I've been on Monte Carlo and high hand fire lately. Last Thursday I hit quad 8s, quad Qs and AAAQQ for a high hand. I flopped both sets of quads. If I'm going to get quads I flop them about 98% of the time. I had people betting into me both times. Nice. I had to fill out the damn W9 because I was already over $700 for the year and I only played once or twice in January. Shoot.
On Saturday or Sunday (can't remember which) I flopped quad 7s. Again I had a poor guy betting into me with a full house. Sometimes I feel bad. Not often though - LOL. On Monday I hit a jack high straight flush for $300. Last night I got another high hand with AAA1010 - 15 minutes before the deadline. About 30 minutes before the deadline I got AAA88 but shared it with Greg. I hate to share - ha!
All in all it's been a pretty darn good week with a total of $950 in Monte Carlos and high hands, not to mention that I've been playing with prize money and other people's money the whole time. I'm sure this won't happen again any time soon. Drat.
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Friday, February 15, 2013
Back in the Saddle Again
Yes, I have returned. I'm seriously thinking of not playing most tournaments and sticking to the cash game for awhile. I seem to win more that way, although it goes in spurts, as do my tournament wins. On the whole, however, my profits in the cash games are much better.
For example - I decided to play last night to celebrate getting over the flu (YUCK) which I had been suffering from (and I DO mean suffering) since Monday. I started out with $200 and promptly got stomped by Vern. I had K-K on the button of all places. There were about 6 limpers so I raised to $22 and got 2 callers. The flop was something like 8-3-A. Damned ace. I hate those things. I bet anyway and one guy folded and Vern called. The turn was a 4. Vern checked and I checked behind. Big mistake? Probably, but I think the idiot would have called me anyway since he called my $20 pre-flop raise with . . . wait for it . . . pocket 2s. He hit a 5 on the river for runner-runner gutshot straight. GAK!!!
As Dr. Phil says, "Welcome to Tilt City". I basically blew the rest of my first $200 because I was just flabbergasted. (So was the rest of the table.) I rebought for another $200 and promptly settled down - more or less.
Hector came to the table. My saviour dealer. I immediately got quad 9s for $150. About 2 hands later he dealt me K-10 offsuit and with 7 people seeing the flop ahead of me (small $5 raise), I went ahead and called on the button. The flop was 10 high with 2 clubs and the fireworks began. Jorge made it $17 to go. Four people flat called. An raised to $37. I said to myself, "what the hell" and called with top pair, 2nd kicker. The pot was getting ridiculous.
The turn was non-important. No flush card and no straight card. $20 to go again. There were still six people in the pot. The river was a king giving me top two. No flush. No straight. No paired board. I realized that Jorge must have had jacks or queens because he visibly tensed up when the king hit on the end. EVERYBODY checked the river to me. I bet $20 and got 3 callers. I won. Amazing. Huge pot.
I ended the night with a proft of $750. I left Tilt City in style. Oh, an Vern? He rebought at least twice. I didn't feel sorry for him. I'm so evil.
For example - I decided to play last night to celebrate getting over the flu (YUCK) which I had been suffering from (and I DO mean suffering) since Monday. I started out with $200 and promptly got stomped by Vern. I had K-K on the button of all places. There were about 6 limpers so I raised to $22 and got 2 callers. The flop was something like 8-3-A. Damned ace. I hate those things. I bet anyway and one guy folded and Vern called. The turn was a 4. Vern checked and I checked behind. Big mistake? Probably, but I think the idiot would have called me anyway since he called my $20 pre-flop raise with . . . wait for it . . . pocket 2s. He hit a 5 on the river for runner-runner gutshot straight. GAK!!!
As Dr. Phil says, "Welcome to Tilt City". I basically blew the rest of my first $200 because I was just flabbergasted. (So was the rest of the table.) I rebought for another $200 and promptly settled down - more or less.
Hector came to the table. My saviour dealer. I immediately got quad 9s for $150. About 2 hands later he dealt me K-10 offsuit and with 7 people seeing the flop ahead of me (small $5 raise), I went ahead and called on the button. The flop was 10 high with 2 clubs and the fireworks began. Jorge made it $17 to go. Four people flat called. An raised to $37. I said to myself, "what the hell" and called with top pair, 2nd kicker. The pot was getting ridiculous.
The turn was non-important. No flush card and no straight card. $20 to go again. There were still six people in the pot. The river was a king giving me top two. No flush. No straight. No paired board. I realized that Jorge must have had jacks or queens because he visibly tensed up when the king hit on the end. EVERYBODY checked the river to me. I bet $20 and got 3 callers. I won. Amazing. Huge pot.
I ended the night with a proft of $750. I left Tilt City in style. Oh, an Vern? He rebought at least twice. I didn't feel sorry for him. I'm so evil.
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