I started really looking foreward to last Friday’s game a full week in advance. Of course, that guarantees a bad night. As a rule, the more excited I am about sitting at a game the worse I’m likely to play.
Add to that the following problems and I’ve got almost no chance:
- An Unfortunate Table
2s: Wes Nile Virus
5s: The Anti-Christ
8s: Gucci Rick
Table selection is an art AND a science. I knew this one was trouble. At least half this table is better than me. Almost all of the other half is smarter than me. Of course, the anti-Christ has unholy power.
Many people are under the impression that sanghoki Obama is the anti-Christ. He is not. The Anti-Christ plays poker in Badblood’s kitchen.
- I’m Hammered
Not hammered in the funny, HA HA, you played 27o by raising big and took down a hand preflop way. I mean we went out drinking way early and never let up. I mean I met Otis at the bar several hours before the game. I mean that despite the rather embarrasing tolerance to vodka I’ve developed, I was starting to slur my words.
Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, I stayed more sober that Badblood.
- I’m not playing my best game(s)
I didn’t play well in any of the games. But I’m especially off my axis when we switch to poker games that are not a personal strength.
At this game we played one round of $1/$2 NLHE, one round of $1/$2 PLO8, and one round of $1/$2 PLO.
Omaha is no friend of mine. I worked in Nebraska for a bit and have few fond memories of a state where the biggest tree is a fence post.
And while I’m no Omaha player, others at this difficult table were. Badblood is solid at the game. Otis can play. And Drizz actually PREFERS the stupid post-flop drawing game.
Silliness I say.
I’d rather play razz.
- I got unlucky
When I flopped a straight and top two in Omaha, Drizz flopped a straight and a flush draw. I lost a big pot.
When I sensed weakness in another player after we both missed a fairly large flop, I pushed $250 into a $200 pot.
That weak player called with only a gutshot draw. And hit.
- The Prop bets
When we play at Badblood’s house, we put his TV on the digital music channel called “Classic Rock” and gamble on it.
Each player picks a band and a song. If your band hits, all the players ship $5.
The song pays $10.
I hit the Rolling Stones twice and something else, the Beatles I think, once.
I promptly put all that money in play and lost it.
- I got tilty
In particular, that last hand put me out of sorts. I bought in one more time after it and missed a big PLO8 draw in a 3-way pot.
Stacked again, I packed up my remaining Benjamins and went home at 1AM.
I hate leaving early, but if I’m going to fail THAT badly at table and game selection at least I wanted to make one good decision and hit the door when I knew I was too tilty to play.
I could already feel the desire to push on any draw and try to win it all back. Usually, that’s a formula for losing whatever you have in your pocket.
In a sense, walking away was the only +EV play I made all night.
- The Bottom Line
I lost a whole bunch of money.
This farewell e-mail from Drizz probably sums it up best:
Just wanted to say thanks for the gracious southern hospitality you showed me on Friday.
Wes – the BBQ, tour around Columbia, and driving skillz made my vacation, and desperately looking some similar BBQ up here even if its in a bottle
BB – The host. For the booze, the smoothly run game, and ability to get everyone together I thank you sir
Otis – For drinks at On the Border and a lesson on 3-betting my pansy ass
G-Rob – For paying for my Vegas trip in December with your awesome PLO skillz! Thanks man! I kid. I kid.
Shep and Scott – For completing the last check on my SC trip, hitting up a Waffle House to soak up some of those Captain and Cokes. Did anyone manage to get the waitress’ name?