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Hello Blonde!
It's been a while! A combo of hardly anything interesting happening, a laptop with a knackered charger and a crippling illness have kept me away. A cold counts for a crippling illness right?
I find that when I play poker live, it's about 3/1 that I end up with a cold in the next few days. All those people in close proximity, passing chips and cards between each other. It's effectively a nuclear bomb to my weak immune system. I have survived car crashes, tumbles down a cliffside and a couple of late night kebab van kickings with barely a scratch. But cough in moy direction and I am bedridden for a week choking down lemsip and sneezing into enough tissues that anyone going into my bedroom would think I was a chronic masturbator.
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My last poker trip was last Monday. Headed to the Vic in the afternoon for some cash action with a plan to play at the Luton G in the evening.
Get into the cardroom at about 2:30pm, with £300 and a dream. Check the lists for games running, and there is one table of £1/£1, one table of £1/£2, and a £5/£10. Put my name on the £1/£1 and £1/£2 and decided to just sit whatever got called first.
First person I clap eyes on was Charlie Carrel. The guy is such a sicko. Heard he took a £60K PLO pot at the Vic that week, and won the Sunday $500 on Stars that week also. Not too shabby for a chap who started at the micros in 2013. I hoped that if I rubbed shoulders with him, then I might get a bit of the magic run good dust on me and I would take down some juicy pots. He was on the £5/£10 or something though so no such luck.
Got called for the £1/£2 and was in for £200. Was up some, then down some, then somehow managed to get it in with 88 vs ATo against a loose passive Indian chap and turn a straight after the 567 flop. All in all we made about £50 profit from the 3 hour session at The Vic. When I go to the cage to cash out my meager winnings, some kid who looks like he's not even old enough to be in a cardroom dumps £16,000 in chips on the counter. What a life.
If there's one thing I hate the most, it's the rush hour trains from London to Luton/Bedford. Packed in like sardines, everyone trying to look more important than everyone else in their suits with their ties done up to eleven, looking miserable as fuck on their way back to their two bedroom house in St Albans where they have to deal with their wives and kids until the rat race starts again at 6am. Just looking at them on that train makes me realise that the 9-5 lifestyle is not for me.
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I get to the Luton G at about 7pm for the £30+£5 comp with a 30k starting stack. I have been vocal about how I feel about these smaller comps that get 20-50 runners having massive starting stacks, but this one seemed to be structured well enough that after the initial 4x30 minute levels everything leveled out nicely.
Managed to dust off the first 30k bullet within 6 minutes. I think it's a record for the most big blinds spewed in the first level.
4 handed table - We have
- blinds 25/50.
UTG opens to 200.
Button Calls.
We 3bet to 700.
UTG folds.
Button 4bets to 3000. - I have history with this player, and I am convinced he thinks I'm just an aggro internet kid who constantly 3to5 bets every hand. Does not like me at all.
We reraise to 7000.
He makes it 12000.
We shove for 32000.
He calls.
He has
.
We turn a diamond sweat but brick it and end up with about 800 left behind which we spin up to about 6k but dust off quickly. It was pretty well played by him, I feel he was anticipating my 3bet so by calling he keeps his range super wide and I just level the arse off myself.
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I promised Scott I would post a hand we played but I have forgotten it despite me promising not to. Sorry mate, if you remember it stick it in.
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I have this thing I like to call "Red Light/Green Light". This might make me seem like a nutter who thinks he has magic poker powers - but when something doesn't make sense in a hand, I will get an image of a set of traffic lights with the green light flashing - the more it flashes, the more suspect I feel the play is . I'm not sure if this is something other players experience, but it has served me well over the years in making some really thin hero calls. It's basically my bullshit alarm, and it's got a pretty high success rate.
We open 
from the Hijack at 400/800/100. Called from the button.
Flop
.
We bet around 2k, and get snap shoved on for like 18k. On goes the green light.
