Off the hook

Tuesday, December 9th, 2003, 1:44 am

A frustrating night at the table. Played about 2 hours, and for the first half-hour or so I didn’t get a decent hand. Well, that happens. Then, in the course of about 5 minutes, I was dealt pocket aces, pocket queens, and I flopped an ace-high flush. Hey, what’s to complain about? Well, I got no action on those hands. None. I raised with my pocket aces and had everyone fold–this at a table where we regularly had 5-7 preflop callers. I had one caller with my ladies, and when a trio of rags flopped we both checked, and my bet on the turn was enough to see him gone. My flush? Flush it–one caller, folded at my first bet.

After that I won four or five small hands and lost two big ones. Once my jacks with king kicker were beaten by an ace kicker, and on another I had A-5 in the big blind and saw the flop come A-5-J. The turn showed a K, and I couldn’t chase the guy. The river was a 10, and wouldn’t you know the guy held Q-9. Nothing to do there but shrug and move on.

At my lowest point I was down about $20, but I started winning some little pots with some aggressive play, and then I played a lousy hand but learned something along the way. I had KQo on the button, and 4 other folks joined me in the pot. The flop was junk, 2-7-3. We all checked. The turn was another 3. I checked, and the guy to my right bet. I didn’t think he had a 3, but the other players did, and they folded. So it was up to me. I didn’t think he had a pocket pair or a piece of the board, because so far he’d been a pretty conscientious contributor yet had checked the flop. I called the bet and hoped I might see some royalty on the river.

Nope, the river showed a 9. So there’s no straight draw, no flush draw. Just those damn treys. That’s when I made a mistake. I checked, and regretted it the second I did it. I played chicken and handed the intiative to my opponent, who promptly bet. I was pretty ticked at myself, because I didn’t think this guy would re-raise me, so I blew my chance to win the pot with my bet. I knew a re-raise wouldn’t chase this guy, so that option was out. Call or fold is not the way to play poker, but that was the situation I found myself in.

So, did he have a piece of the board? That 9 might have paired him. There was only one way to find out if my King was still the best kicker. I thought it was, I really did. There was like $10 in the pot, and I certainly thought I had better than a 1 in 10 chance of winning. So I called.

No, I didn’t win the pot. But I didn’t lose either. My foe also had KQo. I came this close to laying down the same hand my opponent had–all because I ceded the initiative.

Alas, things didn’t go well after that, and I ended down about $12. But that’s still up $12 for my PartyPoker prowling. Go look for some more fish tomorrow.

I do plan on writing and posting about more than my own piddling poker adventures. I’m a fan of the game and I love to write, so I hope you’ll keep coming back. I’ll be changing the look of this site in the next day or so, right now it looks like my other blog and I can’t tell them apart. But now…bedtime.

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One Response to “Off the hook”

  1. Zanele Says:

    Geez, that’s uneaeilveblb. Kudos and such.

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