I
waited 45 minutes one afternoon for a seat. Then I was put on a
“must move” table. I liked that because I had watched the main
game and was the first to move into it.
The
game could raise to high stakes because it had a full kill. $12 is
a lot for me to bet. That seems a bit silly because it is just an
opening bet on any no limit table, however, it is huge on a limit
game.
I
don't really know why I got creamed each session. There were tight
players and there were good players, but there were also the usual
poor players. No maniacs. Rarely was there a preflop raise and
rarer still a reraise.
I
lost.
Still,
for the most part I liked the game.
I
flopped the wheel straight once in first position. I check raised,
(pocket jacks bet to my left) and everyone stayed with me.
Too
bad that round was not a kill game. My straight held up and I still
had callers on the flop.
My
worst hand was holding A-K when A-A-6 flopped and my final opponent
held pocket sixes. He raised me on the turn, and the river did not
help me with A-K or another pair.
The
people were tourists, but in general not bad players. One fellow was
pretty bad. He kept talking about his strategy and about playing on
line. Once when I caught the Broadway nut straight in first
position, I checked the river hoping to check raise.
No
one bet.
Afterward
that online poker playing fellow sort of lectured me that I should
have bet because I might have gotten some callers. He asked me why I
had not bet and I said, “Oh, I don't know,” and it never dawned
on him that I was trying to trap.
My
worst played hand was 10-4 of spades. I just felt like it. It
flopped two pair and then a 4 on the river gave me a full house. I
bet it all the way, but I did not get called on the river.
I
tossed cards for most of the time, and only remember one hand that
would have won, and that one was on the river which I would never
have paid to see.
It
is hard to have these bad card streaks. When I toss away hand after
hand, and even the cards I toss would not have won, would not have
made it past the river, then I know that luck is really against me.
This
was that sort of trip.
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