I gotta stay outta the titty bars. - Overheard at the T-Bird
Friday's session at the T-Brd was one of those sessions that we all love to hate. It was rife with potential, but the poker gods gave their blessing to others, giving a hit to my bankroll.
I played $3/6 at a table that had to have been the loosest, most passive table I've played there yet. One gent, who was there when I arrived, and still there when I left, saw every single flop - and of course he hit more than what you'd think was fair. The average number of players to a flop was 5-7
This table was was Bad Beat Boulevard in the heart of Suck Out City. Most of my big hands were busted and pre-flop raises received zero respect. After several hours, I was down one and a half buyins and decided to call it a night.
I have a lot to learn about playing tables with this kind of dynamic. I know they can be beaten - and that to do so requires a major adjustment to my game. I have some more reading and discussing to do....
11 days until Vegas! Otis has called for a storming of the castle at the Excalibur on Friday night. In light of that, I think it highly appropriate to instill a dress code for the occassion:
All poker bloggers in attendance at the royal court of 2-6 mayhem are hereby requested to don their loudest, most festive poker shirt - points will be given for color and wattage. Spread the word!
