I think Dawn is also wrong that we were huge chipleaders at that point and wrong about how many more chips I had than Alceste; had I lost, I would have still had chips to play, and both my available buy-ins, and frankly I felt what was coming. So I gambled, and a flush finally worked for me.
Later: "If you knew I had garbage, why didn't you re-re-raise?" I think the phrase is "Don't tap the glass".
I certainly can't do that very often, but it was nice to have the tools working and not blowing up in my face on a consistent basis. And now that I'm again over four million PSD, we'll have to see if the 4M jinx is still active. But for one night at least I felt like I knew how to play No Limit Texas Hold'Em
Crackouse Monday. I don't want to talk about it. But before I don't talk about it, props to Ari for hitting a steel wheel tonight. First straight flush I've seen in the real world. Got paid off on it too....
"So, you won again?" - Dawn "You sound so surprised." - Mut...
But the joy of getting to watch Jamie Gold trying to push Doyle Brunson around without having Norm Chad make irrelevant jokes about his marriages more than makes up for the slow stretches.
I firmly believe I will never again hold 93o, because Wednesday night I saw my full lifetime allotment. And the few good hands I saw were never quite good enough. I bled blinds, and my big hands paid off bigger hands. Finally, I let Dutch My Inner Donkey out for a romp, and holding QcJc bluffed at a pot on the turn with nothing but an inside straight draw into a guy holding Aces up. When the river turned a blank for me, I called the last of my chips to avoid the hassle of getting $5.25 fished out of the kitty,
Anyway, Dawn is playing bust-out poker, and I'm starting to build a stack, when I get dealt Ace-Ten suited in spades in early position. I bet out a conservative buck (four times the blind) get a couple of calls including Dawn, and we see a flop.
7 8 10 rainbow. I've flopped top pair, top kicker. Not bad. I bet five dollars.
Dawn goes over the top, seeing my bet and adding fifteen more.
For good or ill, I'm something of a defender. I stand up, start channeling Norman Chad, saying "she doesn't have Nine-Jack" (to which F-Train responds "No, all her chips would be in the middle right now"), trying to figure out what she's got. I stop with the real-time verbal analysis, but what I'm thinking is that if she'd been dealt a pocket pair she would have raised pre-flop, so she doesn't have a set. I put her on Jack-Ten for top pair with a patented Crackhouse gutshot draw; I also figure she has my hand worked out, and is on a buy with the the four outs, figuring I won't want to risk all my chips on top-pair top-kicker. I consider the possibility of a flopped two pair, but don't think it likely.
So I put her on a hand and act appropriately.
Stupid thinking. She has in fact flopped bottom two, my hand doesn't improve, and at showdown I'm felted.
Re-buy!
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