Hi everyone! It is Sunday night, and I am resigned to watching the Simpsons as I try to overcome the dreaded feeling of defeat. I honestly think I play good poker. Perhaps not great, but definitely good enough to give me a winning, profitable edge. From 12am on Friday to tonight, 8pm on Sunday, I have had the sickest beats in the shortest amount of time ever. It is as if two outers are 80% to win on the river, and other players calling for cards when they push all in agianst me with the best hand, miraculously get that card to hit the board.
Friday night we drove to A.C. and I decided to play the midnight madness, which is so much fun. I built my stack nicely to 30k, and then lost five or six races. Down to 11k, I have AQ, and push. Get called by threes. I flop top pair and a gut shot and he hits a 3 on the river, and I was out. So sick, but whatever, that tourney was just for fun. The next day, I am all psyched to play the 340 at Borgata. I made a few overcalls on the river to short stack myself in a few hands, which was not good. I still had 4600 chips when i look down at JJ utg. I raise to 700. Now, I am playing tight and a few hands earlier I had to fold QQ to a reraise and showed (the guy showed AA, thankfully) and the table seemed to really respect my play of folding there. Needless to say though, it was one of the more aggressive tourney tables I have been at it in a long time. I get one caller (ironically the worst player at the table). Flop comes out 10 8 8. Now I bet 1400, leaving myself a little over 2000 behind and esentially committing myself to the hand. He pushed instantly which what I thought was A10. Turns out, as I call he has J10. get that- J10 against jj on that board. He goes, I guess I need a ten. As I said, "God, don't say that!" a nighmarish 10 of diam hit s the turn and my borgata run is over.
Ok, fine. So two two outers in 12 hours. I deal. Worse poker stuff has happened. I am comforted by the fact that I am still up 9k on line and I try to forget the beats. That is a trick for me. Whenever I think of bad beats I am taking, I remember recent big cashes to remind me that these bad players who have to hit 2 outers on me are the reason why I will be wealthy from poker one day. They have to hit two outers bc when I am all in, I am usually way way ahead.
Anyway, then I sit down at cash at borgata. 2/5 NL. I get AA three times, with action only once. Then I flop top two and lose to running 7 7 who had a flush draw and made trips, so that cost me. I have about 120 left of my 400 buy in. I see AA again. It folds to me in middle position and I decide that I am going to slow play to get value. That means more at this point than winnin a $10 pot. So I limp, the guy on my left limps and the two blinds check. Flop comes out Q 9 9. Not a great flop, but if the blinds fold to my bet, then I know I am good. It checks to me. I bet 10$ into a 20$ pot, the guy on my left calls. The small blind hesitates, makes a folding motion, then cocks his head, and calls. The way he played it, he was not acting and I knew he had a weak q. The bb folds. Turn is 5c. Sm bl checks, I fire 25, guy on left calls, sm blnd folds now. I push for 70$ blind to the river...and then the river is a Q. NOw I know the guy calling me had a Q. So sick. He had one out. So he hits. I said "damn it!" and threw my aces up and left. If I win that pot, I am almost even in the game. I just got up and walked away.
We had dinner at Cuba Libre, which was delicious, over at the Tropicana. We were with Pete and Jon's father, so we had a nice time. It was a good weekend, albeit the poker =)
So I got myself psyched to play online today. I had a really nice brunch with my friend in Brooklyn, we did some shopping and I got home around 2pm. I dedicated myself to playing the Million $ on PS, and the 215 on UB. I also played the second chance on PS. I legitimately lost in PS Million when I made a move on an aggressive player and he happened to pick up KK. But I dont dislike my play. I think it was the right play against that player. If I win that pot, I have over 40k and a shot to cash.
In the 215 on UB, I flopped a set and pushed on the flop, got called by QQ, an over pair, that hit runner runner flush. In the second chance on PS, I lost with two pair to KQ who could not fold with no pair no draw on a flop of 7 7 5 when I check raised. So unfair! Then I also played the 100$ on UB (I committed a lot to tourneys today, but it was my plan to have a big Sunday). And listen to this. I have 7 8 suited. Flop comes out q 7 8. I check raise flop, he flat calls. Turn is a seven. He is in position and now puts me all in with his KQ. I call. Of course I dont have to tell you that the river was the Q of clubs. So that is it. That is my tortured poker life that makes me temporarily hate the game, but only for the last 48 hours. I vow to cash big in a tourney this week. It will happen. I will make it happen.
I am optimistic and happy with the role that poker plays in my life. Regardless of my above ranting and I do apologize, I just need to see this garish information in print, in front of me, so that I can see how bad it can get. The bottom line is that Reality is so important, especially for me, when dealing with poker. Besides skill and bankroll, I believe that honesty with yourself is the most important thing in poker. I am my own worst critic. I overcriticize, second guess and overanalyze everything in my life, especially poker. But I think, in most poker cases, that it is a good thing.
