Degenerate Diaries: The Chronicles Pt. 2

[smashedagain]

 ....you are the best read at the moment sean. love the way you set us up for a hero call. say you will post later as you made yourself hungry, we are teased and then you give us this pearl of a post. i hope you never go bust in the game because your  tales are brilliant.

[hombre32]

Agreed! Great, honest read! Good luck at the tables!

[zerofive]

Barf. That is all.

Was having another profitable night at Dusk, winning £325 on a very good 50/1 table. I God-moded PeeJay in a 3bet pot early on: I open £4 with , he 3balls me to £13. We have a decent amount of history, and I know he can be raising light here, so I peel. I know a 4bet is probably a way better option, but stacks are pretty nice for him to do something creative, so my plan is to check call sometimes and check raise sometimes. Flop is , and I take the check call line. Turn is the and I check call again. River is the and I check to let him barrel off bluffs, but he checks behind. In hindsight, I really don't like this; but I know he reads this periodically so I'll keep my adaptations to myself.

I flop a set with a while later, on a board. Long story short, I'm pretty sure I coolered the aggressor when the river paired the queen. This hand broke the table, and I managed to get the last seat next door. First hand I look down in the cutoff at . The fishbowl from the last table opens to £7. I call and so do the blinds. I flopped the world on . Fishbowl cbets £17, I make it £55, then the small blind shoves for £200~. Absolutely hate my life but call it off. I brick and he scoops with the flopped straight. Pretty sick grind only to do most of it in a revolting hand. Starting to think in spots like that about folding, just because they're so bad that I can find better spots and pick up a bunch of small pots if they're peeling so light out of the blinds. Maybe it is just a cooler and I'm supposed to go broke there. Any thoughts?

[SuuPRlim]

if the A8/A7 misread is the most tilty/stupid thing you've done this time 12 months from now you'll be doing pretty dam well.

both myself, and people a LOT cleverer than me have done stuff a millin times more stupid, and you will as well....looking forward to reading about them though

[zerofive]

Spent nine hours at Dusk on Saturday night and made 50p. It's as if I never left.

The first table I sat down at was pretty fun. Seat 4 was calling everything with anything (I still tried to run a bluff past him though, he folds all his gutshot draws on the river...) and seat 5 is becoming a reg and is terrible. He seems to like me though, and sits to my right a bunch. I was wedged into seat 2 this time, though, with a sicko to my right. I remember him from the days I used to work there but can't think of his name; he's never without two hoodies and a body warmer. Unfortunately though, as hard as i tried and as long as I waited, I could never find a decent value hand to get paid off by seat 4. He would just show up with any two and make pairs pretty frequently. We did end up in a ridiculous pot together though, along with the rest of the table... The £2 straddle is on and it's called round, I complete from the big blind with . The straddle then makes it £12, which gets called in four spots, so along I come. The flop is , I check, the straddle checks, seat 4 throws a bunch of money in, in the region of £30, the next guy (some old guy, very much expect him to show up with AQ here) moves all-in for £100. On the grounds that seat 4 is not folding now that he has voluntarily put some money in the pot, I go for the gamble and move in as well, for £180~. The straddle snaps and seat 4 pretends he's going home soon and calls. It's a pretty random £650 pot on what appears to be the driest of boards. I fail to bink the 7 or the jack on and go back to the drawing board (ahem).

I know stato is not going to believe me, because he thinks I confuse "straight flush draws" with "just flush draws," but I bricked out on two royal flush draws. That's four straight flush draws I've bricked this week. One time I was good with king high, but that comes as little consolation. I got all in on against . I asked him afterwards if he was on tilt, and he went "no, I just knew you had nothing." Sick read. Then had on and was no good versus . I guess this is the difference between me and someone like, let's say Mitch, or Alex. Pretty sure I could be grinding a little higher if I hit the occasional draw. Might have to take some lessons...

I got out of the £600 hole on the £2/2 dealer's choice. The pot was pretty ridiculous: 6 hi-lo, three way all in on , I have , and I'm the only one with any pairs... The turn came a and we each chop the low, and I take the high. Might have to play in that game more often.

These trip reports are actually becoming about cards and not the ridiculous things that happen on and away from the poker table. I promise my muse is not ephemeral, it's just that everything is at least semi-regulated at Dusk, so fights don't break out over the littlest of things. I'm off for an inspirational trip to Gala tonight, and hopefully I do my nuts and there's a bar brawl over the colour of someone's t-shirt. Peace.

