I'm the Donkey
I had a pretty good NL session Thursday. I played for over 8 hours, and cashed out with a win of over $2k, despite losing a $1200 pot that I should have gotten away from.
I was sitting with over $2500 in chips, and the guy in seat 6, who had been there all day as well, had around $600 in front of him. He was into the game for $800, but had double his last rebuy so he wasn't stuck too much. He seemed inexperienced in the ways of casino pocker, but proved to me that I'm the donkey, not him. I was dealt QQ and raised to $30, a standard raise in this game. He was my only caller, and we took the flop heads up. Flop was KQ9 with three suits, and I figure to have the best hand by a mile. He bet $20, I raised to $100. With shaking hands and a breaking voice, my opponent re-raised to $200. He could have flopped a straight or a set of kings, but I thought that AK was the most likely. I called, figuring to get the rest of his chips on later streets.
The turn was another K, giving me Queens full. He looked like he had been shot, and immediately said "all in". There was $400 in the pot, and his all in was for another $400. If he had flopped the straight, he's drawing dead. If he had kings full, I'm dead to the case Q. But, to have kings full, he would've had to have the case Q in his hand for KQ, or he would've had to call my original raise with K9. Since he was wearing an official WSOP baseball cap, I knew he wouldn't play a hand like K9, and the chance of his having the case Q was slim, as was the chance of quad K's, so I thought that my call was fairly automatic. I was putting him on AK and just figured that the donkey (btw, I don't really like the term "donkey" and never use it at the table, but this is a self deprecating use because I'm the donkey here)was overplaying his hand, so I said "call". The river was another 9, and I figured that I'd just lost a monster pot to a 3 outer. I tabled my hand, and he sat for about 20 seconds looking at my cards and at the board. I really don't think he knew what I had. He then turned over K9 for the turned full house, and showed me who the donkey really was.
I felt like a whiney phil helmuth because on the flop, I knew I had him trapped for his entire stack. He thought that his two pair were the nuts at the time. When the K paired on the turn, he was bailed out. I still think my call was correct based on the information I had about his play.
One other interesting pair of hands during the session came up near the end. Ceasar, a fairly good but too loose player who plays every day and probably wins more than he loses, was having a terrible day. I think he must've been in for over $1k, and never could get any traction. He was sitting to my left. I open raised to $30 with AJ, and he moved all in for $20 more with pocket tens. His hand held up, and he now had $100. The ver next hand, I was dealt AJ spades and open raised for $30 again. Ceasar started laughing as he moved all his chips into the pot. "Pocket tens again?" I asked, and he nodded his head. I called, and flopped a J. "Well Ceasar, I guess we're even now - I won one and you won one" as I stacked the $200 in chips.
It's tought to carry 6 racks of chips to the cage in a wheelchair, but I was up to the challenge.
I was sitting with over $2500 in chips, and the guy in seat 6, who had been there all day as well, had around $600 in front of him. He was into the game for $800, but had double his last rebuy so he wasn't stuck too much. He seemed inexperienced in the ways of casino pocker, but proved to me that I'm the donkey, not him. I was dealt QQ and raised to $30, a standard raise in this game. He was my only caller, and we took the flop heads up. Flop was KQ9 with three suits, and I figure to have the best hand by a mile. He bet $20, I raised to $100. With shaking hands and a breaking voice, my opponent re-raised to $200. He could have flopped a straight or a set of kings, but I thought that AK was the most likely. I called, figuring to get the rest of his chips on later streets.
The turn was another K, giving me Queens full. He looked like he had been shot, and immediately said "all in". There was $400 in the pot, and his all in was for another $400. If he had flopped the straight, he's drawing dead. If he had kings full, I'm dead to the case Q. But, to have kings full, he would've had to have the case Q in his hand for KQ, or he would've had to call my original raise with K9. Since he was wearing an official WSOP baseball cap, I knew he wouldn't play a hand like K9, and the chance of his having the case Q was slim, as was the chance of quad K's, so I thought that my call was fairly automatic. I was putting him on AK and just figured that the donkey (btw, I don't really like the term "donkey" and never use it at the table, but this is a self deprecating use because I'm the donkey here)was overplaying his hand, so I said "call". The river was another 9, and I figured that I'd just lost a monster pot to a 3 outer. I tabled my hand, and he sat for about 20 seconds looking at my cards and at the board. I really don't think he knew what I had. He then turned over K9 for the turned full house, and showed me who the donkey really was.
I felt like a whiney phil helmuth because on the flop, I knew I had him trapped for his entire stack. He thought that his two pair were the nuts at the time. When the K paired on the turn, he was bailed out. I still think my call was correct based on the information I had about his play.
One other interesting pair of hands during the session came up near the end. Ceasar, a fairly good but too loose player who plays every day and probably wins more than he loses, was having a terrible day. I think he must've been in for over $1k, and never could get any traction. He was sitting to my left. I open raised to $30 with AJ, and he moved all in for $20 more with pocket tens. His hand held up, and he now had $100. The ver next hand, I was dealt AJ spades and open raised for $30 again. Ceasar started laughing as he moved all his chips into the pot. "Pocket tens again?" I asked, and he nodded his head. I called, and flopped a J. "Well Ceasar, I guess we're even now - I won one and you won one" as I stacked the $200 in chips.
It's tought to carry 6 racks of chips to the cage in a wheelchair, but I was up to the challenge.