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 Triip Report: Degen weekend...
TL;DR- I just like to write lol... Sry for spelling errors of course...
So.. as you may or may not know ISF, Max, me and gabe headed up to turning stone last thursday night to play some deepstacked tourneys and do the whole live poker thing. First night I arrived and immediately collapsed due to a fucked sleep schedule and raging insomnia the night before. I'm woken about an hour later by Max who after surveying our luxurious lodge room convinces me to go degen it up. Or maybe I convinced him. Sigh...
So down to the poker room. TS has 40+ tables going during a tourney weekend like this and of course I immediately decide to sit in the biggest game possible which was 10/25 2500 max nl that night. The table was pretty soft: couple tight/solid internet grinders, some nitty live regs and a couple weak businessman types. However, this was all irrelevant as I only played a few pots and they were all against one guy, FluffDog. He's apparently a HSNL player on full tilt and seemed to be a good hand reader with the requisite amount of insanity to be playing 25/50. Alright im gonna inject a little strategy into this one: here's the hand, my image is solid, his is crazy. Ef stacks 4k.
I open to 85 UTG with AK spades, Fluff calls UTG+2, CO, SB call, pot 365 to the flop.
flop Ad Js 5h I lead 275 Fluff minraises to 550... I?
Call! Turn Qs pot 1465. I check he bets 800.... I??
Call! River 5c. I check he bets 1k... I???
Puke all over the felt and call he shows AQ GG
Soon after I flop mid set on 854 two spades after reloading to 4500 or so and get stacked by his 76. So I'm down to 1500 of the 7k I brought with me.
I go back to the room and start throwing a tantrum cause live poker is rigged, managing not to break anything through some kind of strange coincidence. I meet up with my friend Jerry later, who also had not slept in over 24 hr and grind out a 3k win online whewww. So... Now it's 8:30am and I've gotta start the $500 6max event at 10, hoooray! I manage to play passably well the whole day but eventually bust out on what I can only assume was a donk play influenced by sleep deprivation as its the only big hand I don't remember all weekend. I totter back to the room and sleep for four hours before being awakened by a drunken Jerry again beckoning me to the 2500 max game which is I guess really good. I grind some hands there all night until it eventually gets 4 handed with me, donk1, donk2, and kingsofcards (not donk). I hover around even in this game somehow, probably playing my least focused poker of the weekend and eventually end down 1k after 4bet bluffing with K7o and getting shoved in for 4k by Tom's JJ. I folded. Reaching a new emotional low for the weekend I succumb to the Turning Stone breakfast buffet where I eat an omelet cooked in what I can only assume was pure lard so that it glistened a dull orange about the same color as the half frozen red peppers I put in it to take the edge off. Remember guys, emotional low...
In a fit of complete masochism I decide to enter myself into the 1k event, which is superstacked with blinds starting at 25/50 with 15k stacks and hour levels. I am eating pineapple and furiously drinking coffee so I manage not to play 74s from UTG. Then I get a dream spot: I limp 22 UTG, unknown in MP makes it 200, Old man in the BB makes it 600 just about instantly. I gleefully call. Flop 2c 9d Qd. GG old man. He leads pot I raise he shoves in his 15k with a half smile and I snap, he misses the other two aces.
There were actually two pretty interesting spots that day. The first occurred between myself and Astrolux, a solid tourney player who I'd been joking with for awhile. He views me as a crazy cash game player who might a bit lost in a tourney but he definitely respects my play postflop.
Donk1 raises in EP I call with 33 Astro calls in LP UBERDONK calls in BB
flop is gross like 952r. Checks around.
turn is gross 8r checks around. I feel a glimmer of hope.
river is 4. UBERDONK gets all shifty-eyed and leads for 2.6k into 6k pot, donk1 folds. I think for a bit and then decide to call as UBERDONK has been full of shit just about always when his line makes no sense and hes lookin' stealthy. Astro considers for maybe 6 seconds and makes it 6k UBERDONK mucks pretty quick, I?????
Go way deep in the tank, cause all of my assumptions have to be right to make this a call. The first one I make is that Astro is smart enough know that UBERDONK has nothing here almost 100% of the time from physical reads and I believe this to be true. Then I know that he knows that I almost always have a hand worse than an 8 here as I bet aggressively for value and would protect my hand to reduce variance in a tournament. So he will assume I might be as weak as A high here. Finally I try to think if hes smart enough to value raise any 8 or 77 and I come to the conclusion that since he only thought very briefly about the hand he most likely was huge or had nothing. I make frowny faces for awhile and say "if u have 44 GG" and toss in a few chips. He has 44 and the whole table laughs at my silly cash game antics. I also laugh at myself.
