Scene: Commerce Casino, L.A.
Time: 2:3opm
I left the Bullitt with the valet and entered the poker room the same way I always do. It felt the same as usual, too. That was a good start. It didn't take long to get a seat as there were five 5-10NL tables and one must move running. Fortunately, the must move turned to a regular table after a little while and I never had to move. While many players at Commerce constantly change seats and tables to find a lucky spot, I know the way to win is to know as much about your opponents as possible. That takes time. So I was happy to sit tight at table 7, seat 2.
These players made up a weak group of limpers that has become more common as of late. There are pluses and minuses playing with a group like this. A minus is when so many players limp in, a late position raise (usually from me) must be higher than normal. With no limpers ahead of me, my standard raise is to $30. With one limper, $35. Two limpers, $40. The higher the preflop raise and the more callers, the more expensive it is to play after the flop. There were a few occassions when there were 4 or 5 limpers when I found a hand like A-Q or T-T in late position. I had to try to thin the field. Unfortunately, these guys were all making the typical play of limp-call-any-raise-with-any-hand. So it went to the flop four or five handed several times.
In one early hand, I was replying to a text msg from Kid when I looked to find Q-Q. With two limpers, I raised to $40. The BB and both limpers called. The flop was K-8-3 rainbow. I thought momentarily about giving up on the hand but everyone checked to me and I decided to do the right thing and continue with a bet of $65. Only the blind called. I knew I was toast. After we both checked the turn, I was sure he would bet the river. But he checked. There was no value in betting there so I checked, too. He showed K-4o. That is just the kind of player he is. He had made up his mind to call me down with no kicker, thinking he was beat, giving me credit but not showing it.
The very next hand, I woke up with K-K. Again two limpers so I made my standard raise. This time, the button called so I didn't have position. Then both limpers called and we headed to the flop four-handed again. I did not want to see an Ace. The flop was pretty good for me with Q-J-8 and two hearts. It was checked to me and I almost just pushed all in with my last $190. Instead, I paused to consider the possibilities. Certainly, anyone holding T-9 would be slow playing it. But I didn't think anyone had that. I just didn't read that kind of strength. My only concern was that the button might have called with J-J and had me drawing almost dead. As I thought about this, I realized there was no need to move all-in. It would be an overbet that would likely appear weak. Plus, anyone that would call that bet would also call a smaller one. But a smaller bet that left me pot-committed could actually convey more strength and I would not necessarily have to get all my chips in even if someone called.
I decided on $120 into the $175 pot. Strong enough, I thought. Nope. The button called and I thought my fear of a set was reality. The other players folded and we were heads up. I asked him if he had a set to which he appeared to almost reveal his hand. But I was not all in so that would have been a slight mistake to my advantage. The turn was a J that didn't change anything except lead me to think he would only have me with a set of Q's. I checked thinking my opponent would realize I was pot-committed and just check if he didn't have a set or better. However, he did bet and I quickly called. The river was another 8. That could not have been good for me. I turned up my Kings and he slowly mucked. Phew! Nice big pot.
Back to the limper issues...A plus: I really like when players constantly limp on my BB. I take advantage of this terrible play by playing my hand blind and checking all the way. I won't look at my cards until someone bets. Most of the time, I have nothing so the play to that point is exactly how I would have played had I known what I held. Sometimes, I wake up with a big hand. Sometimes the nuts. Then I can call of raise and take down a decent little pot considering that I haven't had to expend any energy up to that point.
This happened in a hand involving six of us including the guy I went heads up aginst with my K's (he looked like a miniature version of Chris Moneymaker...Moneymaker Jr...I'll call him MMJ). The flop was 8-7-3 rainbow. The turn was another 8. The river was a Q. We had all checked to this point. Then MMJ bet $25 into the $60 pot. It folded to me and I finally checked my cards -- A-8. Beatiful. I quickly reviewed the board to make sure there was no straight or flush possible then raised to $75. He called instantly and slapped down his Q-6 as if he thought it was definitely the best hand. No, sir. That ridiculous limp in with Qs-6s cost you $110 in total. I thank you.
This happened again later on with MMJ when he bet $20 into a board of Ac-Qc-5c-4d. I found A-5 for two pair and decided to call since he probably only had a flush draw at best. We both checked the turn and he was disgusted at what he saw. Sorry, sir. That was your own bad play that cost you another $30.
