Some Poker Thoughts

Whenever I lose a hand (or when I see somebody else lose a hand), I like to examine the situation and try to figure out why the hand was lost.  By far the most frequent reason why somebody loses a hand (at least as it seems to me) is because they get involved pre-flop with inferior cards.  A small pair from mid position . . . two high cards from early position . . . garbage from the button . . . kicker problems compared to your later-position caller.  All these fall into the category of being just too darned loose pre-flop.  After the hand is lost, the loser feels they have been outdrawn or unlucky; but really what happened is that they went to war with inferior weapons.

That's why I will almost always fold an Ace in mid or even late position when somebody else has entered the pot.  I've written about this before; my Ace-Six in middle position is beat when there are four other folks in the pot and an Ace flops.  So why even force yourself to make those tough post-flop decisions?  Just let it go; your investment is zero; wait for a better hand.

It really surprises me how many folks think they are the next Daniel Negreanu or Freddy Deeb or Gus Hansen, and call a pre-flop raise with Eight-Six offsuit.  The pros know how to get away from a bad hand like this post-flop when they are beat.  I don't, and most of the folks I play against don't either (even though they think they do).

And don't even get me started on complete donkeys who hold onto a nice pre-flop pair such as Queens or Jacks, or even Kings, and continue to bet like crazy after an Ace flops and they're beat.  If I have Queens pre-flop on a board with an Ace, I'll fold it so fast you won't even realize what happened.  It is truly appalling how many poker players can't do that.

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I've been making plans to visit Foxwoods next month while I'm in Cambridge on business.  It's made me think about my last trip there, and how enjoyable it was.

I showed up around 10:00 am to play some $2/$5 no-limit.  There wasn't a seat open, so I put my name on the waiting list.  Soon, they had so many folks waiting for that game that they decided to open up a brand new table, so I sat down at it with eight others and played all day.

I left around midnight, which is a decent 14-hour session.  Everybody else who opened the table with me had already left, except for one guy who was still playing.  When I got up to leave, he also decided to leave, so we walked up to the cashier cage together to cash in our chips.

As we were walking up there, he said, "You know, I have been watching you play now for 14 hours, and I was never able to figure out what hand you had whenever you were in the pot.  I could just never figure it out.  Whenever you showed down, I was always wrong in my guess.  You always played differently than how I expected."

I thought that was a really nice thing for him to say.  He didn't have to say that.  (I suppose maybe he says to everybody just to butter them up.)

Table image is important, but sometimes it just doesn't matter.  I remember one time I was at a cardroom in Shoreline (the Hideaway I think it was).  It was a $4/$8 limit game.  I don't really like to play that kind of game because the rake will just kill you (I wrote about that earlier also) but I guess you could say I was out "slummin" that day and just didn't care.

The players were atrocious.  It's the kind of game where the way to win is just to be patient and wait for a good hand, and when you end up with the nuts just value-bet like crazy.  So that's what I was doing -- fold, fold, fold, fold.  The folks at the table were joking about it.

Then I get dealt pocket Aces, under the gun.  I bring it in for a raise.  A guy in middle position chuckled and said, "You had to brush the dust off those chips before you could bet, didn't you?"  He said this while he was putting in his chips for a call!  Of course, I won the hand, after betting (or re-raising) each street and letting him call.  He showed King/Jack which paired the Jack on the flop.  Astonishing.

Finally, some Poker to talk about!

Since I've gone so long without playing any poker (or writing about any hands I've played), I will post three hands today.  Usually, it takes me awhile to get back into the groove of playing good poker; but this time I guess I got right back on the bicycle and took off from where I left.

This is all $2/$5 No-limit hold-em.

The first hand, I was in second position.  The first position folded.  I looked down -- hello!  Two Aces, spade and heart.

Now I am more than happy to take the pot right there with Aces.  I think Stu Unger said that with pocket Aces you either win a small pot or lose a big one; and my experience has definitely confirmed that.  So, with Aces (or Kings or Queens or Jacks), I will almost never slowplay.  I go straight for a raise, hope everybody folds (or that I get a maximum of one caller), and move to the next hand.  So I made it $15 to go.

Everybody folded around to the big blind, who called.  I was okay with one caller.

The flop came Ace of clubs, Three of spades, Ten of hearts.  My opponent checked.

Now, this is probably the best possible flop for me.  Whenever I flop a set, I pretty much never slowplay.  Usually the set seems to come with a coordinated board -- flush or straight draws.  But this board seemed pretty safe, unless my opponent was playing with something like King-Queen.  I gambled that a free card would be safe, so I checked behind.

The turn was the Ten of spades.  Now I had a Full House!