Luckily as my image is shot, I'm soon moved to a very passive table. I naturally adjust by raising ATC when its folded to me and im UTG+2 or better. I chip up to 45k when the following hand occurs:
donkA raise in EP to 2100 at 400/800 and I call with 44. 2-3 others call and we all take a flop.
Flop comes JcTs7c. Grrreaat. We check it around.
Turn 8s. pot is about 10.5k I believe but was hard to count as I was hallucinating a bit as it was around 11:00 the next night when this occurred. Batshit insane indian kid leads for 4400 (I interpret this as anything from a nine to no pair no draw with his range predominantly being no pair no draw), old nit in EP rubs his jowls for a couple seconds and whistfully tosses in his 4400. I make it 21.5k, ship the live tells and the 20k pot.
I then proceed to cooler the shit out of some guy set over set and end the day as chipleader at 2:00 am with 30 left about.
The entire second day was pretty uneventful in terms of interesting hands as the field got significantly tougher, and the stacks shallower and I had poor tables and position. Most of the day I was seated to the right of 4 MTT pros online so my opens would get 3bet approximately 100% of the time and I decided my edge was so large against the remaining 10 or so mongoloids that I should refrain from shoving it in for 60 BB with A6s EVEN THOUGH I have excellent equity. I put on soothing music and resisted the temptation.
Best part of the day occurred with 20 left and 15 paid. We return from break and I straggle in about 2 mins late only to be informed that a deal has been reached. A confederation of nits headed by a loud new yorker type with a scrunchy face have STOPPED the tournament as a deal must be reached. Their incredible idea is to chop 3k off first 2k off 2nd and 1k off third and ship it to 20-16 as a gesture of goodwill because golly gee, we r all such good friends and have been playing for so long together, we might all cry if we go home empty handed....
I start laughing and appeal to all the other med-big stacked MTT pros about the ridiculousness of this offer. I am slightly undiplomatic as I say something along the lines of "I'd rather take $600 and light it on fire, at least it would look pretty." No one laughs but my railbirds who r consequently booted from the room by the tourney director. There is hostility, then pleading entreaties from ugly purple shirt scrunchy face and eventually some name-calling along the lines of "you inhuman shithead" and purple shirt vows to find me next break.
I lose chips for the next 2 hrs as I get 3bet on quite literally 100% of my opens and bluffed postflop at every opportunity as I am the Supervillain robbing all the heroic shortstackers of their buy in back so boooooo me. During break purple shirt gets up in my face and calls me mean names, but I just tell him hes silly and he eventually stalks out to smoke a cigarette and I somehow don't get stabbed which was a relief.
The rest of the second day was pretty straightforward poker-wise, I got my money in good or as flips and played solid, eventually chopping it 4 ways with three other MTT pros for 34k to reduce the old variance. I was pumped to be a tournament champion! Most of my friends have left, but me ISF and Massimo go to buy some booze only to discover that its closed. Damn.
We stalk down to the pokerroom where I have the intention of donking around at 200nl with the twins before bed, but then I see the absolute best 10/25 game of my life forming in the corner. So I head over.
It began with a couple of live nits in the game but they quickly left and the majority of that night's play had this lineup: Me in seat 9, to my left was a loose/tricky player who gave me no credit, then the batshit insane indian kid from the tournament (who it turns out is actually solid, he plays 5/10 hu on FT), then Harry an Iranian guy who loves to get the table talking and having a good time who is stuck 10k so far and tilting a bit, then a nitty live player, and John who seemed to be very good but was fortunately drunk.
I begin the night stuck 6k or so getting my money in awful JJ vs QQ on 877 or something vs Harry's Limp re raise. and then losing a ton of small-med sized pots. I'm playing overly loose as I want to be playing postflop with my image and end up calling a reraise with 86 spades about 4.5k deep. Flop 9s 7s 7c I check/raise and we end up getting it all in vs his KK and I win the flip and the 9.5k pot.
A very interesting hand occurred a bit earlier where I called a raise to 100 from John (who was playing extremely drunk/loose/bluffy at the time) and then call a re raise from the loose BB to 450 with TT ( about 4k deep so my call is marginal in the SB).