After that he started mumbling "he can't be beat," as if I had been sucking out on him. He also mumbled about the my K's hand, saying that he had two pair and I caught an 8 on the river. I got his attention (he was wearing headphones) to ask him which hand he was talking about. He said he had two pair when I had kings and the 8 that paired the board on the river had saved me. I humored him but knew he was full of it because the board had paired jacks on the turn. He was only fooling himself.
There is one more hand that I want to write about but I need to get going. I have to hit the gym before the card room today. I felt like crap after only 6 1/2 hours of play yesterday and attribute that to my decayed physical condition. I've got to get back to working out regularly.
By the way, the net result for my first day was a moderate winner of $346. My high point was +$710 but things went quite stale and no one showed any respect for my tight play. Still, a good positive start.
SEEYa
Friday, August 18, 2006
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
"Tomorrow will be the most beautiful day of Raymond K. Hessle's life. His breakfast will taste better than any meal you and I have ever had." -- Tyler (Fight Club)
Tomorrow is the first day of my new life. At least it didn't take Tyler Durden holding a gun to my head to get me to do it. Although, if you've been reading, it may have felt like a gun to your head.
Today is the last day on the job. Last day of the cross-county commute. Last day in a cubicle. Last day in the rat race...for at least a little while. Hopefully forever.
I just got back from a farewell lunch with my coworkers. However I may have made it seem, they are nice people. I like them. (Of course, I can say that because none of the ones that I don't like were at lunch.) During the meal, they asked what I was planning to do and I told them. It came as a surprise to all because I haven't been advertising the fact that I will be playing poker full time. I was happy to find good responses and well wishes from each on them.
It turns out, everyone wishes they could take a similar chance. A chance at something that isn't in a corporate building. On something that they really enjoy and maybe love. I also realized that I can stay in touch with a few of the more likable people because they play tennis together several times each week. I've played with them a few time, too. So I'll try to meet up with them on the courts now and then.
More and more, I am sure it is the right thing for me to do. It starts tomorrow. But it seems like I've already been doing it for a while. I've certainly been preparing for a long time. Just a few more hours and no more alarm clock. Woo Hoo!
SEEYa
Tomorrow is the first day of my new life. At least it didn't take Tyler Durden holding a gun to my head to get me to do it. Although, if you've been reading, it may have felt like a gun to your head.
Today is the last day on the job. Last day of the cross-county commute. Last day in a cubicle. Last day in the rat race...for at least a little while. Hopefully forever.
I just got back from a farewell lunch with my coworkers. However I may have made it seem, they are nice people. I like them. (Of course, I can say that because none of the ones that I don't like were at lunch.) During the meal, they asked what I was planning to do and I told them. It came as a surprise to all because I haven't been advertising the fact that I will be playing poker full time. I was happy to find good responses and well wishes from each on them.
It turns out, everyone wishes they could take a similar chance. A chance at something that isn't in a corporate building. On something that they really enjoy and maybe love. I also realized that I can stay in touch with a few of the more likable people because they play tennis together several times each week. I've played with them a few time, too. So I'll try to meet up with them on the courts now and then.
More and more, I am sure it is the right thing for me to do. It starts tomorrow. But it seems like I've already been doing it for a while. I've certainly been preparing for a long time. Just a few more hours and no more alarm clock. Woo Hoo!
SEEYa
Thursday, August 10, 2006
She's Standing Again
I finally finished installing the new leaf springs on the Mustang. She's not walking just yet, but she can stand. The rear end is assembled and the wheels are on. There were a lot of little road blocks along the way. That and little daylight available when I would work on it in the evenings made for a long, trying but ultimately rewarding effort. I'll soon post some pictures of all my work so far. Next I have to finish assembling four wheel dollies so I can easily move the car around in the garage and out of the way so my mother can park when I am not working in there.
Meanwhile, the days are ticking away slowly toward my new career. There is a lot to be done at work but its not making things go by any faster. Oh, well. Only four more days on the job.
SEEYa
Meanwhile, the days are ticking away slowly toward my new career. There is a lot to be done at work but its not making things go by any faster. Oh, well. Only four more days on the job.
SEEYa
Friday, August 04, 2006
The good/bad/good-again news
I haven't been writing about poker for a while because I started to feel like I could be coming off as a fraud. Constantly dwelling on plans to quit my job and play poker full time. It truly was my intention to follow through with everything I wrote about. And now...
