mosch
02-24-2004, 02:52 AM
Due to a personal emergency, I found myself in Connecticut, with time to kill. As such, I decided to fill that time playing cards at Foxwoods.
Day one: uneventful 10/20 table starring the world's angriest man. Whenever his cards were snapped he'd curse, and whine, and talk about how stupid the other person was. He did this even if the other person had played brilliantly. No notable hands really, just eeked out an $82 profit in about four hours.
Day two: I showed up with two friends of mine who live in Connecticut at around 4pm. We were greatly relieved to see that there was action on the poker room, on a Monday afternoon... wow, foxwoods never sleeps! I got on a 10/20 populated with coaches, got a table change to one that had better players, but was far more enjoyable over all. Plenty of soft spots at first, though they actually dried up. It was odd being in a 10/20 game where player flaws were all relatively minor.
The hand of the night actually came as I was about to leave. I went over to the 4/8 table my friend was playing in, a table which featured three 2+2ers (Deez Nuts, Bear, and I Forget). On his last hand, he asked me if he should straddle. I asked if he was down for the night, he said yes, and I replied with the worst possible advice: 'absolutely! You can't get even if you don't raise this hand up!' (note: this is NOT true! normally this will not pan out. do not attempt at home.)
Summary of the hand: my friend had 6-9, the board was 9889x, and he netted a rack of yellow chips and about a half hour of laughter at our retardation.
Good games, and my apologies to the 2+2ers in the 4/8 who were hit by my incredibly stupid straddle advice.
(one interesting game was spread tonight, that I didn't play in... a 5/10 HOE. I was tempted, but at the time my 10/20 was still in ultra-loose-passive mode)
Day one: uneventful 10/20 table starring the world's angriest man. Whenever his cards were snapped he'd curse, and whine, and talk about how stupid the other person was. He did this even if the other person had played brilliantly. No notable hands really, just eeked out an $82 profit in about four hours.
Day two: I showed up with two friends of mine who live in Connecticut at around 4pm. We were greatly relieved to see that there was action on the poker room, on a Monday afternoon... wow, foxwoods never sleeps! I got on a 10/20 populated with coaches, got a table change to one that had better players, but was far more enjoyable over all. Plenty of soft spots at first, though they actually dried up. It was odd being in a 10/20 game where player flaws were all relatively minor.
The hand of the night actually came as I was about to leave. I went over to the 4/8 table my friend was playing in, a table which featured three 2+2ers (Deez Nuts, Bear, and I Forget). On his last hand, he asked me if he should straddle. I asked if he was down for the night, he said yes, and I replied with the worst possible advice: 'absolutely! You can't get even if you don't raise this hand up!' (note: this is NOT true! normally this will not pan out. do not attempt at home.)
Summary of the hand: my friend had 6-9, the board was 9889x, and he netted a rack of yellow chips and about a half hour of laughter at our retardation.
Good games, and my apologies to the 2+2ers in the 4/8 who were hit by my incredibly stupid straddle advice.
(one interesting game was spread tonight, that I didn't play in... a 5/10 HOE. I was tempted, but at the time my 10/20 was still in ultra-loose-passive mode)