A Merry Christmas to fellow bloggers and readers! Hope everyone is having a fun holiday.
Yes, it's Christmas. I'm at my parents house in an undisclosed location in Jean, Nevada (I mean, Long Island . . .). It's 3:00 pm. I'm trying to finish a memo that's due this week (client wants it billed during 2012 . . .) so I can head to Harrah's tomorrow for 4 days of poker with nothing hanging over my head.
I stopped by AC for three days on the drive up from D.C. to spend the weekend at Borgata. I really only got in one good session of $1/2 NL -- an 8 hour run Sunday afternoon/evening, in which I dropped $57. It was one of those sessions where nothing really went right. I was in the 7 seat. Across the table from me, in the 2 seat, was perhaps the biggest luckbox I've encountered. Over the course of the afternoon, he flopped sets/boats/trips at least 15 times. He drew to flushes/straights repeatedly as well. If ever the board was paired, he'd turn up with trips. It was just sick. He built his stack to over $1,200 during his heater. He showed just about every hand, as his flopping the nutz over and over and over had apparently become a running joke (funny to no one except said luckbox, of course).
For my part, I hit very few hands. And, when I flopped a rare hand, and bet it, I was re-raised. Every Time. Nothing was easy. The first instance was a hand against Luckbox. He limped in from middle position along with the cutoff. I checked my option in the big blind with Q 9 off. The flop came down QK9 rainbow. I checked. Luckbox bet $15. He bet everything. $15 into a $7 pot was not uncharacteristic of him. It also had no rhyme or meaning either. Cutoff folded, and I just called. The turn was a meaningless 7. Luckbox bet $25. I raised to $85. He re-raises to $175. Huh? Really? What? Again? Can he have it AGAIN!?!? Luckbox has shown down nearly every hand he's won, and has always had a monster. I say to him, "JT? Really? OK. I'll give you credit for the str8t . . ." I muck and he replies, "how about KT?". Um. Top pair, shitty kicker and a gutshot draw. Nice one. I folded the 73% favorite. I told him, "Nice Bluff . . ." He stared back blankly, not grasping the implication. If I thought for a moment he was representing the straight and trying to push me off a hand, I'd give him credit for his play. I'm confident he wasn't. Just sickening.
A little while later, I again limped in, this time from the small blind, with A7 off. The flop came down 5 A 7. It checks to me and I bet. Young kid calls. Turn is a 2. It checks to me and I bet again. Kid raises me 4x. Great. Did he limp in with 34? Or is he protecting his hand? This time I call. We both checked the river, and he shows down 57. Nice.
An hour later, I again get into it with the kid, just as I'm about ready to call it a day. This time he again limped in and I raised to $12 with KQ from the hijack. He calls the $10 on top. Flop comes out K 7 4 rainbow. He checks. I bet $17. He raises to $65. Huh? What? Again? What's he doing? Does he think I fired a C-Bet and he's trying to steal? Or is he trying to protect his hand from some phantom monster? I had seen this kid attempt to protect a flopped set earlier on in the session on a fairly dry board. In my mind, he had made his raise a street too early, and I recall thinking he lost some value. Was he again overplaying a big hand? In the end, with only top pair, and with my chips nearly in the rack already, I folded . . . face up. Kid said, "do you want to see?" I told him I didn't care (and I really didn't at that point). He showed anyway . . . pocket 44's. Thanks, I guess. He certainly lost some value as I was good for at least one more bet . . .
In the end, based on the way the cards fell for most of the day, a $57 loss was a huge win in my mind . . .