The deed is done. I gave notice at work yesterday. In less than two weeks, I will begin a new chapter in my life. First and foremost, this will be an indefinite break from the corporate routine. I have wanted to simply take time off for a long time. Fortunately, I have poker. And I'll find out if my abilities in the game can sustain me financially. So I might be shopping my resume' in 6 months or I might never have to again...or I might find something entirely different that I love to do.
Its a scary and exciting time. Time will tell.
...more to come...
SEEYa
The deed is done. I gave notice at work yesterday. In less than two weeks, I will begin a new chapter in my life. First and foremost, this will be an indefinite break from the corporate routine. I have wanted to simply take time off for a long time. Fortunately, I have poker. And I'll find out if my abilities in the game can sustain me financially. So I might be shopping my resume' in 6 months or I might never have to again...or I might find something entirely different that I love to do.
Its a scary and exciting time. Time will tell.
...more to come...
SEEYa
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Still Card Dead
I'm supposed to be writing a tech spec and/or figuring out how to run FirstLogic from DataStage right now. But I don't much feel like it. Instead, I'm going to write about Monday night.
In follow up to my last post, I did, in fact, go play poker at Commerce. When 8:30pm rolled around, I was in between getting in the car and staying planted on the couch to watch nothing in particular on TV. I finally hit the street at about 8:50pm. No traffic so I arrived at the Commerce Casino's valet near 9:20pm.
I have a little superstition that has developed around my arrivals at Commerce. When I leave my car at the valet, I could use any of three casino entrances. The furthest is a short cut along the driveway and would put me right at the lower section where I play. The nearest entry is right next to where I drop off but leads to a hotel registration desk just north of the top section. This is where I normally enter. I realized some time ago that I could not recall ever going through another entrance. Couple that with my history of generally running good and leaving winner at Commerce and a superstition was formed.
But I'm not really superstitious. So this time, when I caught myself heading for the middle thoroughfare, I opted to continue on via its revolving door. Maybe that was the root of my demise...but I don't think so.
I'm still card dead. Its been a week and a half now. That's not very long but, given my intended venture into professional play, its hardly reassuring. Let me be clear. I'm not running bad. If that were the case, I'd have lost a significant amount in my recent sessions with big hands running into bigger hands or big draws. In contrast, I have not been getting cards to even consider playing. So I haven't found much trouble. For instance...
A couple Fridays ago, I went to the Bike. I had not played at the Bike in at least a year and was happy to find a lot of improvements in the top section (that's where they run 3-5NL and above). The tables and chairs are nice and the dealers and floor people seem to really know what they are doing. Unfortunately, I'm not all that fond of the games they run. Their 5-10NL (my game of choice) has a $500 min buy-in with no max. So, depending on the table, it can require a minimum of $1000 in play to play it right.
I put my name of the list for the two 5-10NL games that were running anyway. But after waiting ten minutes, watching both tables, I realized I was not likely going to get a seat at one of them for quite some time. The action was slow and most players seemed very rocky. So I opted to put my name on the list for their 5-5NL game as well. It has a spread buy-in from 300 to 500 so at least there is a cap. But I feared those blinds would make it like a 3-5 game.
After another 5 minutes or so, the board for 5-5NL had grown enough to start another table. I was one of the first to appear and snagged the 2s. Once under way, I realized that this was definitely not like 3-5. Several of the players were aggressive with their preflop bets, typically $40 with no one limping in front, and that style was adopted by the more passive players. It turned out this would play more like a 5-10NL game...good. Unfortunately, as I have been whining about, I didn't find many playable hands without a raise ahead of me. In the long run, I managed to work out a $150 winner for 5 1/2 hours of play.
On the following Wednesday night, I headed back to the Bike. My plans to play tennis with John had fallen through so I figured I might as well do something productive. Poker is productive, right? Right. This time, there was only one 5-10NL game running and there were two open seats. I decided against playing it because players appeared to be giving no action. Everyone was sitting around waiting for the preflop nuts. Once again, I got into a new 5-5NL game. Still card dead, I played well and minimized my down swing through 2 1/2 hours. In the last 30 minutes there, some players packed up and a couple others sat out leaving us 4 handed. We played on for a few rounds which was to my advantage. I had a clear edge on these guys short-handed. I dragged the blinds a few times and got action in one pot that I was able to take down on the turn. After that, the other players decided it best to wait for the 'out' players to return. They did shortly and we played a few hands 6-handed. But I still wasn't finding any cards and I was stuck so I decided to bug out. I cashed out, stuck $160.
