The last sesh on Monday was a brutal one at the end of line of reasonably brutal ones. The kind that leaves you wondering how you're ever supposed to win in holdem. The kind that requires a visit to the doctor after you ascertain that it's not getting any easy easier to sit down since you took that crooked dryballing from the twisted dominatrix that is the Lady Luck.
So it clearly wasn't all that bad at all. I'm just getting fairly frustrated with my recent run of cards. The kind that everyone gets periodically. The kind that everyone whinges about and expects other people to care. I feel like I'm pulling a George Bedi and expecting everyone to give me sympathy/an interview with a mental game coach.
The line-up was a sick one, and something could be said for my table selection, although the other game on offer wasn't much better. To begin with, there was me and eight professionals, then table two opened up and all the players that were stuck fled over to join the fish who had recently and inevitably airballed the comp. That left Mitch in seat one, cambridgealex in seat two, myself in seat three, Jay Liu in seat four, Tim Chung in seat five, and two fish playing £100 between them occupying seats six and seven. It seemed I had the nut seat.
I got a decent amount of value from
on
vs Jay the POW, which I gave back with interest when I got JJ aipf vs AQ. The flop brought three hearts, and he prepared one of his cards for showdown. The turn couldn't have been anything but the
and he was kind enough to show me that I was a corpse artist by exposing his
. gg a bunch of money.
I had a similar swing versus Mitch over two legs. In the first leg, I called
on
. I did a little sick when he instajammed 1.5x pot on the river, but folding isn't my forté. The bigger of the Johnson brothers sighed and show the
and mucked. A short while later, a visibly tilted Mitch opened the cutoff to £4, Alex 3balls to £13 and I find the two black aces in the small blind. I cold 4ball to £35 and obviously pick up two callers.
The board ran out
so as with all my overpair spots, I can only beat a bluff. The steam pouring out of the Johnson's ears earned him a call, and he shows me the monstrous
. How could that ever lose?
For those of you who don't know Mitch, here he is with his pet cat.
The doctor told me it will be at least a week until I can sit down for prolonged periods of time, so will be spending this week helping my girlfriend finish putting her apartment together, and taking a trip to the Peak District. More immediately though: cold Domino's pizza. Peace.
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