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rug pulling with queen deuce sooooooted 2010-04-23 - 9:44 a.m. Got my air tix and hotel room for most of my June Vegas trip. A bit more work than I expected. But finally done... There was only one 2/5 NL game yesterday, so IMOM and I were on the same game. Guys kept dumping money on him, so he had to take a break for awhile to keep from playing too deep. Then he came back and they dumped more money on him. My image must be terrible, because I couldn't get anyone to contribute to my cause. I had to hold my own by stealing which worked out OK because mostly when I entered a hand, everybody folded pre-flop. Heck, mostly I couldn't get cards, although when I first sat down, I did pick up KK. Needless to say, to make a long story short, I ran into AA. But that's a routine bad beat sad story. The hand I'll now describe is the saddest, sorriest hand of the day. Effective stacks are $350. I have the smaller amount, and he's got me covered with not too much over. He's a younger guy who hasn't been at the table too long, but I've already noticed that he called somebody's three-bet too light with a pair of pocket sixes, so maybe I shouldn't have tried the steal in the first place. However, if they're going to "defend" by calling light and pouring more in the pot that I think I can steal post-flop...Hmm. Anyway, whether it's advisable or not, he opens in a mid/early-ish position for $15, a move he rather frequently makes. The amounts mean nothing about his hand, as he uses a system for open-raising based on the number of players who have limped before him -- no limper, $15, one limper, $20, and so forth. It folds to me in the small blind, and I pick up Q ♣ 2 ♣. Later, I conclude that he's a pretty shrewd post-flop player and, again, maybe this isn't the hand to tackle him with heads-up OOP. But I'm still in stealing mode, and I don't really hesitate to raise it to $50. Blinds fold, and he calls without much angst. Pocket sixes again? Flop: Q ♠ 2 ♥ 3 ♥ I'm beating everything except pocket Queens, pocket Twos, and pocket Threes. OK I'm not beating Q3 sooted either, but this kid read a book once, and he ain't playing Q3 sooted from an early position. I don't worry about the deuces or queens much, since I'm already holding one of each in my hand. To be honest, as soon as I see this relatively dry flop, where I'm likely to be way ahead with a well-disguised hand, my big problem is to figure out how I'm going to go all-in on a non-flush turn. I'm OOP here, and I'm not going to build a pot by checking, so I ultimately decide from what I've seen of his play with the pocket sixes that he can't just give up too easily on this board. There's $105 in the pot, and I can use the excuse of the flush draw to bet $60. When he calls, to be honest, I can now hope he has a hand, but he's a young guy who seems pretty decent post-flop, so he could be floating. I don't narrow his hand range just yet. Turn: Q ♦ Ha ha. I've got Queens full of deuces, and he'll never see it coming. I'm all-in. But wait. What if he's got bupkis -- the floater theory? What if he's got a flush draw that hasn't yet come in? I decide quickly that I have little to lose by checking this turn and giving him a chance to bet at it. Heck, it's the only way I'll get anything out of "air" or a small pocket pair trying to steal, and maybe when I shove, he'll feel pot-committed with his suited connector in hearts, since the pot will then be bloated with my entire stack. Even something like an overpair could call my all-in shove on that board, which looks highly unlikely to have hit me. So I check, he bets $100, I shove all-in, he calls. I don't know if it was an unhelpful flash of ESP -- the spirit world doesn't cheat at cards and never seems to tell you anything that might be helpful -- but just as he called, I had this awful sinking feeling. I mean, come on, there was just no way to lose this hand, but somehow...don't ask me how...I had that rug pull feeling. Yes, you guessed it. River: 2 ♦ Can you believe it? He turns over K ♣ Q ♥ which of course was way behind my Queens full of Deuces but now he has the same, identical hand, thanks to the two Deuces on the board. I has been counterfeited. Argggghhhhhhh. My beautiful pot was split in half, and since the rake is $4 plus the jackpot rake of $2, after we split the $7 blinds, we don't make any money. I could have cried. A parrot would have laughed out loud. It's funnier than Bart Simpson falling down and breaking his butt bone. Near the end of the session, I pick up A ♥ K ♥ in an early position and open for $15. The tight but somewhat tilting young guy in headphones next to me smooth-calls, so a bunch of other people do too. I have, I think, around $350, but the effective stacks are smaller, because the headphone guy has, um, maybe $200 at that point. Still, I don't worry about him in a pot that's going multi-way. I didn't note down all the particulars, because the hand wasn't that deep or interesting, but check out this flop: A ♦ K ♣ Q ♥ Hey, I has a backdoor royal draw, and you don't. Just kidding. I have top two on a truly tough board. I make the C-bet, headphones raises or maybe even goes all-in right there -- don't remember any more -- but everyone else gets out of the way, and it's an easy decision against his small stack. He could have easily smooth-called with QQ, as I've seen him do it before, but he's also capable of a bluff or two, so I can't just lay it down. The turn is whatever, and so is the river, and he flips over A Q. I scoop the pot, and he finally, after six hours of this nonsense, decides he needs a seat change. Can't really blame him for that... I was still down a few pennies, but the team was way, way up for the day, so we decided to head out into the sunset so we could get a good night's sleep and be ready for the Aces Cracked promotion on Friday. back - next All Rights Reserved, Copyright 2002-2017 by Elaine Radford