Mr. Boy Genius has linked to this blog. I don’t think I’ve had any worthwhile posts in a while, so I’m not sure what y’all are going to read here while visiting.
On the poker front, I lost $50 or so yesterday playing no limit and limit. Wasn’t getting cards to play, and couldn’t get them to connect at all. I haven’t had a day like that in a while. Pretty disheartening, especially since I had just recently moved into the black. I still haven’t paid myself back for my poker bankroll, since that would only leave me with $10 of other people’s money (OPM).
Today I wasn’t able to take advantage of the WPT-fueled fish due to academic commitments. I still managed to get in a late night session and made a few bucks, averaging about 22BB per 100. That was a little more like it. One table was pretty amazing. I caught a run of good cards, and even several of the hands I folded pre-flop turned out to be winners. The table was still as loose and aggressive as it had been when I decided to quit, but when a few orbits go by and your cards don’t catch, sometimes you figure you’re ahead and that’s good enough for an early Thursday morning.
Actually, now that I think back on it, I think I realized that I had just been lucky and had to get out of there fast. On one hand, my KQ and someone else’s KK sucked out the winning straight on the river, much to the dismay (I’m sure) of the guy who had rockets. I had paired the queen and then stayed for the straight, convinced that the other guys were full of it. Lucky me. On one of my first hands I had pocket queens that sucked out a set on the river after my oppponent flopped two pair with big slick. I had raised pre-flop in the big blind and bet first in after the flop put both overcards on the board. Then, instead of folding to his raise, I called. After the turn gave me a flush draw, I decided to play pot odds instead of folding to his bet and fished for the flush. Lucky again. One time in the BB, I had J4o and flopped two pair. Damn lucky.
Of course, on one hand with cowboys, I decided to fold to a guy representing three queens. He had, of course, nothing at all. And that probably had a lot to do with my quitting a half hour later. It was really way too late for me to stick around for a chance to slap that guy around with a big pair.