SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 21, 2004
That night, they were holding a NLHE tourney. They have various ways to earn extra chips in their tournaments, sort of like many of the smaller cardrooms across the country. So many hours played live before the tourney is XX extra chips. If you purchase your rebuy in advance, extra chips. A tiny add-on, extra chips.
I ended up sitting in the O8 game for three hours. It was fantastic. The action was good, and some pots were in the $300+ range. Sometimes I’m such a dunce, I was so focused on my low that didn’t get there, that I neglected to notice that I had a straight flush. I called out my ten-high flush, only to be told by the table that I had a straight flush. I get tunnel vision easily, especially with split games, since I don’t play them very often.
For Omaha, the players were fantastic. Everyone is used to “Argu-ha,” and this game wasn’t a total exception, but for the most part, everyone got along, and there weren’t eleven dealers sitting at the game (actually, they spread a nine-handed game, but you get the point). Most players were friendly and jovial. I thought I’d sat down at the wrong table, lol.
The tournament was equally friendly and juicy. I doubled up early on with a few premium hands that got excessive action. Then I got stupid and forgot my competition. With a ton of chips, I tried getting fancy with some top cards. Naturally I’d forgotten whom I was playing against, and the action I would get regardless of how I played. Once I had QQ. There was a guy in the eight seat who was shaking like a leaf whenever he was in a hand. He had a policy; always raise with any suited ace in any position. So I figured I’d get some Fancy Play Syndrome (FPS) going and let him hang himself. I smooth called his raise, instead of popping him, which was my first mistake. When the board came low, I let him trap himself with a bluff, then put him in. No, he didn’t get his ace, he ended up getting running hearts, for a flush. That was the end of my FPS.
We had an extremely loose Asian at our table. I think he was a dealer, but could be wrong, because he was wearing a ball cap and I couldn’t remember. He was stealing quite a few pots, but didn’t always know how to respond when getting caught. After the rebuy period ended, he decided to go for my blind. I found Kings and reraised all-in. He looked at his chips for a while. If he didn’t call, he would be left with maybe 1500. If he did, we were almost even in chips. He called. He showed T8s and caught two pair. I was eliminated in about 20th or so.
I was puzzled about him calling my all-in. It took me a bit of thinking about it, but I finally figured out what probably made him call. He was extremely loose and aggressive. I think maybe he thought that if he folded when I looked him up, he would be on a short stack, and could no longer play lots of pots. He would be forced to slow down. To some players, being forced to play conservatively is almost worse than being eliminated altogether. He could not adjust to being a short stack, so maybe he figured he’d rather go out in a blaze of glory.
Glenn got closer to the money, fizzling out when it got down to the final two, shorthanded tables. Glenn has become a really good tourney player lately. I have been very impressed with most of his play.
We really liked Desert Diamond. It was only 90 miles south of Casino Arizona, but yet a totally different world. We decided to stay overnight and play there again the next day, after a trip to see Biosphere 2.
Not once in our 12 hours or so play at DD did anyone asked to see mucked hands. Not once were the rules of poker, its integrity, twisted into an angle shot. Players were kind and cordial to each other, for the most part.