It's Sunday afternoon. I'm back in the office (our new office) working to finish a brief. Who needs to spend Sunday watching football when you can listen to the games online on Sirius/XM . . . I did, however, make it to the Shoe for some poker Saturday evening. I took a modest loss on the session. As has been the trend, recently, a lone hand did me in, turning what would have been a winning session into the red.
I started the hand with about $370. Villain was sitting on about $250... After 4 limpers, villain raises to $10 from the Cut-off. I look down at a red AK in the big blind. I think about raising, but not sure I want to build a big pot out of position. Ultimately, after a short tank, I just call, and, after picking up one more, we go three to the flop:
K J 9 (two clubs).
I check my top pair and it checks to the original raiser, who bets $30. I re-raise to $100. It folds to villain who shoves. It's $115 more to me. I call fairly quickly, figuring there is a decent amount I'm ahead of, including some draws. And, as I normally do, since I'm not a giant jackass, I table my hand. Even though I did not have to. Because, like, who gives a crap. It's $1/3 NL. Lets move things along . . .
Villain, however, does not table. The turn blanks. He still does not table. I think he's drawing. River falls as a harmless red deuce. Only then does villain flip his QT for the flopped nuts. Really? Losing the hand really did not bother me. But, I'll admit, I was somewhat tilted by Villain's etiquette. Was it a slow roll? Perhaps not as that term is traditionally thought of. But, come on. What is he worried about? Me hitting runner, runner Broadway? Anyway; maybe I was being a bit overly sensitive. But he pissed me off. He pissed me off even more when he cashed out with my $250 chips just minutes later after, like, a 30 minute session.
In the end, I left down $95 . . . living to play another day . . .