Saturday night, I played my longest session ever -- a 10.5 hour all-nighter.
My evening began at the poker room at Borgata. The last time I played Borgata, I dropped $400 when my KK got cracked by QJ. I was seeking redemption. None was found. I played my first hand about half an hour in. Pocket Jacks under the gun. I limp-call $10 and we go 4 to the flop -- Ten high, two diamonds. Villain -- the pre flop raiser, was somewhat short stacked. I check and he bets $25. I call and we are head up. The turn is the 2 diamonds. I lead for $65. I'm not sure if my JJ is good; I figure I can represent the flush the way the hand was played. Villain has about $85 behind. He tanks, and eventually calls. We check check the river (I don't think there is any fold equity in a bet here). Villain flips AA(d). He indicates he would have layed them down to my turn bet if he didn't have the redraw. So, first hand played -- JJ versus AA on a T-high flop. The hand costs me $100.
Twenty minutes later, I play my second hand. JJ. again. I call $15 on the button. The flop is 9 4 3. Villain leads for $25. I call. The turn is a Ten. Villain bets $65. Fuck. I fold. Villain shows AA. Two hands played. Both JJ versus AA as an overpair to the flop. At this point, I've only been playing less than an hour, but I'm sort of on tilt. I leave shortly thereafter, down $118.
I decide to move on to Harrah's. I buy in for $300. My first playable hand -- JJ. I feel like throwing up. After two limpers, I raise to $11. It folds around.
A few orbits later . . . you guessed it. JJ. Fourth time in two hours or so. I open to $15 in early position and get two callers. The flop comes J T 3. I lead for $22 with my top set. Fold. Fold. Of course.
Over the next few hours, I worked my stack up to $525, with a combination of decent hands and some bluffs. My image seemed solid. Then the wheels started to fall off. It started with this hand:
I call $15 with 66 against a decent reg, who is sitting on $400+. The flop is T 4 2. He checks and I check back. The turn blanks. He checks again. I put him on an Ace, and decide to take the pot down. I bet $23. He RAISES to $75. Weird. My read does not change. I get the sense he thinks I'm trying to buy the pot. I call. The river does not change anything. He leads for $65. Now I'm thoroughly confused. Why check two streets if he had a hand? I call and he shows TT for top set. In retrospect, I suppose the board seemed particularly dry, and he was hoping I'd catch a card on the river and he could get at least a bit of value for his hand? I gave him more than he could ever have hoped for. Another spectacular hand by P3.
Over the next hour or so, I lost a bit more on a series of standard hands. Then this gem:
I limp call $8 with 44. The flop is 4 9 T. Old guy ships his last $60. I snap. Turn is x . . . River is 6. Old guy tables 78. And, with that, I found myself down for the session.
A few more hours goes by. I'm card dead; although I do pick off a few pots with some bluffs. Then, finally, I look down at AA on the button. I raise three limpers to $15. Fold. Fold. Fold. Good times.
The very next orbit, I look down at KK on the button. I raise 2 limpers to $15. Fold. Fold. Of course.
An hour or so later, I'm sitting on $230, and pick up 6(s) 8(s) in the big blind. An active player (both in terms of hands played and constant table talk) raises to $10. He picks up two callers. I decide to come along and throw in another $8. The flop is 6 6 4. Interesting. Dude leads for $25. It folds to me. I just call. The turn is unmemorable. He leads for $65. Again, I just call. The River is a Q. Dude puts me all in. I call . . . and show my 6. Villain just mucks. Hand really felt like he just spazzed. I don't think he said a word for an hour afterwards. His mistake was OK by me!
My phone died at some point in the night. Eventually, I asked the guy next to me for the time. 4:45 am. I had sat down at Harrah's just after 8:30 pm. This was my longest session ever, particularly including the roughly 1.5 hours I played at Borgata. Tally for the evening: ($118) at Borgata; $160 Harrah's . . . $42 profit. Not particularly favorable; but it beats losing.