I hightailed it over to the Razz game just being spread. I was fourth on the list. They were also spreading Stud 8, so I signed up for that one, but we couldn’t get a game going, although they called every name at least three times.
I have no idea why, but I got into the Razz game pretty fast (I say this because after I got in, no one budged. People literally sat and waited for hours, no one left. Someone even played over an eating player for an hour or more).
Lucky-ducky me, I got seat two again (like you didn’t already know I like end seats and usually never get them, lol).
Seat one was a woman who immediately started asking me questions about Razz. I was shocked that someone would sit down and play it for the first time at the 15/30 level.
I recognized a couple of players. An older guy played pretty well. He was the only truly sneaky, unorthodox player at our table. I found out quickly that I didn’t have to make any odd moves to get action. I have always gotten way more action than I needed or desired. Go figure. People just love to call me. I’m not complaining.
I did my usual “travel light” move of only buying in for one stack of reds, while tucking the other $500 into the rail. For once, that seemed the norm. Hardly anyone had any real chips, most were playing with hundreds. When someone needed chips, another player would sell him or her a stack. Weird that I finally sat down at a table where everyone was thinking in Felicia-terms.
I double paired or bricked up after starting with a couple of premium hands and pushing them early. I went through two stacks of red. Then I started hitting well, and made a couple of good hands. Once the table saw that I knew what I was doing, they stopped trying so hard to outdraw me, lol. Now I was just getting a lone caller or two on third, and maybe just one to the river, if he didn’t brick up.
I played almost robotically-Sklansky in this game, because I could, and because it worked. There was one fish feeding the entire table. Calling with a ten or higher doorcard if he could get in for the $5 bring-in. Calling all the way to fifth through seventh even if he bricked over and over. He later said he’d gone through a whole rack of red and more, and I believe it.
A couple of other players were playing sub-optimally, also, but nothing like that guy. They got out of line a bit, just enough to pay me off.
Soon I had recovered that $200, and was up.
My friend busted out of the tourney, and I wanted him to play, because the game was so good playing tight-rock-Sklansky style, but he didn’t have the roll with him, and had never played Razz live. Well, jeez, neither had I, but no one needed to know that, and I can adapt to just about any Stud game successfully. I don’t blame him though, he is playing for a living, I am playing for fun.
Most of the players behaved like the typical, ill-reputed Razz players. I refused to let them glower, however, and constantly pepped up the table by acting the cheerleader roll. That is not my personality, but I am an actor, and can play any part at the table.
For what it’s worth, this was a very live Razz game. I wish I could find these games everywhere, everyday. I think Razz is my calling,
I caught very well for the entire session and ended up taking about $500 from the table. I rarely had to show down a hand towards the end, no one wanted to tangle with me, after realizing I only played premium hands, and bet the same way whether I paired up (unseen), or not.
I had a great time!