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flush draw 2010-06-10 - 1:50 a.m. I have no idea why, but I decide to take a chance on the B. What a waste of time when there are so many better places to play No Limit. There aren't enough 2/5 NL tables, and I ended up on the waiting list for an hour. Worse that than, while I sat on the waiting list for an hour, I saw the greenbacks cross the palm in various handshakes. Let's see, there are four tables, and I wait an hour and no one leaves a seat for an hour?, c'mon, I know better than that. People who give bribes get seat first, simple as that. When they finally did cough up a seat, I was placed where I'd be in position on a friend, and there is nothing good that can come from playing with a friend. When I win, I feel guilty. When I lose, I feel angry. So I just picked up my chips without placing a bet and went to the Roman place next door. The Roman place has a few issues -- the rake is too high, and the room too hidden from view. It also has some great benefits, in that, the caliber of "pro" player there was a joke compared to say, a pro player at the V, and they were also holding a drawing to give away $5,000, in $1,000 chunks, "must be present to win." Um, and the game is uncapped. Wow, uncapped 2/5 NL games in Vegas! I thought it was a Biloxi specialty. There was actually a $9,000 pot while I was there -- the largest 2/5 NL pot I've ever seen. Too bad I wasn't the recipient of the blufftard's generosity but...I willlll return. I built up a huuuuuge stack but stupidly lost it on Q ♠ Q ♣ on a 6 ♣ 7 ♣ 7 ♠ 6 ♠ board. If it was the V, I'd be justified in thinking the small blind was trying to push me around with A K but c'mon. Against many savvy young V players, who can steal-raise from the small blind with a suited connector or some such junk, I could probably get away cheaper just because it's actually possible that they hold a hand like 9 ♥ 7 ♥ here. But against the uncreative (at best) minds I've met in my short visit to the Roman place? He's playing a big pair, AK, or AQ here, and after some back and forth, I knew in my soul that this dude had aces. Oh well. To cut to the chase, I had a winning day, just not winning as much as I feel I should have. And I still can't decide if I should be incredibly angry with myself -- as I was -- or if I should just admit that Doyle himself can't get away from that board. C'mon, my opponent never plays AK, the other QQ, or JJ the same way? Well, there's little percentage in grumbling about bad beats. Here is a hand from the session that might be semi-interesting. Hand # 1: Calling Station Calling I'm Under the Gun with 6 ♣ 5 ♣ with $445 in front of me. I raise $15, the target -- a European calling station who refuses to be bluffed -- calls, small blind folds, and big blind calls. $45 in pot. 3 players. Flop: A ♣ 7 ♣ 5 ♠ I bet $30, and both of my opponents call. The pot now holds $135. Turn: 9 ♣ Blind leads out with some joke of a feeler of $30, I make it $90, and now the European dude makes it $300 to go. Perhaps he doesn't understand that he has pot-committed me, and I honestly don't think he thinks that deeply, but anyhoo. The weakie now folds, and of course I go all in. River: 5 ♥ Sure, the board has paired but I already know...My Hand Is Good. So I'm still peeved at myself for losing the pocket Queens hand and not having my name drawn for the multi-thousands of dollars, so once I get close to even and my beautiful calling station goes busto, I get on my hind legs and walk back over to the V. Here I got a great table, for the V, fairly nit free, with another beautiful player who is happy to put me all in on a four flush board when I've flopped the nut flush. Wheeee meeeee! Hand # 2: Nothing Deep About This, It's a Humor Hand Ho-kay, here I sit, a new player at the table, with A ♥ 4 ♥ on the button. Being new to the table, I have my usual $350 in front of me. Limp, limp, I make a pot sweetener of $10 to go, blinds call, limpers call, $50 in the pot. 5 players. Flop: T ♥ 7 ♥ 3 ♥ Hey, I has flopped the nuts on this action killing flop and you don't. I'm actually thinking to myself, "Wow, thank goodness I put in that pot sweetener, because that extra $20 is the only money I'm going to make on this flop." Imagine my happy surprise then when the small blind leads out for $30. The three folds to me are no great surprise, and, even though I suspect the small blind can't have much, I make it $90 to go on the chance he's flopped a smaller flush and will put in more action. He calls. $230 in the pot. Hey, I'm pot-committed on any non-board pairing turn and I really don't mind. Turn: 8 ♥ Sweet Jeebus, talk about your action-killing cards. To my surprise, he again bets something, and I make it $200 to go, and he says, "all in," and since I'm holding the second nuts, of course, I say, "I call." River: A ♦ My hand is good, tee hee. He buys in again, makes another dumb ass call down for all his chips, and then he's done, and it's time for me to head for bed. I won money, just not as much as I would have won if I'd never picked up pocket queens. back - next All Rights Reserved, Copyright 2002-2017 by Elaine Radford