Saturday, I was number 101 to enter the 4 p.m. poker tournament at the Horseshoe. Buy-in was $160 and I was seated as an alternate because I showed up late. We started with 12,000 in chips. Early on, the blinds were 200/100 and I picked up ♦J ♦9. The guy in front of me limped, so I limped. If I'm entering an unbet pot, I try my hardest to fold or come in for a raise. When the pot is limped, I allow myself to limp behind. Another
The flop was nice: ♠J ♣9 ♣6. The big blind now said, "All in," music to my ears. He obviously has played pocket aces like a rank amateur. The guy to my right folded, I moved all in and the other limper folded. Big blind showed: ♥K ♦K. Okay, so I was wrong about the aces, but close.
I remember thinking "No 6, no 6," which would give him a higher two-pair hand. The board bricked and I had my double up.
A few hands later, the blinds were 400/200 and I was the one who picked up kings: ♠K ♥K. A guy came into the pot for a raise to 1000 and another player made a re-raise to 5000. My stack was around 25,000, so a re-raise would pot commit me. Yes, I thought he might have aces, but I decided a long time ago that I'm not folding kings pre-flop, both live or online. The players re-raise with the most God-awful hands you wouldn't believe.
It folded to the re-raiser who called and showed me my nightmare: ♥A ♦A. The flop came with another ace! and I was drawing dead. My stack was back down to 5500.
An orbit later, a short-stack on my right moved all in. I peeked at my cards and saw joy: ♦K ♣K. Yes! I moved all in (we both had around 5500) and a big stack thought and thought and called. The first all-in player showed ♣9 ♠9 and the caller behind me had ♠J ♥J. So far, so good.
The flop had Q-10-x. The turn was an 8 and the board was rainbow. The river was a 9 and I remember thinking, "Crap, he's got a set," but then I saw the hand with jacks had made a straight, ouch.
As I headed for the rail and thought about Rob. Maybe he's onto something. Nah, gimme kings every time. I'll take my chances.