Poker At The Beach
As I related in my previous post, there was plenty of poker to be had while we waited out Ophelia, and even after she left us. It was all short handed no-limit ring games. The buy-ins were small and friendly. After all, we were there to have fun, not break each others bank roll. This was truly no fold 'em hold 'em where it was often that family pots included everyone at the table seeing the flop followed by some very loud groans and zero attempt at poker faces after the flop. Large quantities of beer and Captain Morgan contributed to this I am quite certain (again, refer to the previous post for drinking requirements).
A trend immediately emerged as the youngest buck on the trip attempted to dazzle us with stories of his frequent and recent visits to Atlantic City playing in ring games and winning cash prices in various tournaments. "...why just last week I played at the Borgata with 750+ others and finished 60-somthing and won $500+...". Sure - Shut up and deal.
Oh he played well at first, the young whipper-snapper did. Showing us how cool and experienced he was by playing blind (not looking at his cards until after the flop) on every hand, just calling every bet. He actually caught a good stretch of wins playing like this for a while and built a decent stack (pissing me off too, I will readily admit - losing with a pair of Queens to 82os will do that to me). I suggested that it may be more challenging for him if he actually look at his cards so he wouldn't win with dumb-ass luck with his pocket 92os and then he can show us how good he really is. He took the suggestion, and things began to change. Now he wasn't calling everything, he was raising everything. Only one way to play this guy - get your money in when you have the best of it and take all of his chips. And so it began...
First it was just me, showing him down every time I had a pair or better giving him loose action so that he had no choice but to call me. I made sure to steal pots when he wasn't in and play aggressively when he was out (which was not often) so it didn't look like I was picking on him.
After the first session, which lasted about 2 hours we took a break and "Atlantic City Slim", or "AC Slim" as I will forever now refer to him, went off to the bathroom while the rest of us refilled our glasses and stepped outside to get a breath of fresh air.
We sat back down and started playing again and the first set I got, I put him all in knowing he would call. Now I realize that this was supposed to be a friendly game and that this was the first "all-in" of the day and I got more than one odd stare, but he was a mouthy little brat and I didn't want to be his friend anymore. I just wanted to show him that he was not as good as he thought he was. I know I shouldn't target players (iggy would be upset breaking cardinal rule like this) but at the time I was pretty sure that the other players at the table were going to let me duke it out with him as much as I wanted to and not get in the way. Sure enough he called me and I broke him.
He did nothing the next 4 days but talk about how good he was and how was running bad and what not, but from what I saw he was just awful. Just a guess but I think he folded less than 20 hands in four days. No way that is a sound strategic player. By the end of the second day He was saying things like "well I'm not going to play my home game anymore" and "OK, now I have to really start playing", but I never saw any pattern change. Everyone read him like a book and everyone slowly took his chips. After his 4th re-buy I think finally gave up, I put him in 4 times and broke him all four. He finally just said "I've had it, I quit".
Funny how after he quit, no one seemed very interested in playing anymore.
A trend immediately emerged as the youngest buck on the trip attempted to dazzle us with stories of his frequent and recent visits to Atlantic City playing in ring games and winning cash prices in various tournaments. "...why just last week I played at the Borgata with 750+ others and finished 60-somthing and won $500+...". Sure - Shut up and deal.
Oh he played well at first, the young whipper-snapper did. Showing us how cool and experienced he was by playing blind (not looking at his cards until after the flop) on every hand, just calling every bet. He actually caught a good stretch of wins playing like this for a while and built a decent stack (pissing me off too, I will readily admit - losing with a pair of Queens to 82os will do that to me). I suggested that it may be more challenging for him if he actually look at his cards so he wouldn't win with dumb-ass luck with his pocket 92os and then he can show us how good he really is. He took the suggestion, and things began to change. Now he wasn't calling everything, he was raising everything. Only one way to play this guy - get your money in when you have the best of it and take all of his chips. And so it began...
First it was just me, showing him down every time I had a pair or better giving him loose action so that he had no choice but to call me. I made sure to steal pots when he wasn't in and play aggressively when he was out (which was not often) so it didn't look like I was picking on him.
After the first session, which lasted about 2 hours we took a break and "Atlantic City Slim", or "AC Slim" as I will forever now refer to him, went off to the bathroom while the rest of us refilled our glasses and stepped outside to get a breath of fresh air.
We sat back down and started playing again and the first set I got, I put him all in knowing he would call. Now I realize that this was supposed to be a friendly game and that this was the first "all-in" of the day and I got more than one odd stare, but he was a mouthy little brat and I didn't want to be his friend anymore. I just wanted to show him that he was not as good as he thought he was. I know I shouldn't target players (iggy would be upset breaking cardinal rule like this) but at the time I was pretty sure that the other players at the table were going to let me duke it out with him as much as I wanted to and not get in the way. Sure enough he called me and I broke him.
He did nothing the next 4 days but talk about how good he was and how was running bad and what not, but from what I saw he was just awful. Just a guess but I think he folded less than 20 hands in four days. No way that is a sound strategic player. By the end of the second day He was saying things like "well I'm not going to play my home game anymore" and "OK, now I have to really start playing", but I never saw any pattern change. Everyone read him like a book and everyone slowly took his chips. After his 4th re-buy I think finally gave up, I put him in 4 times and broke him all four. He finally just said "I've had it, I quit".
Funny how after he quit, no one seemed very interested in playing anymore.
posted by Sponge at 6:52 PM
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