Had a couple of requests for more gory details in my cash game reports, and since interaction has been minimal I guess I'll give it a go. It's always pretty sensitive but last night was pretty exciting so here goes...
I'm playing every night at the Palm Beach in London, probably the nicest casino I've ever been in. The cardroom just has 3 tables, minimum 5/10 stakes.
I've played 5/10 for a few years now but only sporadically and was always a shot until the last few months, so I'm quite new to the daily swings, so keep flirting with biggest losing / winning days and it's very exciting though also never easy on the emotions taking that step up.
I've had a few bad sessions lately and found myself playing badly after a bad start at this level, so when I got stacked at about midnight last night and the lineup was pretty poor, I decided to quit and go and play smaller somewhere else.
I heard about a very big 1/2 game at the empire which is just down the road (for London) so went there.
I couldn't get a seat right away so played a regular sized 1/2 while I waited. In London you're playing different stakes all the time so it's really important to be able to adjust very quickly and play A game regardless. Important not to worry about being 3k down and "getting out of it" in a 1/2 game. I played for about an hour and it didn't look like I was going to get a seat in the good game. I got a text saying Palm game had gotten better and a 25/50 was starting which would take away the best regs and leave the 5/10 soft.
So I went back.
And played the 25/50 game.
I mean I had won £90 back in the 1/2 game, so felt I was ready to step up to 25/50!
It wasn't intentional lol. I actually sat in the 5/10 game while the 25/50 was getting started but kept looking over and thinking, wow that looks like a good game! I texted a reg who was in the game asking him to let me know if it was worth a shot and before he even had a chance to reply I'd stood up and sat down
I think I'd overheard one of the superstars say something that made my mind up.
Then as soon as I left my seat in the 5/10, said superstar decided he wanted my 5/10 seat and we swapped over!
And once I played one hand I now can't move down to the 5/10 for two hours! So I was stuck there, or it was back to the 1/2 game!
So I got amongst it. The 100 straddle was on a lot, and sometimes the 200. It was a big game, and I only bought in for the minimum (5k) to try and run it up.
I didn't really get involved much, but it was really fun and lively with some good banter and was about level at 5am when they called for table charges. At 5am they charge double so this would be £60 for the next hour, and I had to leave at 530 to pick up Victoria. So I said no ty, goodnight, as did most of the others.
Then the floor said we could play half an hour instead and pay half price, so everyone agreed to that.
As you can guess, I then played a big one.
Open
£175, bb 3bets £525, I 4bet £1500, he jams £6k effective, I sigh call.
"Twice?" I offered, he snap declined saying he would only run it twice if it was an £150k+ pot. OK then.
So arsehole clenched, I sweated the board, without knowing what he had. He had already warned everyone that he loves to slowroll and if the pot was £20k or less it's fair game he had said!
A rather awful
runout. Not confident.
"Ace high" he announced. Sweet, a chop! Oh no, I forgot about the slowrolls...
"Me too, Ace King" I said.
"Ace Jack. You're good" he said.
Wait for it...
Please don't slowroll me...this is one of the biggest pots I've played...
MUCK.
BOOM!
That was pretty fkn exciting and I left abs buzzing. Pleased I'd manned up and taken a shot, not sold action, not pussied out when the game wasn't as good as I'd hoped and got out of a hole and won nicely for the day.
Loving London!
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