I’ve been playing online mostly and as much fun that is, nothing beats playing live against other players.
So I get the itch to play some live poker. The nearest casinos are too far, there’s no league game so my last option is an underground card room. That’s not a problem as there’s literally dozens of underground rooms in and around New York City.
My friend and I settle on a club in Williamsburgh. The club is located in the back room of a sports bar. As expected, the bar is virtually empty except for 2 patrons watching the Boston/Orlando game on the big screen. The back room contains 2 full tables. There’s one seat open and I take the seat, my friend complains that since he drove he should sit down first. I see his point.
The backroom is bare bones except for two full tables. There’s barely enough room to walk around. It smells like testosterone and sweat. I love it. I notice something while I’m waiting. The tables seem like they’re split up depending if you’re a member of the AARP. One table has grizzled old timers who seem to take their poker very very seriously. White haired guys chewing their burnt out cigars from one side of their mouths while telling stories about “back in the day” out of the other. The other table is full of young guns complete with baseball caps, hoodies, sunglasses, and I-pods blaring rap. Both tables have their good and bad. The old timers are less likely to gamble it up for the most part and the young guns are shoving their stacks while trying to look very cool doing it. Me? I’m generation X, I don’t exactly know where I fit in.
It’s another 1/2 hour before a seat opens up at both tables and the host takes me to the young guns table where the action was pretty sick. The dealer explains the rake (10% up to $10 I think he said). That’s pretty steep but hey it’s the price you pay for not having to smell Jersey while driving to the Taj Mahal. I buy-in for $150. I have $300 to gamble with and I think that with the loose action and the young guns trying to steal pots that I can double up rather quickly…if I can catch a good hand.
I quickly lose about $60 on a on a variety of busted draws and poor bluffs (why can’t people fold their middle pairs?). So I decide to slow up a bit and play good cards in position. That doesn’t work either as I’m rather card dead and I slowly bleed another $40-$50 away when my small pairs fail to catch a set. The action was brutal. Guys calling $150 all-ins with 98 suited and busting pocket rockets. Other times players catch trips on the turn or river. The action was sick and I was watching all this from the sidelines. Between being card dead and making poorly timed moves, I just couldn’t get rolling but I knew it was a matter of time before I started to run hot. I’m down to about $65-$75 so I reload for $150 more. That’ s it. Thats my bankroll for this evening so if I’m gonna get lucky or my hand holds up, I want to win as much as possible or go broke doing so.
I tighten up. I’m mindful of position. When I enter a pot, I’m raising. I just need a little help from the poker gods. I get some small pockets that don’t work out and my AK, AQ hands are bricking the flop. Down another $60. This is getting frustrating.
I’m scuffling to win pots. Heck I would be happy winning some blinds just to get the feeling of scooping a pot back into my veins. I’m antsy to win but at the same time I can’t fall into that trap where once I finally catch a big hand that I don’t see what’s coming and losing everything. Happens all the time and this is where the big mistakes cost you.
I’m in in the BB with 86 of hearts. There’s a raise to $12 from UTG + 1 and 4 players come along for the ride. I got odds so I call. The flop is a beautiful 88J rainbow.
I’m in business.
Player in seat # 1 has been playing wild and his stack is a literally a roller coaster. This guy is playing a lot of hands and calling raises OOP and unwilling to fold. This guy is a live one and in my opinion, the most dangerous player at the table. You just never know what he’s holding. He’s cracked Aces and KK with 89 suited type hands. While everybody at the table is lamenting how lucky he is, I’m studying his patterns. He overbets the flop when he’s on a draw and then checks call the turn if he misses. He’ll bet hard on when he hits two pair. He’ll call off bets with middle pair hoping to hit trips or two pair. That kind of information is good to store in the old noggin.
So I’m dealt 86 on a 88J board and I’m looking to win a big pot. I check with 4 players to act. MP eases out a $20 bet and player in seat one flats. Ok, this is good. There’s finally money in the pot and I have a big hand. I’ll slowplay this time around.
The turn is a Q. This puts two clubs on the board (as well as a straight draw) and my slowplaying days are over. I lead out with $70. Player in seat 1 calls. Something triggers my subconsciousness. The way he called the bet. They way he’s sitting. Something was different. My instinct kicks in, something doesn’t add up and I realize I could be beat. He has better than me.
The river is a blank and I have roughly $150 left behind. This is where it gets tricky. I’m first to act with trip 6s but I’m not completely sold that I have the best hand. So do I check or do I fold? If I think I’m ahead I have to bet don’t I? If I think I’m behind I should check. But with trip 6s can I check? I know that many people will tell me that checking is a bad move and I tend to agree but what if you know you’re beat? I can’t rely solely on math to make my decisions? I mean poker is a people game. Sure mathematics come into play but sometimes you just have to go with gut instinct. I check. Villain shoves and he has me covered. This sucks. Sucks big time. My last $150 on 3 of a kind. I mean I should be insta calling should’nt I? But there was something weird in the way he played this hand. I haven’t seen him bluff on the river in any of the pots he’s played in (and he’s played a lot). I don’t figure him for a overly sophisticated player and this move is definitely not in his game.
Back a few months ago, I made a promise to myself that I would trust my instincts more and fold big hands when I think I’m beat. This is one of those times. I sigh and to no one in particular I blurt out “I fold but I should really call” in my frustration. The villain must have only heard “call” because he flips over Q8 in an instant. There is some confusion because the villain thinks he’s stacked me but I disagree because I clearly said fold even though I also said I should call…besides I’m pretty sure the dealer and my neighbors heard me as well. So this hero fold saved me my last $150 or so. I’m clearly frustrated but I still have a chance to make a run.
Later on I’m on the button and there’s a raise to $10 from a player in EP. Two more callers and I play my 44. I’m not raising but I’m definitely calling. My stack is around $185. I’ve settled in since that big laydown and I really think I’m due.
I get the flop I needed – A46 two clubs. Damn those flush draws always show don’t they?
Original raiser bets out $30. Middle position calls and I flat the bet. I want them to think I’m on a draw.
The turn is a blank and again the EP bets out $50. MP flats again. Now is the time to take the pot down. I need this pot. I re-raise all-in. EP folds and MP calls off his last $50 or so.
I dodge the his draw.
Up $100 now.
My friend busts out and he wants to leave. Since he’s driving I’m gonna have to leave. I convince him to allow me to play another round before we leave. He agrees.
As luck would have it my last hand is AK suited. It always happens that way isn’t it? You’re ready to leave and you get a big hand. It’s almost like the poker gods are punishing me for trying leave.
Oh well I’m UTG, it’s my last hand and it just happened to be a big hand. I have to play this. I raise to $15 just so no stragglers come in cheap. I get two callers. The flop has two diamonds and I’m on the nut flush draw. I raise on the come. I get one caller. The turn is a blank. Damn why can’t I fade a flush when I need it?
I raise it one more time hoping to take down this pot right here right now. I bet out $65 and again I get called. Damn it. Can I just win this last hand please?
The river is a total brick and I check. The villain also checks and he shows 6/2 diamonds. He hit his two on the river. What the hell? Now I know it’s time to leave.
I cash out for $263 and I’m down $37 for the session. Oh well it could’ve been worse I tell myself and I’ll take a small loss anyday over getting felted.
In the end I’m happy though because I got to finally fold a big hand which at times has been a leak of mine. I have that to hang my hat on and build from there.