Fight Night. Well. Almost.
I stopped by the Shoe after today's (Sunday's) O's game, to play a few hours of $1/3. Over the course of the first half hour, I played a total of three hands. KQ, AQ and 99. I opened each in early position to $17. The KQ hand saw a missed flop, a C-bet that was called, and a $42 loss. On the AQ hand, I hit an ace heads up (against the ultimate villain in this story), checked the flop, bet the turn, and took down a small pot. And, finally, on the 99 hand, I opened UTG to $17 and did not get a call. So, in sum, the first half hour, I played only three hands, opened each to a decent raise, and didn't show down a single card.
So, on the hand at issue. Villain -- an older (60-ish) reg, wearing shorts, with an orange Orioles shirt and Orioles cap -- opens in early position for $15. He gets a call from middle position. I'm in the small blind and look down at QQ. I raise to $46. And villain starts in immediately: "you must have AA. You're not good enough to raise with any other hands . . ." Um. What? OK. Sir. I say nothing, particularly since we are still 3-handed. Villain flats the $46, and third player bows out. The flop comes down 5 Q 7 (rainbow). Nice. I'm first to act, and decide to lead out for $65. Villain quickly calls. The turn is an A. I decide to check, and villain checks back. River is another A. I tank a bit, and ultimately slide out a stack of $125. Villain goes in to the tank: "Quad Aces? Really? Do you really have quad aces? I really think I'm good here . . ." Villain eventually calls. I table my boat and he shows KK. Then the fire works start: "Yeah. Shake your head. Like you knew I had KK. Do you know how lucky you are? You are such a bad player. I can't believe you raised QQ pre flop. You are such a bad player. What if I had shoved? Are you gonna go all in pre-flop with your QQ? I had you dominated. Yeah, keep smiling. Don't worry. You are soooo bad, I'll get ALL my money back and more . . . Who raises QQ to $50 pre flop? What did you think I had? You are soooo bad"
At this point, a couple of the younger guys at the table ask if Villain and I know each other. I think they assumed he was joking. One of them asks, "Sir, you are joking right? You are joking about 3-betting Queens, aren't you?" Villain, however, is not joking. And he continues with his rant: "I should have shoved all in. How bad are you raising QQ... What would you have done if I had shoved?" Now, again - my actual skills at poker are sort of irrelevant in this spot. Based on the three hands I had previously played, I'm not sure how you could conclude that I'm a bad player. Up to this point, I had just sat silent, and stacked my chips. But no longer: "Sir, perhaps you SHOULD have 4-bet your kings pre flop." He continues: "I was way ahead the whoooole time! You are soo bad at poker. I'm going to win it all back and more." Me: "Sir; just relax. Please relax sir. You only have $24 left. How are you going to take $600 from me with those chips?" I continued: "Sir, if you need a loan to rebuy, I can float you some cash . . ." At this point, Villain's face nearly matched his orange O's hat and shirt.
Sadly, over the course of the next hour or so, I only got involved in one more hand with Villain. I limped 76 from the big blind and turned two pair. Villain paid me off on a $12 turn bet, and then we checked down the river (there were straight and flush draws on the board). In fact, had Villain bet the river, he probably could have taken me off my 2 pair. But, apparently, Villain was not a very creative player . . .
I walked up $300 after 2 hours or so.
Sadly, the $300 profit did not quite make up for my disastrous Saturday evening . . . Saturday afternoon, I played 4 hours of black jack and VP and made a couple hundred bucks. Then it was off to Morton's for dinner, followed by the 7:05 first pitch at Camden Yards. After the game, I walked back to the casino to play a session. It was a bad idea from the start. I was, um . . . pretty drunk. Almost immediately, I three-barreled KQ on a missed board and found myself down about $90. I added $100 back to my stack, and then played this hand: I had K(d) Q (s). I raised $15 and got one call. The flop was Diamond, Diamond, Diamond. I fired the flop, and got called. The turn blanked. I over bet the pot . . . and got called. The river was the 3(d). Villain checks to me . . . and winks. I have about $225 left. Villain has me covered. Now, if villain's wink was suppose to say, "hey, dummy, I have the Ace," such subtlety was lost on me given my drunken haze. Based on his calls of my flop and turn bet, I did not think he was drawing (although he could have flopped the nuts). In any event, drunken Pete slid out a stack of redbirds. Villain immediately shoves. Fuck. Huge pot. $125 more to call. I know I hung myself. But I paid him off. He shows A(d) 8(c). I rebought (in for $700), but got up shortly thereafter, as I was both drunk and bored - a bad combination for poker. So, I took my $285 or so and did the only sensible thing -- threw the chips down at the black jack table and started playing $50 hands. That too did not go well.
At this point, I totally Tony'd. I went to the ATM and pulled out another $400, with the intention of winning it all back at the black jack table. But, fortunately, I had a moment of clarity. Instead, I opted for one last beer and a cheeseburger at Guy Fierri's . . . A pretty bad end to an otherwise fun Saturday . . .