25/25. £200+20 buy in. Day 1b. 5 minutes left of level 9 of 10 for the day. Blinds 600/1,200/100. Eight handed.
We have 50k, which is about average.
UTG (43k) has been active of late, managing to pretty much double up without showing a card in the last couple of orbits. Early thirties, lives reasonably locally and has spoken a reasonable game. He opens to the table standard of 3,000.
Folded to the button, which is me. I have
and have a tight image. I decide to call. Blinds fold. (8,600 in the pot)
Flop
He bets 3,500. I call. He is stoic and is holding his cards together with both hands, fingers spread and facing fully forwards. No eye contact. (15,600)
Turn
He thinks for a while. Maybe 10 seconds. Now bets 6,800. I decide if I was good on the flop, I'm good on the turn, so call again. (29,200)
River
He dwells again for about ten seconds, before shoving (about the pot, if you're keeping track). He's not superconfident and he's not trying to deceive me with his body language.
I decide to call and he shows
Having essentially dumped an average stack into the guy's lap, I'm contemplating whether I should have done what the little guy on the other shoulder was telling me to do and fold. I was convinced he didn't have AA/KK or better but he wasn't showing me any real weakness. I wonder whether curiosity has done me.
My final reasoning was: it's AT/JJ or I'm ahead. Getting 2:1, it was the right call to make and the fact I'm now grumpily sitting in the bar is just results-oriented misery.
Fire away!
Refreshing to read such a well written PHA.