Instead of going home, I headed for Commerce. I didn't think there would be much action there because tournaments were running at the Bike. But it was worth a short trek to check it out. Unfortunately, the short trek took a long time. I had never taken the drive between the Bike and Commerce before so I didn't know there is no 5 south connector from the 710 north. I blew past the 5 and turned around at the next off-ramp. Good news: There is a 5s connector from the 710s. How in the...!? Whatever. I made it to the 5 only to find gridlock. The two right lanes were closed nearing the Commerce exit. Turned out they were closed at the exit and it was closed, too.
I started thinking that this entire journey might be a sign that I should just call it a night...but, like I said, I'm not really superstitious and I don't believe in signs (especially the one for the 5s). One exit later and I was back-tracking to the casino. Pulled up to the valet, went through the usual entrance, walked past the top section and was pleased to find the lower section buzzing. However, there was a list for 5-10NL and it was already late. I just wanted to get into action. So I took an immediate seat in a 3-5NL game. I figured I could at least take advantage of the lower class of players even if I didn't get any cards.
And that's the way it went. I played for another 2 1/2 hours and cashed winner for the room but stuck $30 overall. Not bad considering one of the rare big hands I found, KK, fell to pocket JJ. I had disguised my hand preflop by just calling a raise in position. Then I raised him on a Q-high flop. He called and checked a rag on the turn. I moved in for my last $120 into a $240 pot. After sweating over it for about a minute, he called saying, "If you've got queens, you're good." I showed him my kings to which he did not appear happy. The river brought a J and he gleefully turned up his cards to show the winning set. It didn't phase me as I reached into my pocket for a re-buy. The rest of the players at the table were more surprised by the way I handled it than the way the hand came out. I later told them, "Its nothing we haven't seen before. There were two jacks in the deck. So it wasn't a 'miracle.'"
That was my first loss in quite some time. But I was happy with my play and the fact that it was only a small loss. Now we come to Monday. I felt a need to play poker and try to expell the bad-card demons. I arrived at Commerce casino with no trouble this time out. And I landed in a 5-10NL game right away. To my delight, there were a ton of chips in play at this full table. Two guys had over $800, one had about $1100, another had $1800, and the big stack had $2800. That's pretty damned good for a $400 fixed buy-in. Fortunately, these guys were wild and good to give action. Unfortunately, I still wasn't finding any cards. It started to have a physical effect on me, too. I didn't have much to say. Its not my style to sit quietly in a game. However, I would have found it difficult to get a word in since most of the players at this table were motor mouths. My mood was worsened by the subject matter: bad beat stories and critiques of every hand (if you had blah blah, I would have blah blah).
Eventually, the table got down to 5-handed and we asked the floor man to find us seats. There were plenty available for us. I got first pick after drawing the high card (best hand I found all week). So I spotted an empty 3s in a game that was full and appeared to be pretty soft. It was a good read as there were no tough players. But, like the previous table, these guys were yapping about bad beats...and my streak continued. There were raises ahead of me and I woke up with junk. It became apparent that limping was allowed in a lot of pots so I tried to get involved in position with small-mid suited connectors and any suited aces. Too bad I kept finding 6-2o and J-3o. Not much limping for me.
Then I found a couple good starters. After two limpers, I raised to $40 with A-Qo in middle position. Two callers behind then one of the limpers moved all-in for about $240 more. That would just about put me all-in, too. I laid it down, one person called (with 6-4o) and the raiser showed A-Ko. Good laydown on my part but it was painful.
A couple rounds later, I found 9-9 in middle position. There were already three limpers. I decided not to raise because I would have to make it $50 and didn't want to create such a big pot knowing that I would get action. So I joined in the limp-fest. One other guy limped in behind me then one of the blinds raised to $50. I had already planned to call a reasonable raise. This was it. I would also have position on the raiser. However, one of the early limpers reraised to $150. I counted down my chips just because I hadn't had anything to think about all night. But I wasn't ever going to call. I folded. So did the first raiser. The reraiser showed J-J. Another good laydown but still painful.
Two hands later, I picked up T-T. I opened raised to $35 (the extra $5 was a mistake because I thought there was one limper). One player called then the button raise $100 more. I went into the tank to see if I could muster up some gamble or find any reason to put this guy on less than a big pair. At that point, I would have pushed all-in if I thought he had A-K. But I new he had a monster. I folded as did the other player and the button showed K-K. This is gettin' re-god-damned-diculous!
