This was a fairly short comp for me and the start to poker weekend extravaganza, as ill be playing 3 games in 2 days.
It is however, a crapshoot, full of value, but equally full of donks. You need to double up really or be faced as a short stack after the break.
Nothing overly eventfully happens, I read one of the most successful guys there each hand we play in. Calling an all in with a pair of Kings, even though the Ace is onbored and also calling all in with AK to a King high bored, where a flush, straight and trips were available. It was a case of analysis of the play and looking for body signals. This in its self was the highlight of the night for me. I got upto around 9k and get involved in a hand with 88, flopping a set and rivering a boat with 8 8 8 A A. I lost when some moron turned over A 8 for A A A 8 8. That crippled me as he played it horribly, calling a large bet pre and a large one on the flop with bottom pair, then getting lucky when I push on the turn. bah, down to 2k.
I then push with 8 7 spades and get called by A A, flop a 7 and nothing more. Im out in level 3.
I then decide to take the last seat on the cash table and buy in for £40. Its a £1/£1 pot limit hold ‘em table. There are a few faces I have played with, a couple are blind drunk and ther are also two brothers from Plymouth.
Now call me suspicious, but there is something I dont like about two people, in a place for the same time, both bidding to try and take money from you. I always get paranoid that they have some master plan to collude and try to rob the poor locals, ala Rounders where they enter the Policeman’s Poker Torn.
Eitherway I will have to give them the BOTD (it made it worse that they were sitting next to each other). They even played up the concept that they new nothing and appeared to be a couple of learning idiots, asking stupid questions, taking a lot of time and generally annoying the hell out of me and the table. TBH one of them had to be the brains and the other, just had no skills whatsoever.
OK, I end up getting down to £15 and decide to push on the button with A 9 spades when the pot is raised from mid position, 3 callers and im looking at a quad up. River gives me the nut straight and I take the pot down. This gives me a chance now.
Im fairly card dead throughout, but the brothers are looking quite healthy. Given the fact they both sat down with nearly £150 each, they could afford to see things through and see things through they did. Calling pot raises of £100+ with either a gutshot or a 1 card flush. I wouldn’t mind the easy money shots, but they were hitting every time and felting the good players with sickening beats.
I manage to get another reasonable pot of about 3 hours, where my 7, 2 in the BB, hots 2 pair on the flop. I get to check raise throughout with one of the big stacks, who is trying to bully me playing blind. I felt him and take another £60. Im upto about £120, its a long grind and about 4am by now. I keep saying I am tired, but want to get a chance to inflict pain on these two, which are getting lucky and working together,
I get a chance when im dealt AA, I bet and they both call, its rare they are both in a hand, but either way. I bet pot when the flop comes King high, but brings a straight for anyone holding J 9, something fishy now happens, when the first brother, min raises me and then the second brother pots for about £200. This is dodgy, yes I think I have the best hand, yes I know I can be horribly outdrawn like the others. I decide to cut my losses and fold, as its easily beaten and its for all my money. These pricks then call, check, min bet, fold on the river. The cheating fucking shits have just pulled a stunt to get me out of the pot. He has the nerve to say he had the straight, which I later find out from a suspicious dealer he had K 4 for a pair of kings.
If there were more people around, these guys would be dead, Stokie style out in the car park. I didn’t loose huge amounts so could live with it. We are now down to the last 30 minutes and the better of the two goes to the cash desk, leaving the other, who is quite drunk by now. We are only 3 handed and he is throwing money at every flop, which I always checked to him (it helped that I had hit this) and every time he missed he would pot the river. I called these bets with Jack high and bottom pair as he did the same move each time he missed and always bet weak when he hit. I managed to take £160 off him in the next 30 mins and finished up, cashing in £260 for a £220 profit and a free day of poker (and free beery weekend I had Friday night).
Moral of the story is, you can get lucky with cards to come, but betting at a sober person, when they have you read like a book, will only involve you going broke sooner or later.
P.S. show your face around here again you pair of cheating fucks and you will get yourselves seriously filled in dot com
Na Night (well its 6.30am and im just going to bed)
