:30am). I had completely lost my voice and was coughing badly again.
I knew that I had taken quite a relapse with my cold, but it was worth every minute of it to play in this game. I finally had to leave, although, under healthy circumstances I would have stayed until the Californians left. Troy was still killing them when Glenn and I left the casino.
I played this game for about six hours. I made almost $150 per hour! This was the best 10/20 game I have ever played in. Can I hope for such soft games in the future? Naw, I can only dream! /images/graemlins/cool.gif