Welcome back to my nonstop pain train, everybody. Another week of poker has come to pass and the verdict is in... yup, I still suck. Although I did try really hard this week not to be a donkey, I found myself in the usual position of being an ass. Let's hear about how awful I was this week...
Last Sunday, Ryan asked me if I wanted to go to a tournament being held in East Providence. It was at some bar named Bovi's Tavern. Having nothing to do that day, I decided to play. I still had the bad taste in my mouth from Kurt's and figured a change of scenery would do me some good. Man was I wrong about that one.
I got there a little less than an hour before the tournament began. When I walked in the place, there was five people there including the bar tender. I wondered if I was at the right place. After a few minutes, two guys came out of the back and started arranging the tables, so my question was answered before I even asked it. I called Ryan to let him know that I was there. After that, a bunch of people started filing in. I looked a few of them over, no one really stood out as a ringer, so I figured I had a good shot to do well. All in all about 41 people showed up for the tourney. The buy in was $40 and we started with $4000 in chips, a healthy amount. I was psyched to play and after we got seated, I was even more psyched because my table looked very weak. The first few hands went by and I caught nothing. The fourth hand I was in the big blind for $50 and I got dealt 7c - 7d. Three people limped and I checked hoping to see a cheap flop. Why didn't I raise? Well, it was early in the tournament, I was in bad position if someone called my raise, and if I missed my flop, most assuredly someone would be betting into me. Anyways, the flop came up 10s - 6c - 7h. I hit my set and was first to act as well. I was wondering what I should bet considering there was a straight draw on the board. I led out and bet $100, a weak bet by many standards but I didn't want someone to know I had a monster. The guy to my left raised it to $300, and everbody folded back to me. I thought for a little while, would this guy have called 8 - 9 offsuit? Probably considering he was pretty inexperienced and didn't know 8 -9 offsuit wasn't a very good hand to call with under the gun. I called the extra $200. The turn came up 3d. That didn't help or hurt me and obviously didn't help hime either. I bet $300 and he took about 0.2 seconds and called me. That concerned me deeply. If he called that quickly, he probably had something good. A high pocket pair, J - 9 maybe? I had already decided to push hard on the river regardless of what the it was. The river came up 10c, giving me a full house. I knew at that point I had him beat, it was just a matter of how much money could I get out of him. I bet $600, hoping he would raise me. $600 compared to how much was in the pot was realtively small and it looked like a steal bet. Instead of raising, he just called and I showed my boat and he immediately mucked. In heinsight, I probably should've bet more, seeing he would've paid me off, but I was happy to win whatever I could. It was by no means a great played hand on my part, but it could've been worse, I suppose. As time went on my cards got worse and worse. I think I got dealt 3 -7 offsuit like ten times. The only pocket pair I had after that was deuces. The blinds pretty much robbed my stack of all it was worth. I ended overplaying a mediocre hand and going out in 23rd place.
After the tourney, I had a couple beers at the bar and watched Ryan do well. About forty minutes later a second cash game had started up and I jumped in. The only thing I can say about the cash game is that you could expect to get called with everything under the sun. I was up for a while, but ended up busting out a little more than an hour or so after sitting down to play. Ironically, Ryan busted out two minutes after I did. He finished 9th, making the final table. We didn't stick around to see who won. Come to think of it, I really could care less who won. I didn't do well at all and the day was pretty much a total loss.
This past Friday was Jim's weekly game. Bill and I went and we ended up getting there later than anticpated. I will put it to you this way, I probably would have been better served handing my money to Jim and leaving. I didn't play much at all. I kept hitting middle pair when someone had hit top pair. They would bet, I knew what they had and would fold only to see the card I needed to improve on the turn or river. I ended up finishing 11th out 18 or so people. I didn't stick around for the cash game. I just wanted to get out of there. I was way to frustrated and was better served to leave rather than to stay and play.
Next week is Kurt's, and I am just hoping for a good finish this time around. I am also going to try a new method. The stay away from Dave and other players like him (Mohamad), method. Let's see how it will work out. I will post my Top 5 on Thursday. Until then, later.
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