"The poker gods giveth, and the poker gods taketh" Those bastards tooketh first.
I drove back into austin from the UT game (covered and with a $25 lightning bet, so net take of 675) with high spirits. there was no game at the zebra, and I didn't want to drive to northside at 1 a.m. So I went and played the Montrose game. I only bought in for $300 (average stack in the $1-2 PL game). First hand is 10-7o, so I raise. Just want to see how the table is playing. Flop comes A-10-7 (2 diamonds). So I bet the pot and everyone runs off.
Second hand, wired Kings. I raise the max against (15 I think) and some guy gets a little cranky, accusing me of wanting to run over the game (after two hands?). So he fires off a raise to $30. I make it $100 with a smile. He calls. flop comes Q-8-2 rainbow. He bets right into me for $100. I raise all-in and he calls with A-Qs. My kings hold up and I'm feeling great. I've doubled up to about $730 or so. that would be the last hand I'd win that night...
I didn't see but about four more flops for the evening. Here are two of them: get AQd on the button. UTG raises to 15 pre-flop and gets quite a few callers - I simply call (even if i raise - it wouldn't have mattered). Flop comes Q-J-rag - rainbow. UTG bets 25, gets 2 callers and I raise the pot - about 200 bucks. UTG goes all in, and the other folks fold. I sit and think about it for a second, and for some reason the bet seemed odd. I don't know if it was his demeanor, or the look on his face, but I called. He did not want me to call. He turns over AKs. I ask him if wants to cut a deal prior to the turn. He says no. I'm thinking at this point, as soon as the turn comes and he wants to cut a deal, I'm going to tell him to go fuck himself. Turn comes a 10 - giving him a straight and me no outs. "Fuck me... No, Fuck you!!!!" [NOTE: the thing that pissed me off the most is that this guy hits this pot, goes into lockdown, folds 3 rounds, and leaves - I swear I will get my money back one day]
That pot was about 750 bucks - cutting off one of my legs. I'm pretty steamed, so I get up for a break. Come back and sit down and immediately get wired Kings again. someone thankfully (maybe?) had the straddle on, so I make it 25 to go in early position. I get 3 callers before big blind makes it 100. I only have 250 left in front of me, so I am hoping to scare him off. I go all in, every one folds, big blind calls and shows me AA. I am sick. As you might guess, flop comes all rags with no flush, so I am dead.
From the outhouse to the penthouse in a matter of about 30 minutes.
"Movin' on up"
Since I had nothing else to do on Sunday night, I went back to the same game - which was $2-5 PL this time. I wait about 30 minutes for a seat - two guys get busted out on one hand and the other players want to play musical chairs, so I get stuck in the 10 seat. This suits me fine, because I normally play here.
Wouldn't you know it, second hand comes KK for me. I raise to 20, get 3 callers, and flop comes 3-K-5 (2 diamonds). I bet the pot and the one seat raises me all in. I call, thinking he's on a flush draw, but the poor bastard only has 3-5s. No outs for him. So I double up my $350 buy-in right there. Nice.
The rest of the night is a blur, as I have never experienced a rush like this in my life. flopped a couple of sets, turned some boats, got dealt every single pocket pair except for 3s (10s 3 times and twice in a row!).
I made a few bad plays at the end of the night (probably cost me about 400), but walked out with $1,150 (net +850) - not too bad for a comeback.
Random thoughts from a lawyer, an accountant, a commodities trader, an ex-Marine and a WSOP Main Event money finisher that don't know as much as they wish they did...