Villain has been chatting about wanting to "outplay me like I outplayed him" (I think I 3bet shoved the river with T7 for a turned top pair and he folded - another Green Light moment)
I do a little speechplay about how I must have the best hand. I convinced myself I did, and make the call with King High with two cards to come.
He has
for the up and downer.
Binks the
on the turn.
We return the binkage by smacking the
on the river.
Many times we get this in drawing quite thin, but on this occasion we look like a mad poker Uri Geller. Spoons to table one.
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Blinds are 4000/8000/1000, and Andy Lyew takes position on me. Andy is the player I have the most history with, and the unfortunate honor of losing flips to me all the time. I've got to know him quite well after we got sat next to each other for about 8 comps running in 2013. He knows that I know that he knows that I know and so on...much more fun and I always enjoy our battles.
I have about 100K at this point after losing a 70k all in to a flush draw that turned top pair. Andy opens to 16000 UTG.
I have 
in the BB.
I know he is capable of making some possibly too tight laydowns after opening. I also know he is capable of opening extremely light with a shortish stack (we both have about 100k). So I pile the chips in. I regret it almost immediately. I pictured him just tank folding, he's done it to me tons of times.
He snaps my neck with 
.
Flop Qxx
Turn 4
River is bullshit because we didn't win.
Andy is my Scooby Doo type nemesis in the sense that we seem to always be tangled up in pots for the sake of playing pots with each other. Jamming 45hh though? I would have gotten away with it....
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Sat at 50p/£1 cash for a bit, super boring game. Got talked into DC. Lost £100 - most of it in a 6card Omaha hand where we have middle set, King blockers to broadway and the nut flush draw. River is the only king that would make broadway without giving me the nut flush. We check - he pots £55 - we curse our luck and fold.
Total damage for the day -£200.
Train fare back from London because I bought an Off Peak ticket - £14.50.
Cost of Lemsip, Sinex and Strepsils - £8.
Calling King high and being right - PRICELESS.
It's been a while! A combo of hardly anything interesting happening, a laptop with a knackered charger and a crippling illness have kept me away. A cold counts for a crippling illness right?
I find that when I play poker live, it's about 3/1 that I end up with a cold in the next few days. All those people in close proximity, passing chips and cards between each other. It's effectively a nuclear bomb to my weak immune system. I have survived car crashes, tumbles down a cliffside and a couple of late night kebab van kickings with barely a scratch. But cough in moy direction and I am bedridden for a week choking down lemsip and sneezing into enough tissues that anyone going into my bedroom would think I was a chronic masturbator.
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My last poker trip was last Monday. Headed to the Vic in the afternoon for some cash action with a plan to play at the Luton G in the evening.
Get into the cardroom at about 2:30pm, with £300 and a dream. Check the lists for games running, and there is one table of £1/£1, one table of £1/£2, and a £5/£10. Put my name on the £1/£1 and £1/£2 and decided to just sit whatever got called first.
First person I clap eyes on was Charlie Carrel. The guy is such a sicko. Heard he took a £60K PLO pot at the Vic that week, and won the Sunday $500 on Stars that week also. Not too shabby for a chap who started at the micros in 2013. I hoped that if I rubbed shoulders with him, then I might get a bit of the magic run good dust on me and I would take down some juicy pots. He was on the £5/£10 or something though so no such luck.
Got called for the £1/£2 and was in for £200. Was up some, then down some, then somehow managed to get it in with 88 vs ATo against a loose passive Indian chap and turn a straight after the 567 flop. All in all we made about £50 profit from the 3 hour session at The Vic. When I go to the cage to cash out my meager winnings, some kid who looks like he's not even old enough to be in a cardroom dumps £16,000 in chips on the counter. What a life.
If there's one thing I hate the most, it's the rush hour trains from London to Luton/Bedford. Packed in like sardines, everyone trying to look more important than everyone else in their suits with their ties done up to eleven, looking miserable as fuck on their way back to their two bedroom house in St Albans where they have to deal with their wives and kids until the rat race starts again at 6am. Just looking at them on that train makes me realise that the 9-5 lifestyle is not for me.
