I played a 6 hour session at MGM NH Saturday night. It did not go well. If you follow me on Twitter at @PetePPeters, you likely know this from my post-session Twitter-Tilt-Barrage. I bought in for a total of $700, and cashed out $272. I was rivered repeatedly; showed down second best multiple times; missed every draw I chased; "hit" the draws I folded; called with the worst; and folded the best. Without further ado, and more for my venting benefit than your entertainment, I provide the highlights.
- Open AK to $15 and get 2 calls. Flop is 5 A Q. I bet, get one call. Turn blanks. I bet, he calls. River is a 6. I bet, he calls. I show TPTK. He stares at the board for a solid 5 seconds or so before slow rolling Q6 off-suit. Off to a flying start. Immediately add on for $200 (in for $500).
- Flop top pair and a gut shot. I bet flop and turn before rivering the straight. Villain leads, I raise, he calls. We chop. Top pair would have been good.
- Call raise in position with Q 9 spades. Flop top pair on a Q J 2 board. Check call flop bet. Turn is a 9. Check call. River blanks. Check call. My two-pair loses to QJ.
- Call a small raise 5 ways with A(d) 4(d). Flop 3(d) (6)(d) (5)(h). Open-ended straight draw, A-high flush draw, back door straight flush draw. Not bad. I call a flop bet. Turn blanks. I check-raise. He calls. I miss the river. He checks, I fire. He calls with 5 6 off.
At this point, I'm becoming frustrated; but still having fun. Beer is helping my disposition.
- I raise AQ to $17. 5 callers (why not . . .). Flop is 4 Q T. I lead for $50. And get two calls. I check the turn. Guy bets in the range of $100 and gets a call. I fold. Winner tables 44. Ok. Pretty standard. But . . .
- Very next hand I call a raise with 9 T in position, and flop an up-and-down straight draw multi-way. A smallish flop bet prices me in and I make the call. Turn misses. I'm again priced in by some joker and call. River blanks.
Add on another $200. In for $700.
- Shortly thereafter, I raise KK. Flop is Q 6 2. I bet and get action. Turn x. I bet and get called. River is a Q. Villain leads big. I fold. Pretty certain I got chased down with a Q.
- Open with Q T clubs. I once again flop an open-ended straight draw and a flush draw. I bet $25, its raised to $65, and then re-raised to $225. FML. I fold my HUGE draw. I mean, I have not hit one yet, am already down $400, and would have to commit my remaining $300 on this hand. Other guy calls . . . turn blanks . . . club on the river. A flopped set beats two pair and my winning flush is in the muck.
- Play KJ and lose to K9 on a K9x flop.
At this point, I'm properly titled. Beer has turned from friend of my emotional state to arch enemy. I send the following text to Lightning and Rob:
Lightning, being the good friend he is, provides his usual excellent advice. I play on . . .
After a few additional minor losing hands, the straw that broke the proverbial camel's back:
- I open AA to $17 from early position and get two calls. Flop is Q(c) 8(x) 9(c). I bet $35. Both players call, of course. Turn is a 7. I check (pot control and shitty board). Villain 1, a typical Crasian-Asian, bets $100. I'm prepared to call this bet given his table image. But, then, old guy next to me -- solid player -- CALLS the $100. I feel like I'm nearly always beat. I recall the AQ hand above which played out similarly, and where my top pair was crushed by a set of 4's. Thusly, I fold. These two fine gentlemen decide to check down the blank on the river. Crasian tables Q J and old man mutter an "I missed."
At this point, I grab my remaining $200+ and, for the first time in years, abruptly mutter something about performing a sex act on the game of poker, and storm off from the table.
Later that night, while enjoying a beer at Tap Sports Bar, I felt sort of bad about my reaction. I should have handled it better. This is, after all, my new local poker room. Reputation is important. I should have casually gotten up, offered the table a "Nice playing with you all . . ." and wished everyone good luck -- my standard departure routine. But 6 hours of getting kicked in the nuts got the better of me. I vowed to do better next time the poker gods decide to take a steaming one on my head.