Home Game @ Justin’sSo I am a little behind in getting this recap up….I told Justin that he needs to get wifi, so that I can sit at the table with my laptop and make live updates. Some of the things that have been coming out of peoples mouths for the last few weeks has been downright hilarious, and the lag in my posting this will almost certainly water the humor down. Oh well---here goes.
5 players tonight…missing a few of the usuals, and have a new face to add:
First position: Man’s Man
One More Card Justin
me
A. “Straight Outta” Compton (we’ll see if the name sticks…because I’m SURE it’s the first time hes heard it)
Supple Haunches in LP
So who is missing??? Well, if you remember, we lost Atlanta Eric---to---of all places---Atlanta. AND, Potty Mouth Mike is conspicuously absent tonight….more on that to come
So even before we started, it seems like someone put a quarter in Mans Man…hes all full of piss and vinegar. First he had commentary on why Potty Mouth is absent:
“…cleaning his house? He’s washing his damn vagina”. Nice
Then he has some commentary on his strategy for tonight:
(in best spacey blonde voice, clapping hands like Jock Jams) “Be aggressive…..Be Be Aggressive”. Wow---could have bet my first born that something like that would have never happened….maybe its setting up to be a strange night at the table. And---of course---his rants were poignantly followed by a “BLOG THAT, Mother Fucker!”. And it is done.
The first orbit of the night started out with a bang. I caught A10c, and everybody folded to me in the small blind. Had a few options, but in the spirit of being consistent in my betting to mask the strength of my hand, I raised an average amount. BB called me, and board came J-10-7-Q-2, rainbow. My AJ held up, with marginal betting along the way. One More Card was the BB that hand, and he had some words of wisdom for the table following that beat…I assume they applied to the hand he just lost.
“Don’t play those damn middle pairs---they bend you over the table---and squirt it on your back”
Well---all B&D aside, I pulled down a decent pot for this early in the night.
Things stayed in relatively high gear, as we moved into the 2nd level of blinds. We were still early in the night, and had quite the showdown hand. I was on the button, and had J9. There were 4 calls of the BB, and I checked to see the flop---everyone still in the hand.
The flop came J-8-J. I just hit the JACKpot! AND…I’m in position, so if there is a thief out there, I can slap his hand with a strong re-raise. Straight Outta Compton bet out 100 (pretty significant bet at this point)…and in first position, a potentially dangerous move without having made a hand on a flop like that. Supple quickly raises 3x. WOW! What action for my trips. Maybe they slow played a monster, KK/AA, and they think that its great right now. Then---Mans Man CALLS. One More Card didn’t live up to his name, as the pot got too rich for his blood. He folds out. I like the action, but with a low kicker, am a little nervous about the other J taking me out. Can’t fold the hand---I call. Compton quickly folds. 3 handed action, with a huge pot brewing. Turn comes a 7, and there is nothing to mention of a flush draw on the board. This looks like gold to me. Supple bets another 300, Mans man calls---and I decide to make my move. I’m ALL IN. I get both guys to call…..WHATTA POT! We turn our cards over in preparation for the river……here is what we have:
Board: J-8-J-7
Supple: J6
Mans man: 77
me: J9
DAMMIT!
All that betting and Mans man turns 7’s full on fourth street. ARRRGH! Only 2 cards can help me now, and 8 or a 9. Of course, the river comes K---and I am crippled. Supple is out, Mans man has a huge stack.
So I’m crippled---but not dead.
We’re 4 handed, and relatively soon after that monster hand, I was dealt 55. I raised (who am I kidding, at this point by raising, I was pot committed). I managed to get 4 callers, which I thought was a good thing…I thought people were playing loose. The flop came Jc-10-5c. I worried about the straight and flush draws—but as I said, I was pot committed, so I went all in. Straight Outta Compton called me, and showed his KK. I was actually really happy to see that, since he had fewer outs than if he were drawing for the straight or the flush. Turn and river came A-2, and I nearly quadded up.
This knocked Straight Outta Compton out, and we were down to 3.
Here is where I get distracted, and I am not sure what happened to some of my notes…but I do know that Compton went to playing with his Skytel pager…muttering:
“Oh Minesweeper, how many craps have we shared?”—referencing the fact that he takes his company issued pager into his 2nd office when nature calls. They have a very sweet relationship…
Again---apologies for the time jump in here, and there are undoubtedly good stories about how Mans Man lost his stack---but heads up wound up being One More Card Justin vs. me. I had him just barely covered, and immediately, he offered a split. I didn’t take him up on it—I told him that I don’t get the chance to play him heads up often, and wanted to see what I can do.
As I have made plenty of references to previously, Justin is easily the hardest player to read that I consistently play against. We have all agreed that if any of us were to get entry into a major tournament, that he would have the best shot at advancing far. I think I am a pretty solid player, but he definitely gets into your head, and works the whole “play against the player, not the cards” angle to his advantage.
We had a pretty intense 25-30 minutes, where we pushed about 40% of the chips back and forth across the table, until we were right about back at even. We got to a hand where the flop came 9-2-3 rainbow, and he moved all-in on me. I was a little bit worried, because I didn’t have a particularly strong hand, but with 8-9, I did hold top pair. I decided to call, and things looked pretty good. Justin flipped up J-3, holding middle pair, and with a turn and river of 8-4, my hand actually improved to two pair, and I took down what worked out to be the final pot. I had Justin covered by a tad bit, and I brought home my first title in some time. I was on a pretty rotten dry streak, and this one felt pretty good—especially in beating Justin.
All for now—we haven’t played since. Definitely not the same without E…damn Emory University.