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jacks 2010-02-03 - 1:40 p.m. Met a friend for lunch at Noodles Asia and used our comp to fill the table with a variety of dishes. Can't even remember the name of them now but they were tasty. The doom switch didn't flip off in time, and we have had to move down to smaller games. Boo hoo. IMOM's doom continued unabated, but I had a good day yesterday and hate to think how much I would have won if I'd had the same results at bigger games. I'm playing mostly 1/2 NL now, but since I don't know how to play deep, I have to leave when I have too much money in front of me. I can't return to the same game, with less money, for two hours. So I just go over to the 8/16 LHE game, where they're only raking $2. The very first hand I was involved in at 8/16 yesterday, I flopped the nut straight with a straight flush redraw. The flop is 9 ♣ 6 ♦ 5 ♦ so you can probably guess that I had 8 ♦ 7 ♦. Good action, and even though the 9 pairs, my hand holds up. Turns out both of my opponents had pocket Tens. 4 hours of 1/2 NL and my profit boils down to one humor hand. To set the stage, we have a blufftard who is (literally) waving around a balled-up wad of approximately $25,000 -- although, don't get too excited, since he only buys in for $300 at a time. He claims he is waiting to get on a 5/10 NL game or maybe he said 10/20. Whatever, dude. At the moment, he's sitting at 1/2, and while you and I might be delighted to see a guy with pockets sit in the game, there's another guy there, a New Yorker, who just can't stand the blufftard. He retaliates in the most ridiculous way possible, by constantly calling big raises and getting himself into situations where he shoots himself in the foot. After all, blufftard ain't the only man in the game, and I've already seen an example where, a pot starts out multi-way and some hitherto un-heard-from old white dude suddenly goes all in, and he calls the all in with AQ of offsuit. Blufftard is probably more dangerous. He loves to three or four-bet re-ray with air, but he isn't a thinking lag, because he will also get involved in these escalating bluffs and re-bluffs, forget it started as a bluff, and then himself call down with a hand that has little chance to win. So it's a good game, as long as you let "Marshall Dillon" (as the New Yorker guy styled himself, I'm not making up this nickname, he himself said he was "Marshall Dillon") take on the job of playing sheriff. I get in a few small steals here and there, but, truly, I'm not getting much and I have to assume that my image is tight. I pull a few check-raise re-bluffs against blufftard, and I'm about even, but suddenly I pick up J ♠ J ♣ in early position. Ho boy, pocket Jacks with a chronic blufftard on the button. I don't even want to see a flop and get involved in the mind games. I've got a bit under $200 in front of me, and my two most likely opponents have me covered. I figure I can count on a re-ray from Bluffy for $30 or so, and then his frenemy will call, and then I can come back over the top. We all love it when a plan comes together. Bluffy makes it $35. The sheriff calls. $100 pot. I push the rest of my money all-in. I can win $100 right then, or if we do see a flop, I'm guaranteed to be hanging around for all five cards. Bluffy and Co. can't push me off my jacks. Now Bluffy responds by going all in. He has the sheriff covered, so the sheriff can either fold right there or he can call. Of course he calls. He's simply unable to concede a pot gracefully to Bluffy. So he's all in for all his chips, most of which go into the main pot, but maybe $50 or so in the side pot. Flop is J ♥ 8 ♥ 5 ♦ I has a set and you don't. Turn is 9 ♦. River is some irrelevant rag. Bluffy has pocket 9s and takes the side pot with his set of 9s. I take the main pot and find myself stacking chips for years with my set of Jacks. back - next All Rights Reserved, Copyright 2002-2017 by Elaine Radford