Rough Night

Sunday, January 13th, 2008, 2:33 am

Sometimes in poker you just have to be bloody-minded and grind it out. The cards screw you over and there’s nothing for it but to accept the punishment and move forward. Played a 180-person SNG, made the final table as chip leader, lost a couple of pots and then I made a boo-boo. I flat-called out of the big blind with AQ in a 5-way pot. The flop came Queen high. A guy who limped under the gun open-shoved for 38K, which was just about what I had. I hadn’t played with him all night. If he had me beat, why shove? The pot was only 5K or so. I called, in part because I thought I had him beat, and in part because we wanted to get to the bar to eat and drink beer. He had Kings. Don’t like his play, limping and then shoving, but it worked for him. I went out 9th, winning twenty bucks instead of $200.

I ate and drank well at Marzoni’s. Got a free pizza thanks to my Mug Club membership, and I drank copious amount of good suds while watching the Pats-Jags game. No Happy Hour $2 beers, but I drank and ate well for a very reasonable price. Burp.

I walked–well, lurched–home in the mood to play me some poker. Signed up for a $30 SNG and logged on to two $100NL tables. Mistake. I lost a few bucks early on and then I was dealt AK and raised. Flop comes K-K-9. Guy bets, I call. Blank on the turn and when he bets I raise. He pushes, I call, and he turns over pocket Nines. Ouch, babe. Bad enough that I get stacked on a cooler–the jackass types "lol" and leaves the table. I’ve declared jihad on him and will be seaching for him every time I play till I get revenge.

On my other table I held 6-8 in the big blind and after it was limped around I see a 7-9-10 flop. Nice. I check-raise a goodly amount and get one caller. I bet after a King on the turn, he pushes, I’m stuck and call, and he has QJ for the nuts. So I get stacked twice in about ten minutes. I’m fairly laid back, but I slammed my fist down on my desk with such violence that I probably woke up the neighbors. Screw the neighbors. I was pissed.

But, y’know, that’s poker. A bit later I flopped a set with pocket Nines and stacked a guy hoping to hit his open-ender. I lucked into 3rd place in my SNG, chipped up in my cash games, and ended up losing just thirty bucks of so for the night. With a little luck it could’ve been a far better night, with a little less luck it could’ve been a major bloodbath. Oh well.

I feel that I’m on the cusp of a major breakthrough in my poker game. This I attribute to the amount of beer I drank tonight. And good beer it was. Kinda nice getting moderately polluted and being able to walk home. Reminds me of the good old days at Penn State. The good old days I can remember, anyway.

As you can see I’m experimenting with different photo layouts. Which I should’ve done months ago. But it’s been awhile since I’ve been this drunk and awake at the same time. Hope it looks nice.

UPDATE: OK, it looks awful. The picture layout, I mean. I’ll work on it.

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One Response to “Rough Night”

  1. KenP Says:

    The pictures not that bad. I do doubt I’d buy the used car you appear to be hustling but then I am not currently in the market for a new sled.

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