Flop: Qh 8h X It gets checked around pretty quickly.
Turn: 6h I consider betting but check it to John and he bets 1.1k. I think for a bit and call, and the BB almost immediately shoves all in for 1.7k more. John folds, I???
folded, John said he had a small pair+FD, BB showed KhKd. I started bitching at John for taking 1.1k from me siiigh.
Table breaks down pretty soon and it leaves me with about 8.5k, Harry with 9k or so and a new player with a FT hat who buys in for 2.5k. First hand I open AKcc otb he 3bets to 300, I make it 725 he shoves pretty quick with AA GG.
The next 4 hours or so I start to get really chatty for some reason and the whole table gets to talking . After awhile, I get them to start SHOWING ME THEIR HANDS, after every hand. I do not know why but I go with it. So given the immense amounts of information I'm getting and their inability to 3bet even once without AA or KK (which they dutifully showed) I begin to open 100% of buttons to 100 and win with my cbet close to 75% of the time. I chip up of course, and manage to show down winners in the bigger pots and have an incredibly strong bluffing image.
This next hand Harry limps the btn, FT hat raises to 125 I call in the BB with K9ss Harry calls.
Flop: Q88 I think rainbow. FT hat leads for 275 I min raise to 550 Harry folds FT hat goes in the tank and mucks QJ face up. I go to muck my cards and he asks to see it, I say ok and flip and he makes angry face. The thing about this player was that throughout the night he would go on mini tilt whenever he was outplayed, trying to bluff too often or otherwise outplay me sometime in the next 15 or so minutes to show he wasn't getting pushed around, though he had generally been extremely tight postflop as that hand shows I'm sure.
About 10 minutes later he opens his SB to 100 and I call in the BB with Q9o. Flop QJTr he leads for 175 I think for a bit and call.
Turn comes an 8. He leads for 425 or so I make it 1150 pretty quickly he calls almost as quickly.
River J. He checks I bet 1600, he tanks for literally two full minutes and raises 1750 more. I??
Call. He shows KQ turned into a bluff. Interesting hand.
So now its about 7:00 in the morning and it gets down to me and Harry. I ask him if he wants to donk around hu he sats yes but only if we make it 25/50 I say ok. We each have about 11k at this point.
God, I don't even want to talk about this part of the match as it was just so sick. I begin by opening almost every button to 200 and hit my fair share of hands. Over about 5 hours I whittle him down to 6k or so and am feeling confident. We come back from a 5 min break when this pot happens:
I call a raise to 200 with 87cc
flop T96 two spades I checkraise 375 to 1350 he calls.
turn Qd i lead 2100 he shoves for 2700 more I call he shows J8 GG.
He then goes on a massive heater winning almost every pot for the next 5 hours. Two more examples:
I call a raise with A2hh.
Flop 227 i check/call 375.
turn 6. I lead 750 he calls.
River 9. I lead 1800 he calls with T8 GG (exact #s could be a bit off here as I was pretty tired).
One other one I open A8dd to 225 he 3bets to 650 I call.
Flop Ks 8c 2h he leads 1200 I fold he shows AA.
ETCETERA.
This continues until 6:30 pm the following day. At this point the running bad/ sleep deprivation have turned me into some kind of sub-human mutant. Potsize was quickly becoming a mystery to me, and whenever I had to simply count up my chips to make a bet red waves of nausea and migraines would radiate out from my temples. I had sunken zombie eyes and once fell over only to catch myself on a chair during a break. Hah, I was feeling so gross I tipped a dealer to go buy me a toothbrush from the breakroom. I was also subsisting entirely on black coffee and cranberry juice: which normally I don't like but I immediately after losing the 87cc pot a waitress came over and asked me what I wanted to drink and I replied "something that can make me run just a biiit... coooler". She gave me cranberry juice and I won the next pot, and became attatched.
So Harry finally offered to quit as he had to go back to Canada and I followed my better judgement and accepted. I woke up the next morning having convulsions and puking lolz. After I finished that I listened to my Mom demand why I skipped class. I explained to her about not leaving a good game and how its essential to a poker player but she said "Well, how much did you lose??" I didn't comment. Anyways, finally drove home to school and drank some whiskey with my friends: a good ending to a good degenerate weekend...
Oh yeea obligatory money shot:
By sauce123, shot with iPhone at 2007-12-05
And Max pwning n00bs at 5/5
By sauce123, shot with iPhone at 2007-12-05
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