Today began in an awful fashion. I planned on getting an oil change, new tires, and a haircut, now how does that go wrong?
I arrive at Wal-Mart (my first mistake) at Noon. I tell the attendant exactly what I want, two new tires and a basic oil change. He says it should take about 50 minutes, perfect! I walk about half a mile to SportsClips where I am greeted with an hour and half wait. No thanks. I walk back to Wal-Mart. To make a long story short, it takes them two hours, and I still don’t have new tires. Ugh! I go back home, change clothes, grab a sandwich, and, putting my 11 session streak on the line, head to Green Valley Ranch.
After a short wait, I buy $300 chips from the cage and take a seat in a juicy 1/2NL game. The blonde lady sitting three seats to my left is a complete spew-tard…I have never seen an older white lady play so sporadically. The talk of the table was her miraculously turning $50 into her now healthy stack of $400. I watched mostly and observed her play. It became quite apparent that she wasn’t folding any pair ever. Several times she would 3-bet pf with very marginal holdings, (66, 44, AT, KJ etc…) I have no clue how she would play these hands on later streets, because the opportunity never arose. She would always take it down preflop or nail the flop. Finally, I pick up a hand and decided to put her to the test. I make it $12 in EP with A
Q. The action gets to her and she 3-bets to $60. A short-stacker moves in the remainder of his $45 stack and action is folded to me. I insta-push. I hate being all-in preflop because I feel like I have such a huge edge postflop against most of these players, but with a short-stacked player being all-in, I would rather isolate. After all, she has had nothing for most of the day, and I was fairly sure she would fold…but wait—AH, Pocket Aces. She calls, and turns over AA. I fire my hand into the muck after the board is dealt and rebuy.
Shortly after, our table breaks and I’m quite sad. I am fairly sure this lady is going to cash out her $1,000. To my surprise, she takes two racks of red and goes to another table. I make sure to get on her table, and preferably a few seats to her left. I get my wish, I am in seat 10, she is seated in the 5 position. Perfect, I have position half the time. She stacks me again with 22 v TT when she spikes a deuce on the river. I could have bet her off at anytime, maybe, but I was quite certain she would 3-barrel bluff at it, and she did. UGH!
Rebuy! I go in for a third time, but for only $200. This puts me into the game for $800. Normally, I would leave after losing 2 buy-ins, but this game is way too good. I increase my last buy-in by 50% in a hurry, and then I get four consecutive hands with less than optimal results. I pick up Pocket Sixes in the SB. After four limpers, I make it $20 to go and everyone folds. The very next hand OTB I get QQ. Two players limp, I make it $20 again. The big blind calls, and another player calls. The flop comes out A 2 T
. BB checks, and the MP limper can barely restrain himself to check. I check as well, knowing that the limper nailed the flop. I get confirmation when he and the big blind get all-in on the turn and he shows A2 for Two Pair. One hand later, I am in the CO and look down at Pocket Queens, again! Again, I raise to $20. The table is quite irritated and I get six callers. I am ready to play a big pot with this one as the flop comes 5 6 9. The small blinds moves all-in for $81 and the player UTG makes the call. Normally, this is insta-shove, but UTG hasn’t played a hand in five hours. I think for a long time, and fold. I’m still not sure if this was a +EV fold or not. It turns out, I was miles ahead, as the SB had 46o and UTG shows TT. I would’ve won the hand but I was very sure I was beat, sigh, nothing right this session. All the wrong reads, all the wrong results. The next hand I get 77. A new player makes it $20 to go, one caller, I make it $100, enough to put the pfr all-in. He makes the call with AK and I lose the race. This leaves me with $100, about 7 stacks short of being even for the day. I decide that that’s enough. I take my stack to the cage and exchange it for a crisp $100 bill. What a bad session! But the day isn’t over, yet.
I decide to take the $100 to the blackjack table. A $700 loss would be about the same as an $800 loss, who knows, maybe I’ll run hot. It didn’t take long to double my hundred. Four hands after hitting the $200 mark, I make it to $300. I hit a wall at the $400 mark, and my stack fluctuates between $300 and $400 for a while. Finally, I decide that if I get down to $300 then I’ll call it a $500 loss and go home. Several times I was at $325 with a Quarter in the bet circle. “Shuffle.”
Along comes a new shoe, and for the first four rounds there wasn’t a single face card dealt; count is plus twenty. I go on a sick rush and before I know it I have a stack of green in front of me. I’m betting $50-$75 a hand, doubling, splitting, and hitting blackjacks. I finally stop to count and i have $760. “Forty more and I’m even, hell, I may squeak out a profit on the day.” I get up to $840 when the deck begins to even out. I decide that I’ll play with the $40, but I’m not touching the $800. “Shuffle.” What a great shoe! All the while I was taunting the house, everytime there was a dealer change I would say, “Bring in the bullpen, another blown save, I’m running too hot Franklin.” BTW, Franklin is the floorperson’s name, LOL. After each blackjack I say, “Here’s a nickel dealer, keep it up and I’ll pay both our mortgages.” The other players were laughing and having a grand ol’ time.
After the shoe, I have $810. I bet the $10, push, bet it again and lose. Color please. I color up to $800, but wait, I have five singles in my coat pocket. Chalk it up as a $5 win on the day, and a dozen straight winners at GVR. But sadly, my poker streak is now at -1. Tomorrow is another day!
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