My last post certainly generated a lot of great responses. The subject of gender/age/bankroll/whatever-specific poker tournaments is certainly one to be debated. All opinions are respected and I will leave those of you who wish to debate the subject further to find each other and do so.
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I had a great time with Doug and Gary at the T-Bird Friday night. We all eventually were together at one table - me right between the two of them playing 4/8. It was a joy to have these guys there to talk to - almost too much of a joy 'cause I wasn't paying attention as much as I should've and made a few bone-head plays as a result. One in particular that had me steaming for a few hands afterwards. Like what, you ask. Oh, please let me elaborate.. I do so love to illustrate what an ass I can be.
Oh, hell.. I'll just cut to the chase.
I mucked the nuts.
Uh-huh.
I mucked the nuts.
It went something like this. My opponent bet in the dark before the river, but I didn't hear that. I thought he checked the river and so I bet, having made my nut flush. He flipped his cards and I thought he'd folded. I mucked my hand. When the dealer pushed the sizable pot to my opponent I protested, only to be informed of what had happened.
Shut up. I don't wanna hear it.
Sigh. Get the room at the nursing home ready for me.
My blind hands were especially good to me that session. I probably took a fair share of my pots from those hands - another case for raising the blinds. I played one just because Doug and Gary were there. When the flop hit I started laughing and I think they knew what was coming. Sure enough, I got a set of sevens with the hammer in the hole and cracked pocket aces. At a limit table. I don't think I need to tell you just how much I enjoyed that.
Another hand had Doug shaking his head as to how I played it. I had top pair and a royal flush draw. The only thing I can say in my defense is that I didn't think I could get value for betting out - I figured a bet would generate a fold. So I checked my hand, instead, until the river (which made my flush) and my opponent bet, which I then raised and he called (at least that's how I think it happened - he may have raised me and I re-raised - see? Dying brain cells already).
I was on the winning side Friday, thank goodness. I played with Doug and Gary about 4 hours and then another couple of hours or so after they left. Without them to talk with, I put my concentration back in the game and played better. My final high spot of the evening was when, standing in line to cash out, a tall dread-locked fellow looked at the 2 racks of whites and the clutch of reds sprinkled with 4 greens in my hands and asked "You get that at a limit table?" I answered in the affirmative. He asked what I bought in for and after telling him he said "Good going!" I couldn't disagree with him.
I'm definately looking forward to playing with Doug and Gary again - gentlemen both and a pleasure.
Anyone remember the Seinfeld episode Bizarro Jerry? That's the one where there are a group of friends who look like and are the exact opposite of Jerry, Elaine, Kramer, George and Newman. I've experienced a version of this - a sort of Bizarro Poker Blogger. Looking around the table Friday night there was Bizarro BG, Bizarro Halverson Professional Poker Player™ , Bizarro Drizztdj and even a teeny-teeny-tiny hint of a Bizarro Iggy. Weird.
