Crossing the Concrete Rubicon
So Doug and I made it back to Atlanta, crossing the concrete Rubicon, or Atlanta's Interstate 285 perimeter, and becoming free men again, citizens instead of soldiers in the Grand Cat Army of the Republic.
The Tunica trip was good for me -- I ended up cashing about the same amount as I previously reported and I think Doug cashed somewhere in the $850 range. I really felt comfortable with the no-cap game.
I also felt comfortable with my play -- my instincts were right most of the time and only one time did I feel like I should have stayed with my instinct. In a $2/5 NL game I raised to $20 with JJ, got reraised to $60 by a weak businessman (that I trapped and busted a few hands earlier when he raised from the BB with AQ and I called with J9s to make it heads up. Flop was AJ9 and we were off to the races -- he pushed all-in and I called. When the J came on the river I actually thought I was counterfeited and said 'How much do I owe?' and later when I was told I had a boat, 'Oh, you mean a full house beats two-pair? LOL).
The flop was two clubs and the businessman checked. The turn was a blank but this time he bet it out. My first instinct was "Make it $1,000," pretty much covering his $200 buy-in. But I called. A third club came and he bet it out, completely not afraid of the card. So I folded. I should have made him fold his hand. My bad.
I've done pretty well in identifying the weak, calling stations and going after them knowing it will cost them all their chips if I hit. I did that to the weak businessman. Another time I was targeting "The World's Greatest Calling Station" and actually called a $15 bet on the flop with my gutshot draw. I hit the draw on the turn but ended up busting black Superman (from previous entry's quote) when he had J7 for a straight, but I had JQ for the nuts.
Other things -- I'm much better now at betting out in late when it's apparent nobody has anything, and taking a pot. Online, I've become comfortable with going with my hunches, pot-check raising weak bets to take down the pot and then making a go at it on the river when me and another opponent in worse position both have missed our draws.
Needless to say, I can't wait to go back to Tunica and I'm looking forward to spending time again in Las Vegas and New Orleans next month.
The Tunica trip was good for me -- I ended up cashing about the same amount as I previously reported and I think Doug cashed somewhere in the $850 range. I really felt comfortable with the no-cap game.
I also felt comfortable with my play -- my instincts were right most of the time and only one time did I feel like I should have stayed with my instinct. In a $2/5 NL game I raised to $20 with JJ, got reraised to $60 by a weak businessman (that I trapped and busted a few hands earlier when he raised from the BB with AQ and I called with J9s to make it heads up. Flop was AJ9 and we were off to the races -- he pushed all-in and I called. When the J came on the river I actually thought I was counterfeited and said 'How much do I owe?' and later when I was told I had a boat, 'Oh, you mean a full house beats two-pair? LOL).
The flop was two clubs and the businessman checked. The turn was a blank but this time he bet it out. My first instinct was "Make it $1,000," pretty much covering his $200 buy-in. But I called. A third club came and he bet it out, completely not afraid of the card. So I folded. I should have made him fold his hand. My bad.
I've done pretty well in identifying the weak, calling stations and going after them knowing it will cost them all their chips if I hit. I did that to the weak businessman. Another time I was targeting "The World's Greatest Calling Station" and actually called a $15 bet on the flop with my gutshot draw. I hit the draw on the turn but ended up busting black Superman (from previous entry's quote) when he had J7 for a straight, but I had JQ for the nuts.
Other things -- I'm much better now at betting out in late when it's apparent nobody has anything, and taking a pot. Online, I've become comfortable with going with my hunches, pot-check raising weak bets to take down the pot and then making a go at it on the river when me and another opponent in worse position both have missed our draws.
Needless to say, I can't wait to go back to Tunica and I'm looking forward to spending time again in Las Vegas and New Orleans next month.
posted by kurokitty at
8:30 AM
1 Comments:
Way to go. Cats like sniffing out weakness. More chips=more catnip.
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Mark, at 12:15 PM
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