[cambridgealex]

I guess this is the difference between me and someone like, let's say Mitch, or Alex.

er lol

[titaniumbean]

ephemeral wat

had to look that up.


btw wagering all your money with just king high is newb move.

[JK]

btw wagering all your money with just king high is newb move.

LOVE

[zerofive]

[  ] I just got outplayed tonight and have nothing more to say on the subject.

[GreekStein]

The 89ss hand seems rly spewy

[zerofive]

The 89ss hand seems rly spewy

Can't argue with that.

[DMorgan]

I guess this is the difference between me and someone like, let's say Mitch, or Alex.

er lol

No need to be embarrassed, someones gotta run the best

[zerofive]

I guess this is the difference between me and someone like, let's say Mitch, or Alex.

er lol

No need to be embarrassed, someones gotta run the best

Figuratively speaking, of course. In reality, Alex can't even run down the road to Dusk without being sick in the toilets for 30 minutes.

[GreekStein]

btw Sean, the way you write is excellent. enjoying this diary a lot

[zerofive]

Wednesday night field review:

I began the night on table 42, where I was seated amongst poker's elite. Only the best of the best could hope to compete in this game; the crème de la crème. This was the who's who of high level holdem. I managed to secure seat 5, for reasons such as "good view of the TV," "it was my lucky seat," and so forth. I suppose they were just trying to keep the fish happy. To my immediate left - keeping me in check and making my life difficult - was "11bet." I couldn't be certain whether "11" was strategically the optimal bet size in every spot or whether he just never learned any other numbers for the short time he stayed in school (probably to the age of 11,) so I inquired with hopes of storing away a useful piece of information that I could take back to my usual game and use to exploit some of the regs. He said, "you see people 3bet and 4bet and then they get their aces cracked, so I just 11bet." Turns out that no, he was not being facetious.

To his immediate left was arguably the best player at the table: an open seat. To the left of him, however, was one of the giants of the modern game: heir to his father's amassed fortune (or in his terms, "daddy's money") Alistair Campbell Hollick. Al Ca Hollick to his good friends. He was first and foremost a gentleman, and his behaviour was in no way indecorous. He was not at all loud or boorish, and he spoke with such articulation. Either that, or he was an intrusive drunk that never missed an opportunity to offend all five senses.

To his left was "Doucheball." This is a witty little portmanteau I compiled as a play on "deuceball;" "deuce" and "ball" as separate entities, and "douche." Let's explore. Let's expand upon "ball." Now I have seen some bald gentlemen in my time, and without fail have wanted to land a spit-soaked bacon slap on them: the kind that echoes through room and leaves a stunned silence, the kind that perfectly emulates a firecracker. This was a different kind of bald head. This was a perfectly round "ball" head. This was the kind of head that could not be slapped, as it was so waxy and polished that one's hand would slip right off, and one's spit would merely be repelled by the hydrophobic surface. I tried to make a good impression on this player, so we could perhaps become friends and he would leave me in his will, that way when he passes on, I could carefully peel off his scalp and market it as a more durable non-stick alternative to Teflon. In the meantime, however, he is so hot-headed and quick-tempered that all you need do is engage him in a discussion where you don't share his opinion and his scalp still unfortunately attached to his head will provide an excellent surface on which to sautée your vegetables. Let's expand upon "deuce." He reached into the freezer and pulled out the cold 4bet (probably to moderate the surface temperature of his head) after I opened the gun to £4 and 11bet made it £11. I 5bet jam £200~ and he spouts something about being pot committed with £40 invested and calls. I sigh when the 5 3 2 2 4 board runs out, thinking that we probably chop now. Turns out four deuces beats a straight. Something else I can take back and amaze my regular tables with. I won't expand upon "douche," as by now it probably speaks for itself.

There was another bald gentleman on the table I moved to after Doucheball inexplicably left with my hard earned cash. I'll dub him "Bulbous Sore." This was a different kind of bald. This was like a matte bald (eg. Matte Russell.) He felt the need to explain to me my image at the poker table. "Don't go raising light, we know what you're all about, opening for £15." My read is that he pulled all his hair out in a futile effort to understand what a pot-sized bet was. I would have stopped to enlighten him, but it seemed like he all of a sudden clicked. It was as if a light bulb appeared over his head. Upon further inspection, it turned out what I thought was a light bulb actually was his head.

My brief visit to the 2/2 Dealer's Choice table turned out to be unsuccessful, "raising light" with in hi/lo and getting it in versus for the board to run out all clubs, with the counterfeit case deuce for good measure. Maybe Bulbous Sore can sweat a session with me and spot some leaks in my opening range.

I've run out of words.