Another Gross One
So as I said in the last post, our spur of the moment trip to Tunica and the Gold Strike didn’t quite go as planned. I took a couple of early hits (in the first 5 minutes I lost most of my original $200 buy in) and ended up playing some ridiculous poker. I let myself get on tilt and played off my A-game and ended up blowing through some money, then went down to blow some more off betting $100 a pop on roulette. Dumb.
There were several hands that slayed me in the bad beats category, but this one was perhaps the worst.
Had AA. Made it about $20 to go. One caller. Flop comes A 8 3, rainbow. Guy was very aggressive so I checked to him, figuring he’d fire. He bets about $20, really weak. I decide to let a card come off, with no straight or flush draws on board. I just call. Possibly a mistake, but you can’t always bet the nuts, and if there’s ever a board to slow play, this is it. Turn is a J. He bets out $20. I make it $70. He instantly calls, no hesitation. I’m thinking he has a decent ace, maybe an underpair like 99 or 10-10. The river is a 10. He checks. I bet $40 or so. He makes it $80. There’s only one hand that can beat me here. KQ, which seems a ridiculous hand for him to have. Yet I call instead of raising. He turns over KQ. Runner runner to the straight, and that is my luck for this month, friends. Yeah, I played it a little cute and it stabbed me, but his call on the turn really doesn’t make much sense, especially if he’s only going to double my bet when he makes the nuts. But what can you do?
No more slow playing for this man. Ever.
A couple other stink beats, one where I made a K flush against an A flush for a big pot, great. And some other cooler plus another 2 outer with pair vs pair, and I’m about to fry.
Anyhow, I donked around a bit, went way up, back down, down further. Etc. Got about half my money back the second day but still in low spirits about the game as a whole, especially the fact that I let myself get stirred up and off my A game. Break time is in full effect.
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1 opinion for Another Gross One
Brian
Dec 21, 2007 at 6:34 pm
C’mon pal, what do you exepct from these donks? Last weekend, at Sandia in Albuquerque, I had A-K suited in middle position and raised it to $15. I had only one caller, the small blind. The flop is A-K-7 rainbow and the other guy bets $20. I figure he hit the A with possibly A-Q or A-J, but knowing this guy it could have easily been A-7 or A-2 as he was an any ace-whore. I raised to $60. He called. The turn was 9. Complete rainbow, no flush to worry about. Plus, no straight on the board, only a draw. He bet $20, I raised to $60. He called. (Now, I know if he has my top 2 beat he raises there). River is a 3. I think, as would anyone else, that’s harmless. He puts me all in for my last $126. I thought he was trying to push me off the pot. Wrong. I called. He turns over a set of 3’s. That’s right, this donkey bet and called my raises on the flop and the turn on a 2-outer. I looked at him and asked him, at what point before the river did you actually think your 3-3 were good? He answered that he thought I was on a draw. I looked at him and said, you realize right that even if I had 2-7, the whole time you still only had two outs right? He looked flummoxed and you could tell he was a dope.
I bought back in for $100. After that, he acted like he was Daniel Negreanu and starting raising people and taking down small pots. I was on uber-tilt but waited for the right time. In a hand about 20-25 minutes later he was the only raiser on my big blind and I went all-in for about $90. He called and turned over A-9. I had J-10. Flop comes J-J-2 and that’s that. A few hands later, it was me him and another guy, and I raised all-in for about $190 after the flop. The other guy folded and the donkey sat there for a minute and folded his top pair, weak kicker. I turned over the stone cold bluff and told him any dope can get lucky on pocket 3’s but it took real balls to take down that pot. About an hour later, I flopped the nut straight and he was in the hand with a few other people. I decided to overbet big time and the donkey said you aren’t bluffing me again. I busted him. The poker Gods paid me back.
The moral of the story: Donks will get lucky but in the long run you’ll bust them. Problem is, you gotta have enough cash sometimes for the long run.
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