So yeah, student champs, disaster. Busted shortly before day 2 in the high roller, played a hand badly. Busted two bullets in the ME too, although one was a very very late entry. All in all, poker wise, a disastrous weekend. Still finished in profit due to some proper blackjack rungood however, so cannot complain.
Interesting tale of the weekend however was our (me and my mate Dave's) journey to day 1b of the ME. Dave was awesome and let me stay at his place in loughborough with him, while we played the student champs together. Actually had an awesome time, but this was by far the highlight. Dave's house was, unfortunately, freezing cold. The heating was on a 3 hour clock, but it seemed to take the first hour to get going, and the last hour to slowly cool back down to freezing. We were running a little late, due to my inability to get up on time, and as I was going to the shower, I shut the bedroom door behind me. My logic was that, while we had the heating on, try and keep the door shut to keep the heat in. It was only when I got back out of the shower, that I realized that each door has a lock. Said lock requires a key. I don't have a key, it's not my room, and neither does dave. First time I've ever booted a door in. Felt a little bad, tried to convince myself it was variance, ended up admitting that I hadn't paid enough attention and it was entirely play bad :p
After Coventry, I came back home, and grinded my local genting club, and took a ride down to Aspers in london for the first time. Disaster. I can't even remember how it all went at Southend, suffice to say that I had to adjust my calling ranges to account for some of the hand valuations that were happening, and ran into the top of several peoples ranges, including a guy who flopped a flush twice in the space of 5 hands, while we were 4 handed. Aspers could have been a disaster, but I was saved by some tremendous thinking, especially in this hand. I open 66 from the C/O, and get a call from both blinds in a 1/1. Flop comes 7/7/4 with two hearts. Checks to me, I c-bet, BB calls. Turn is our money card, the
. BB now donks out a little less then half pot, and we raise, believing that he cannot fold a flush or a seven here. He calls. River comes an offsuit 10. BB donks a little under half pot again, and we put in pretty much a 3x raise. He tanks, and eventually calls. I table my 6's full, he apologizes and tables 7/4 for the flopped nuts. As I'm staring with a kinda open mouth, he looks at me and says "I put you on 10s." I quickly regain my composure, smile, say nh, and spend the next half hour having the most wonderful massage I've ever had, from a particularly lovely Brazilian girl, all the while wondering what on earth just happened.
So all in all, we reach last Friday in a comfortably 4 figure hole for the month, having not had an actual winning poker session since mid march. I then decide to head back down to Southend, determined to beat the game before heading back to uni. Won a big pot with AA where I riverd a flush, then another one where i had KQ on a QQJ flop K turn vs QJ and somehow J10 in a three way all in. Then, these hands happen.
I have 2/2 on the SB in 1/1, playing about £500. Flop comes
. I check, which I actually don't like very much, but either way, the old boy utg makes it £12. Folds all the way to the btn, who has been solid all night, who makes it 37. He is playing about 300, old boy about 120-140. Now, old boy is pretty loose, plays draws very strongly and tends to generally overvalue hands. I figure that if he has a flush, he has a flush, whatever. The other guy however could have anything from a flush, to J9, to 99, to a J with a K/A of clubs, maybe even A9 with the A of clubs, all are comfortably ahead of the old boys range. I believe that this guy will not continue in the hand without a flush, and my set is likely good against this guy. I plan on raise/folding. I make it 88, old boy flats with about 30 behind, btn tank folds. I put the old boy in on the turn, and he FOLDS and shows me
. I announce "what a bluff!" and scoop the pot, only to be shown
by the btn who folded. I love my life.
Little while later, a guy loses a big pot when a 4th flush card hits the river, and angrily mucks his hand. I've been playing with this guy for hours, and he has never straddled. He throws in a straddle, on my BB. It folds right the way through to the SB, who calls. I look down at J2os, and make it 12. Straddle unsurprisingly makes it 27, sb folds, I think that this guy is doing this very light, and I make it 66. The look on his face tells me that he wasn't strong, or expecting to be 4-bet. He thinks for waaaaayyy too long to be strong, and calls. i figure this guy is likely tilty, and just trying to hit a flop. The flop comes J94, two hearts. I make it 90 as a c-bet, he thinks for way too long again, and calls. At this point, I don't think I can put him on a made hand. Maybe a 9, rarely a J, maybe 10s, never an overpair maybe Q10, maybe some random flush draw. Turn card is a 10. I had literally no idea what to do at this point. I figure I have a good chance of having the best hand, but don't really know what I want to see from the villain, especially if I check. In the end, I put him in for 300 odd, maybe a little less. He tank calls, and im like ffs im dead here. The disaster
hits the river two, completing literally everything. He looks at me, and I say I have a J, and table it. He then angrily states that he called me, so I have to show both. I'm feeling like this is a dead cert slow roll, but rules are rules, so i table the deuce. He calls me all sorts of names, then throws his hand into the muck and walks away. Again, I wonder what on earth is going on here. Ended that game up the better part of 1k, then spent the next day chopping a £30 comp for £510 4 ways (I had the chip lead, so does this mean I can shave @belton?
) and leave for uni feeling considerably better about myself and my bankroll, and after a few other sessions, am actually up for the month, albeit only a little way. Swings, huh?
Feeling very nervous for tonight. In a "big" 1/1 game with a bunch of great guys and great players (and myself), which I'm secretly buzzing for and pretty confident I can have a good run. However, I have to show off my cooking skills tonight, and frankly, this can only end in tears and several unwelcome days in the loo. Many apologies to anyone eating anything I have to cook, even the brilliance of Melissa and Goulder (see fry up attempts) will struggle to compensate for me
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