---
I get to the Luton G at about 7pm for the £30+£5 comp with a 30k starting stack. I have been vocal about how I feel about these smaller comps that get 20-50 runners having massive starting stacks, but this one seemed to be structured well enough that after the initial 4x30 minute levels everything leveled out nicely.
Managed to dust off the first 30k bullet within 6 minutes. I think it's a record for the most big blinds spewed in the first level.
4 handed table - We have
- blinds 25/50. UTG opens to 200.
Button Calls.
We 3bet to 700.
UTG folds.
Button 4bets to 3000. - I have history with this player, and I am convinced he thinks I'm just an aggro internet kid who constantly 3to5 bets every hand. Does not like me at all.
We reraise to 7000.
He makes it 12000.
We shove for 32000.
He calls.
He has
. We turn a diamond sweat but brick it and end up with about 800 left behind which we spin up to about 6k but dust off quickly. It was pretty well played by him, I feel he was anticipating my 3bet so by calling he keeps his range super wide and I just level the arse off myself.
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I promised Scott I would post a hand we played but I have forgotten it despite me promising not to. Sorry mate, if you remember it stick it in.
---
I have this thing I like to call "Red Light/Green Light". This might make me seem like a nutter who thinks he has magic poker powers - but when something doesn't make sense in a hand, I will get an image of a set of traffic lights with the green light flashing - the more it flashes, the more suspect I feel the play is . I'm not sure if this is something other players experience, but it has served me well over the years in making some really thin hero calls. It's basically my bullshit alarm, and it's got a pretty high success rate.
We open
from the Hijack at 400/800/100. Called from the button. Flop
. We bet around 2k, and get snap shoved on for like 18k. On goes the green light.
Villain has been chatting about wanting to "outplay me like I outplayed him" (I think I 3bet shoved the river with T7 for a turned top pair and he folded - another Green Light moment)
I do a little speechplay about how I must have the best hand. I convinced myself I did, and make the call with King High with two cards to come.
He has
for the up and downer. Binks the
on the turn. We return the binkage by smacking the
on the river. Many times we get this in drawing quite thin, but on this occasion we look like a mad poker Uri Geller. Spoons to table one.
---
Blinds are 4000/8000/1000, and Andy Lyew takes position on me. Andy is the player I have the most history with, and the unfortunate honor of losing flips to me all the time. I've got to know him quite well after we got sat next to each other for about 8 comps running in 2013. He knows that I know that he knows that I know and so on...much more fun and I always enjoy our battles.
I have about 100K at this point after losing a 70k all in to a flush draw that turned top pair. Andy opens to 16000 UTG.
I have
in the BB. I know he is capable of making some possibly too tight laydowns after opening. I also know he is capable of opening extremely light with a shortish stack (we both have about 100k). So I pile the chips in. I regret it almost immediately. I pictured him just tank folding, he's done it to me tons of times.
He snaps my neck with
. Flop Qxx
Turn 4
River is bullshit because we didn't win.
Andy is my Scooby Doo type nemesis in the sense that we seem to always be tangled up in pots for the sake of playing pots with each other. Jamming 45hh though? I would have gotten away with it....
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Sat at 50p/£1 cash for a bit, super boring game. Got talked into DC. Lost £100 - most of it in a 6card Omaha hand where we have middle set, King blockers to broadway and the nut flush draw. River is the only king that would make broadway without giving me the nut flush. We check - he pots £55 - we curse our luck and fold.
Total damage for the day -£200.
Train fare back from London because I bought an Off Peak ticket - £14.50.
Cost of Lemsip, Sinex and Strepsils - £8.
Calling King high and being right - PRICELESS.
I know I'm not one to talk about stacking off with AK, but you got played about 1280 bb in the middle with the big drawing hand!
I know it's just a 30 quid fun comp..... Maybe I'm just being a nit
