It is the last workday before Christmas and it is dead dead dead at work. So I am churning through the old blogroll to pass the time and it occurs to me that I set this site up once when I had to register to post a comment somewhere, but never actually wrote anything here. Now, I write notes to a buddy of mine after a weekly dealers choice game which can run a wee bit to the longwinded side so it should not be much of a stretch to get a post or two up here from time to time. So where to begin?
I am currently on a self imposed vacation from online poker, if by vacation you mean that I got my doors blown off in $2,000 pot limit omaha. Ace ace queen queen double suited was my last hand, found the other guy with aces double suited and we got into a little raising contest preflop. Rainbow flop, runner runner spades and the baseball cap comes off and takes flight into the kitchen, followed by a few choice curse words said in no particular order, pick up hat and launch into living room, curse, rinse and repeat.
How long does it take the mind to rid itself of the psychic pain of a bad run at the tables? A day, a week, a month? I think it takes a solid week before a particularly humbling beat can fully leave the system but I play sporadically. And what of the always special re-depositing money to my Firepay account after a big loss? My wife loves to see those little Firepay withdrawls on the bank statement, loves it no end.
Actually, when I got it into my head that Omaha might be a great way to make a living, she and I agreed that I could use my bonus money from work this year as my bankroll for the game. Never mind that I have several times built the bankroll up to a certain level in Hold'em, stepped up to the 30-60, got whacked like Big Pussy, and returned to the 5-10 or 10-20 to try try again. Never mind that the only time I even play Omaha is in a much, much smaller stakes weekly game. These are details my friends, nothing to concern yourselves with. And so I forged ahead, $2,000 pot limit Omaha high.
They say Omaha is a game of draws. Believe it. Learn it. Write it on your bathroom mirror and memorize it. Because I have seen enough top sets, straights, and flushes go bye bye in my short time there that it makes me yearn for the days of Hold'em where a monster has teeth, opponents draw dead, and the chip count falls under the heading Arrivals.
So, I haven't played online since early December so if this is a poker blog, and I am going to write about a hand now and then, I guess I will start with a pot limit hold'em hand from the weekly cash game.
I am on the button and look down to find every players favorite Christmas gift...pocket rockets. Look up quickly as if from a dream and check the action. Playing six handed, the three players in front of me decide not to post the four dollar blind and fold straight away...nice! Loose aggressive player on my left in the small blind, smart tight player in the big blind. Let's smooth call and look to trap. Small blind completes and tight big blind raises five. Call and call.
Flop comes out Q 10 4 rainbow and two checks in front of me. I don't like the flop because preflop raiser' s probably has pocket pair 10 or higher from my experience with him. I lead out for ten bucks to see where I am and get two calls. Turn brings a danger card as a jack comes so I am drawing dead vs big slick. Small blind checks and big blind leads out for twenty... what do you do?
I am sure I am way behind now with my aces, probably to a set trying to protect vs the broadway straight draw. I curse and show my rockets as I lay down. Small blind folds. Winner had the set of queens so I have to take some small pleasure in a good fold but one of these days pair vs overpair needs to hold up. Maybe in 2006...Happy New Year.
I am currently on a self imposed vacation from online poker, if by vacation you mean that I got my doors blown off in $2,000 pot limit omaha. Ace ace queen queen double suited was my last hand, found the other guy with aces double suited and we got into a little raising contest preflop. Rainbow flop, runner runner spades and the baseball cap comes off and takes flight into the kitchen, followed by a few choice curse words said in no particular order, pick up hat and launch into living room, curse, rinse and repeat.
How long does it take the mind to rid itself of the psychic pain of a bad run at the tables? A day, a week, a month? I think it takes a solid week before a particularly humbling beat can fully leave the system but I play sporadically. And what of the always special re-depositing money to my Firepay account after a big loss? My wife loves to see those little Firepay withdrawls on the bank statement, loves it no end.
Actually, when I got it into my head that Omaha might be a great way to make a living, she and I agreed that I could use my bonus money from work this year as my bankroll for the game. Never mind that I have several times built the bankroll up to a certain level in Hold'em, stepped up to the 30-60, got whacked like Big Pussy, and returned to the 5-10 or 10-20 to try try again. Never mind that the only time I even play Omaha is in a much, much smaller stakes weekly game. These are details my friends, nothing to concern yourselves with. And so I forged ahead, $2,000 pot limit Omaha high.
They say Omaha is a game of draws. Believe it. Learn it. Write it on your bathroom mirror and memorize it. Because I have seen enough top sets, straights, and flushes go bye bye in my short time there that it makes me yearn for the days of Hold'em where a monster has teeth, opponents draw dead, and the chip count falls under the heading Arrivals.
So, I haven't played online since early December so if this is a poker blog, and I am going to write about a hand now and then, I guess I will start with a pot limit hold'em hand from the weekly cash game.
I am on the button and look down to find every players favorite Christmas gift...pocket rockets. Look up quickly as if from a dream and check the action. Playing six handed, the three players in front of me decide not to post the four dollar blind and fold straight away...nice! Loose aggressive player on my left in the small blind, smart tight player in the big blind. Let's smooth call and look to trap. Small blind completes and tight big blind raises five. Call and call.
Flop comes out Q 10 4 rainbow and two checks in front of me. I don't like the flop because preflop raiser' s probably has pocket pair 10 or higher from my experience with him. I lead out for ten bucks to see where I am and get two calls. Turn brings a danger card as a jack comes so I am drawing dead vs big slick. Small blind checks and big blind leads out for twenty... what do you do?
I am sure I am way behind now with my aces, probably to a set trying to protect vs the broadway straight draw. I curse and show my rockets as I lay down. Small blind folds. Winner had the set of queens so I have to take some small pleasure in a good fold but one of these days pair vs overpair needs to hold up. Maybe in 2006...Happy New Year.
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