So I will recharge, take the next few hours off, and possibly play the 30$ r on UB, because that has a really nice prize pool and good players, which is a good thing, because they respect things Like check raises and have a tendency not to overvalue top pair. So that will be exciting if I cash in that.
Anyways, I will post more later.
Good luck and peace,
Lucky C.
Friday night we drove to A.C. and I decided to play the midnight madness, which is so much fun. I built my stack nicely to 30k, and then lost five or six races. Down to 11k, I have AQ, and push. Get called by threes. I flop top pair and a gut shot and he hits a 3 on the river, and I was out. So sick, but whatever, that tourney was just for fun. The next day, I am all psyched to play the 340 at Borgata. I made a few overcalls on the river to short stack myself in a few hands, which was not good. I still had 4600 chips when i look down at JJ utg. I raise to 700. Now, I am playing tight and a few hands earlier I had to fold QQ to a reraise and showed (the guy showed AA, thankfully) and the table seemed to really respect my play of folding there. Needless to say though, it was one of the more aggressive tourney tables I have been at it in a long time. I get one caller (ironically the worst player at the table). Flop comes out 10 8 8. Now I bet 1400, leaving myself a little over 2000 behind and esentially committing myself to the hand. He pushed instantly which what I thought was A10. Turns out, as I call he has J10. get that- J10 against jj on that board. He goes, I guess I need a ten. As I said, "God, don't say that!" a nighmarish 10 of diam hit s the turn and my borgata run is over.
Ok, fine. So two two outers in 12 hours. I deal. Worse poker stuff has happened. I am comforted by the fact that I am still up 9k on line and I try to forget the beats. That is a trick for me. Whenever I think of bad beats I am taking, I remember recent big cashes to remind me that these bad players who have to hit 2 outers on me are the reason why I will be wealthy from poker one day. They have to hit two outers bc when I am all in, I am usually way way ahead.
Anyway, then I sit down at cash at borgata. 2/5 NL. I get AA three times, with action only once. Then I flop top two and lose to running 7 7 who had a flush draw and made trips, so that cost me. I have about 120 left of my 400 buy in. I see AA again. It folds to me in middle position and I decide that I am going to slow play to get value. That means more at this point than winnin a $10 pot. So I limp, the guy on my left limps and the two blinds check. Flop comes out Q 9 9. Not a great flop, but if the blinds fold to my bet, then I know I am good. It checks to me. I bet 10$ into a 20$ pot, the guy on my left calls. The small blind hesitates, makes a folding motion, then cocks his head, and calls. The way he played it, he was not acting and I knew he had a weak q. The bb folds. Turn is 5c. Sm bl checks, I fire 25, guy on left calls, sm blnd folds now. I push for 70$ blind to the river...and then the river is a Q. NOw I know the guy calling me had a Q. So sick. He had one out. So he hits. I said "damn it!" and threw my aces up and left. If I win that pot, I am almost even in the game. I just got up and walked away.
We had dinner at Cuba Libre, which was delicious, over at the Tropicana. We were with Pete and Jon's father, so we had a nice time. It was a good weekend, albeit the poker =)
So I got myself psyched to play online today. I had a really nice brunch with my friend in Brooklyn, we did some shopping and I got home around 2pm. I dedicated myself to playing the Million $ on PS, and the 215 on UB. I also played the second chance on PS. I legitimately lost in PS Million when I made a move on an aggressive player and he happened to pick up KK. But I dont dislike my play. I think it was the right play against that player. If I win that pot, I have over 40k and a shot to cash.
In the 215 on UB, I flopped a set and pushed on the flop, got called by QQ, an over pair, that hit runner runner flush. In the second chance on PS, I lost with two pair to KQ who could not fold with no pair no draw on a flop of 7 7 5 when I check raised. So unfair! Then I also played the 100$ on UB (I committed a lot to tourneys today, but it was my plan to have a big Sunday). And listen to this. I have 7 8 suited. Flop comes out q 7 8. I check raise flop, he flat calls. Turn is a seven. He is in position and now puts me all in with his KQ. I call. Of course I dont have to tell you that the river was the Q of clubs. So that is it. That is my tortured poker life that makes me temporarily hate the game, but only for the last 48 hours. I vow to cash big in a tourney this week. It will happen. I will make it happen.
I am optimistic and happy with the role that poker plays in my life. Regardless of my above ranting and I do apologize, I just need to see this garish information in print, in front of me, so that I can see how bad it can get. The bottom line is that Reality is so important, especially for me, when dealing with poker. Besides skill and bankroll, I believe that honesty with yourself is the most important thing in poker. I am my own worst critic. I overcriticize, second guess and overanalyze everything in my life, especially poker. But I think, in most poker cases, that it is a good thing.
So I will recharge, take the next few hours off, and possibly play the 30$ r on UB, because that has a really nice prize pool and good players, which is a good thing, because they respect things Like check raises and have a tendency not to overvalue top pair. So that will be exciting if I cash in that.
Anyways, I will post more later.
Good luck and peace,
Lucky C.
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