It was more of nothing for a little while longer before I decided to pack it in. I cashed out loser $261. Not bad considering I was just sitting there, bleeding all night. Most people would have dropped a couple buy-ins. So I'm proud of my patience and control. But I still need to get this monkey off my back. A solid winning session is in order. Don't look for it too soon, though. I won't be able to play again this week. But with no plans for the weekend, I'll look forward to another trip to Commerce on Saturday. Pray for me.
SEEYa
In follow up to my last post, I did, in fact, go play poker at Commerce. When 8:30pm rolled around, I was in between getting in the car and staying planted on the couch to watch nothing in particular on TV. I finally hit the street at about 8:50pm. No traffic so I arrived at the Commerce Casino's valet near 9:20pm.
I have a little superstition that has developed around my arrivals at Commerce. When I leave my car at the valet, I could use any of three casino entrances. The furthest is a short cut along the driveway and would put me right at the lower section where I play. The nearest entry is right next to where I drop off but leads to a hotel registration desk just north of the top section. This is where I normally enter. I realized some time ago that I could not recall ever going through another entrance. Couple that with my history of generally running good and leaving winner at Commerce and a superstition was formed.
But I'm not really superstitious. So this time, when I caught myself heading for the middle thoroughfare, I opted to continue on via its revolving door. Maybe that was the root of my demise...but I don't think so.
I'm still card dead. Its been a week and a half now. That's not very long but, given my intended venture into professional play, its hardly reassuring. Let me be clear. I'm not running bad. If that were the case, I'd have lost a significant amount in my recent sessions with big hands running into bigger hands or big draws. In contrast, I have not been getting cards to even consider playing. So I haven't found much trouble. For instance...
A couple Fridays ago, I went to the Bike. I had not played at the Bike in at least a year and was happy to find a lot of improvements in the top section (that's where they run 3-5NL and above). The tables and chairs are nice and the dealers and floor people seem to really know what they are doing. Unfortunately, I'm not all that fond of the games they run. Their 5-10NL (my game of choice) has a $500 min buy-in with no max. So, depending on the table, it can require a minimum of $1000 in play to play it right.
I put my name of the list for the two 5-10NL games that were running anyway. But after waiting ten minutes, watching both tables, I realized I was not likely going to get a seat at one of them for quite some time. The action was slow and most players seemed very rocky. So I opted to put my name on the list for their 5-5NL game as well. It has a spread buy-in from 300 to 500 so at least there is a cap. But I feared those blinds would make it like a 3-5 game.
After another 5 minutes or so, the board for 5-5NL had grown enough to start another table. I was one of the first to appear and snagged the 2s. Once under way, I realized that this was definitely not like 3-5. Several of the players were aggressive with their preflop bets, typically $40 with no one limping in front, and that style was adopted by the more passive players. It turned out this would play more like a 5-10NL game...good. Unfortunately, as I have been whining about, I didn't find many playable hands without a raise ahead of me. In the long run, I managed to work out a $150 winner for 5 1/2 hours of play.
On the following Wednesday night, I headed back to the Bike. My plans to play tennis with John had fallen through so I figured I might as well do something productive. Poker is productive, right? Right. This time, there was only one 5-10NL game running and there were two open seats. I decided against playing it because players appeared to be giving no action. Everyone was sitting around waiting for the preflop nuts. Once again, I got into a new 5-5NL game. Still card dead, I played well and minimized my down swing through 2 1/2 hours. In the last 30 minutes there, some players packed up and a couple others sat out leaving us 4 handed. We played on for a few rounds which was to my advantage. I had a clear edge on these guys short-handed. I dragged the blinds a few times and got action in one pot that I was able to take down on the turn. After that, the other players decided it best to wait for the 'out' players to return. They did shortly and we played a few hands 6-handed. But I still wasn't finding any cards and I was stuck so I decided to bug out. I cashed out, stuck $160.
Instead of going home, I headed for Commerce. I didn't think there would be much action there because tournaments were running at the Bike. But it was worth a short trek to check it out. Unfortunately, the short trek took a long time. I had never taken the drive between the Bike and Commerce before so I didn't know there is no 5 south connector from the 710 north. I blew past the 5 and turned around at the next off-ramp. Good news: There is a 5s connector from the 710s. How in the...!? Whatever. I made it to the 5 only to find gridlock. The two right lanes were closed nearing the Commerce exit. Turned out they were closed at the exit and it was closed, too.
