Credit to Gus Hansen for the title. His book was far more interesting than this post will be. I assure you.
Sunday night, I drove back to the Shoe, looking to log a few more hours. I played a brief three-hour session from 6:00 to 9:00. I did not play many hands; but each is detailed below.
Buy in for $300. Get the ten seat. Table looks like a bunch of regulars, several of whom had decent stacks. Not surprising I guess for Sunday evening.
Two hands in, dealt AQ UTG. I limp $3. Six people see the flop. I miss. Fold to a bet and two calls. [I limped here because I had just sat down at the table, and, because my confidence is shot. I figured I'd get a handful of calls if I raised, and that I'd miss the flop. I miss EVERY flop, lately].
Get AQ again, in early position. Raise to $11. Four callers. The flop is 8-high. I check. Someone bets $25 and gets a call . . .
KJ in middle position. I raise to $11 and get one call. Another low flop, which I completely whiff. I check OOP. It checks back. Turn blanks. I bet $15 and get called. River is a K. I bet $25 and he folds.
I call $10 in the cut-off with 9T(d) after four people already called. Six of us take the flop. I flop a gut shot (no diamond draw), which I fold to a $45 bet and a call.
I have K(c)9(c) in the big blind. A single player raises to $10, and I throw in $7 more. Flop is 77T. I fold to a C-Bet. [I may have been ahead on this flop; but I put in the $7 hoping for clubs. Since I missed, I moved on. I figured it was a hand I should not have played to start with, so why compound my mistake].
Twenty minutes of nothing. I won one small pot the first hour. Pretty standard lately. I'm dealt KQ off (both black) UTG+1. This is likely a foldable hand. But, I'm fucken bored as balls. When you are card dead, every session, these hands seem to get harder and harder to fold. I Raise to $11, and get two callers. The flop is 89J (all hearts). Another gut shot draw to a hand that could already be crushed. Just the way I like it. I check, villain #1 checks, villain #2 bets $20. I fold.
I limp 23 from the small blind. Five to the flop of 344. I check and it checks around. Turn is a 3. I check again. Middle position bets $10, and I call. Heads up to the river, which is a Queen. I lead $20 and he folds.
Card dead for another two orbits, when I get AT off in early position. I limp-call $7, and we go four to the flop. I miss. Of course. [Again, another hand I should probably just muck. But after two orbits of crap, I got antsy to play a hand]
Limp call $13 with 66 after two other callers. Miss.
Limp call $15 four ways with 22 UTG. Several deep stacks. Miss.
Very next hand, I'm dealt 44 in the big blind. There is a $17 raise and a call when it gets to me. One of the villains has about $200. The other is very deep. I've just limped two small pocket pairs the past ten minutes. I feel like my stack is just starting to drain. I haven't hit a flop all night. But I suck it up and call. The flop is 8 4 Q rainbow. About time. I check. Original raise bets $25 and gets a call. I just call. Turn is a T. I check, raiser bets $40, and villain #2 folds. Raiser only has a little over $100 left. I shove and he snaps with KK. I basically played my hand sort of face up, here. I mean, isn't the check-raise on the turn the donkey line for a set? If I lead the flop, maybe I get some more out of villain #2. But, who knows. If I lead, maybe KK raises, and villain #2 folds the flop..
Shockingly, after my "mini rush" of shitty pocket pairs, I am again card dead. Which is frustrating as hell. Because, just after my 44's, the entire table basically turned over. We got four-handed, then merged with another table. The new table was insanity. Several big stacks, and every pot was several hundred. One dude bought in for $300, lost it all in 3 hands; rebought another $300, and lost that too in a a single orbit. I got none of it.
9:00. Time to head home. Work in the morning. Cashed out $435.
Not a very good weekend. If I try and view it positively, if my trips hold up Friday night, I'm sitting on $800 (off a $600 buy in), and I have a decent weekend. Hell, if I had just folded my K9 on that hand pre flop, I'd have only been down about $60 . . . That $400 loss to the rivered heart was the key hand . . . That's poker. At least I roll into next weekend on a hot streak!