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2010-12-11 - 9:46 a.m. Went kind of deep in the hole yesterday before I turned it around for a small win. Got there too early on Friday, I suppose -- our arrival seemed to be the extra top secret signal to open the 2/5 NL game -- so IMOM and I were stuck on the same table with the truly nasty and unpleasant regulars. What a truly miserable crew of supposed human beings. I think I used to believe that the locals were all miserable and bitter because they played the nasty, unpleasant, and miserable 15/30 limit omaha high game. Now I have a new theory. They're just miserable, bitter, nasty, and unpleasant on principle. At my second table of the day, I was mostly up against a bunch of tournament players, with the exception of one nasty, miserable, unpleasant, local -- a guy so nasty, miserable, and unpleasant that he was actually bitching out a fish in a wheelchair. It was mostly just a grind to get the money, as I didn't pick up many big hands. Once I got pocket Queens and raised from the small blind to $80 in a limped, straddled pot. It folds back to the bad player on the button, who calls the $80. Now there's about $200 in the pot. The flop is J72 rainbow. She check/folds. What the--? How does she call $80 before the flop and not put in another penny on that flop? Sheesh. I also had pocket Jacks twice. The first time, I'd noticed this tournament player who raised every single time from the blinds or his straddle to steal the limpers. I am immediately to his left. The effective stacks are his $275 or so. I make an executive decision that this guy has no post-flop game at all. Anyhoo, I pick up black jacks in an early position and figure from this position that I have an excellent chance of getting it heads-up if I go for the limp/re-raise. There is the usual string of limpers, it gets to our mark and he raises, and now I three-bet. The riffraff clears out, and now he calls, so he has something. Nothing good enough to four-bet, mind you. Just....something. There's around $230 or so in the pot, so you'd think he might notice he was pot-committed. Whatever. There's an Ace high rainbow rag flop, and he bets $50 at it, which I interpret as just pitiful, a move that makes zero sense on any level. I figure he doesn't have an Ace, and he doesn't know what to do. A rag falls on the turn, and he checks. I think he might have four-bet before the flop with KK or QQ, and I don't believe he plays that weakly with AA. I hold JJ, leaving only one other possible combination of JJ. In other words, I think he's behind, holding somewhere between two and six outs. Since he also seems a little lost, I figure I have the best chance of getting the rest of the stack if I let him think it's his idea to put it in. So I check. The river is a second Ace, which changes nothing. He grabs all of his remaining chips and shouts, "All in." I do not bother to push my chips forward. I just say, "I call." His pocket Tens are beat by my pocket Jacks, and he slinks off in disgust.
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