At this point, my opponent bet $15 into a $32 pot.  The only thing I could be afraid of here would be pocket tens, and if that's the case, I'm going broke (he had me more than covered).  But it seemed more likely to me that he was on some kind of draw -- straight or flush -- or maybe he'd made his straight or had a ten for trips.  Just in case, I didn't want to scare him away so I just smooth-called.

The river was the Queen of Hearts.  How wonderful -- whatever draw he was on came in.

The pot was $62.  He bet $40.  Time to spring into action.  I raised to $120.  He re-raised to $265, and I went all-in for about $620.  He insta-called.

I showed my Aces for the boat.  He had King/Jack of spades for the Broadway straight and a flush draw.  I dragged in a pot of nearly $1250.

As I evaluate this hand, I don't think I could possibly have played it any better.  As far as my opponent's play goes, I'm okay with it up until the river.  I probably would have bet a smaller amount, and if raised would probably have just called.  I'd like to say I'd have folded to a raise, but I don't think I could have.  So, his mistake as I see it was going into a raising war and donking off all those extra chips.

The next two hands go together.  They were both against the same opponent, and the first one totally set up the second.  My opponent was a pretty good player for the most part, and the way I played these hands was quite risky but it paid off.

The first of these hands, I was in the cutoff.  It was folded around to me.  I looked down and saw Ace of clubs/Jack of spades.  Not a good hand at all, but if nobody else wanted to take the pot I decided I would try to.  I brought it in for $15.  The button -- my opponent -- was the only caller, so with a $37 pot we went to the flop.

The flop was Five of spades, Queen of spades, Ten of diamonds.

Ugh.  I have a gutshot straight draw (with the King) but basically this is the sort of hand I'm ready to give up on.  Essentially, I'm hoping -- begging -- that my opponent will put out a bet so that I can just fold the garbage I'm holding.

I checked, and he bet $5.  Now, that's not even a real bet.  Assuming I have four outs, my chances of winning at this point are around 17%; and the pot is laying me (barely) a bit more than that.  I was compelled to call.

The turn was the Jack of hearts.  So, now I have second pair on a board that is straightening; again I'm ready to fold.  I check; again he bets $5 into a $47 pot.

Finally, I realize he actually has nothing and that I'm playing with the best hand.  I call the $5.

The river is the Six of hearts.  The pot is $57.  I bet $30 -- just over half the pot.  After a long pause, my opponent calls.  He has the Ace of diamonds and Ten of hearts for a pair of Tens; my turned pair beats his flopped one and I pull in a pot of $112.

The second hand unfolds almost exactly the same way.  This time, I am the big blind.  My opponent is again to my left, under-the-gun.  By the time the action gets to me, he and two others have completed the big blind.  I have Jack of hearts and Nine of spades and just check my option.

The flop comes Queen of spades, Ten of spades, Ace of hearts; so I flop a very vulnerable open-ended straight draw.

The small blind checks; I check; my opponent minbets $5 into the $20 pot.  It's folded to me, and I call.

The turn is the Five of spades -- garbage.  I check; he minbets $5 again, I call again.

The river is the Queen of hearts.  I basically have a jack high hand.  But this board is a carbon-copy of the last board I had with this opponent, the one where I had slowplayed the winning hand.  If I played this hand the same way (and so far I had), would I be able to win it with the bluff?

I bet $30 in the $40 pot, and my opponent instantly folded.

Frankly, I don't bluff very often -- I hardly need to to win at poker against the folks I usually play -- but it really did work out here, and I am very pleased at how I played this hand.

Over a week of No Poker !!!

I really hate to be away from poker for such a long time.  And it nearly always happens just as I start to find myself "in the zone" poker-wise.  I'm making really good reads; betting just the right amounts; folding when I'm beat and raising when I'm not, etc.  Then, I take a long break . . . and when I get back to it, I have to start all over again from (what feels like) zero.

So I don't have any new poker stories to share.  I guess I will talk about the World Series some more, and some poker I have coming up.

One of the things I found myself doing during the WSOP, particularly since I was so short-stacked almost the whole time, is looking at the tournament clock and determining how much time was left in the level we were playing.  I started to ask myself whether I would be able to survive to the next level, as if that were the goal I had set.  I realized that I was playing around four hands each hour, and winning three of them, and that was enough to keep my chip stack stable.  Four hands an hour isn't much; it lets you play really tight.

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Here's a shout-out to my coworker Jon, from Boston.  He played in a NL rebuy tourney at Foxwoods last month and finished 6 out of 91 for a $1300 payday.  Congrats Jon!

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Meanwhile, I am headed to Boston myself in mid-September for a nine-day series of meetings and classes at HQ.  During the weekend of 9/13, I will head down to Foxwoods and spend the weekend there.  I've done that before during long trips back to HQ.  I'm trying to talk Jon into going out there too.  He's more of a stud player but as you can see from above he's decent at NLH also.