I started thinking that this entire journey might be a sign that I should just call it a night...but, like I said, I'm not really superstitious and I don't believe in signs (especially the one for the 5s). One exit later and I was back-tracking to the casino. Pulled up to the valet, went through the usual entrance, walked past the top section and was pleased to find the lower section buzzing. However, there was a list for 5-10NL and it was already late. I just wanted to get into action. So I took an immediate seat in a 3-5NL game. I figured I could at least take advantage of the lower class of players even if I didn't get any cards.
And that's the way it went. I played for another 2 1/2 hours and cashed winner for the room but stuck $30 overall. Not bad considering one of the rare big hands I found, KK, fell to pocket JJ. I had disguised my hand preflop by just calling a raise in position. Then I raised him on a Q-high flop. He called and checked a rag on the turn. I moved in for my last $120 into a $240 pot. After sweating over it for about a minute, he called saying, "If you've got queens, you're good." I showed him my kings to which he did not appear happy. The river brought a J and he gleefully turned up his cards to show the winning set. It didn't phase me as I reached into my pocket for a re-buy. The rest of the players at the table were more surprised by the way I handled it than the way the hand came out. I later told them, "Its nothing we haven't seen before. There were two jacks in the deck. So it wasn't a 'miracle.'"
That was my first loss in quite some time. But I was happy with my play and the fact that it was only a small loss. Now we come to Monday. I felt a need to play poker and try to expell the bad-card demons. I arrived at Commerce casino with no trouble this time out. And I landed in a 5-10NL game right away. To my delight, there were a ton of chips in play at this full table. Two guys had over $800, one had about $1100, another had $1800, and the big stack had $2800. That's pretty damned good for a $400 fixed buy-in. Fortunately, these guys were wild and good to give action. Unfortunately, I still wasn't finding any cards. It started to have a physical effect on me, too. I didn't have much to say. Its not my style to sit quietly in a game. However, I would have found it difficult to get a word in since most of the players at this table were motor mouths. My mood was worsened by the subject matter: bad beat stories and critiques of every hand (if you had blah blah, I would have blah blah).
Eventually, the table got down to 5-handed and we asked the floor man to find us seats. There were plenty available for us. I got first pick after drawing the high card (best hand I found all week). So I spotted an empty 3s in a game that was full and appeared to be pretty soft. It was a good read as there were no tough players. But, like the previous table, these guys were yapping about bad beats...and my streak continued. There were raises ahead of me and I woke up with junk. It became apparent that limping was allowed in a lot of pots so I tried to get involved in position with small-mid suited connectors and any suited aces. Too bad I kept finding 6-2o and J-3o. Not much limping for me.
Then I found a couple good starters. After two limpers, I raised to $40 with A-Qo in middle position. Two callers behind then one of the limpers moved all-in for about $240 more. That would just about put me all-in, too. I laid it down, one person called (with 6-4o) and the raiser showed A-Ko. Good laydown on my part but it was painful.
A couple rounds later, I found 9-9 in middle position. There were already three limpers. I decided not to raise because I would have to make it $50 and didn't want to create such a big pot knowing that I would get action. So I joined in the limp-fest. One other guy limped in behind me then one of the blinds raised to $50. I had already planned to call a reasonable raise. This was it. I would also have position on the raiser. However, one of the early limpers reraised to $150. I counted down my chips just because I hadn't had anything to think about all night. But I wasn't ever going to call. I folded. So did the first raiser. The reraiser showed J-J. Another good laydown but still painful.
Two hands later, I picked up T-T. I opened raised to $35 (the extra $5 was a mistake because I thought there was one limper). One player called then the button raise $100 more. I went into the tank to see if I could muster up some gamble or find any reason to put this guy on less than a big pair. At that point, I would have pushed all-in if I thought he had A-K. But I new he had a monster. I folded as did the other player and the button showed K-K. This is gettin' re-god-damned-diculous!
It was more of nothing for a little while longer before I decided to pack it in. I cashed out loser $261. Not bad considering I was just sitting there, bleeding all night. Most people would have dropped a couple buy-ins. So I'm proud of my patience and control. But I still need to get this monkey off my back. A solid winning session is in order. Don't look for it too soon, though. I won't be able to play again this week. But with no plans for the weekend, I'll look forward to another trip to Commerce on Saturday. Pray for me.
SEEYa
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