Not your tilt
08/13/07 00:40 Filed in: Poker
I had
the pleasure of joining a table and catching some
nice cards. Even better, I had the ultimate
pleasure of playing someone whom believed they were
better then they were. And to top it off, I was
able to put him on tilt.
It started off innocent enough. I had just joined the table. Tilt Boy was immediately to my right. In the first hand, I picked up AQc. I was in middle position and he called the big blind. I raised it to 3 1/2 times the BB. I had two callers. The small blind called, the big blind folded and Tilt Boy called.
The flop couldn’t have been better. 2c 8c Jc. I flopped the nut flush. Simple enough, now just to figure out how to extract the most. Well, these two players made it very easy. The first player makes a pot size bet. Tilt Boy calls. I follow with a call.
The next card come, a spade. There’s no pair on the board, so I feel very confident. The first player goes all in. The second player calls. I only have a small handful of chips left, so I go all in. Tilt Boy calls my remaining bet. He barely has me covered, so it might have well been an all in call for him as well.
The cards are turned over, revealing that I do have the nuts. Both of them are drawing dead. The fist player had KJ-spades. Tilt Boy had a pair of 10s, one was a club.
My position allowed me to deceive the strength of my hand, simply by calling. By having an aggressive player in the lead, Tilt Boy felt more confident than he should have been.
Two hands later, I pick up AK. I bet and have exactly one caller. Tilt Boy. Damn this is nice. The flop comes K 10 3. I feel pretty good and put in a pot sized raise. He calls. He checks on the turn, I put in another raise, putting him all in. He calls. He turns over his A10. The only card that helps him is another 10. It never falls and I have busted him for a second time.
During the next few rounds, he starts explaining how I am lucky and that my play isn’t very good. He tells me I was lucky on my flush. He thinks he raised me, but I raised and he called. After the flop, he was toast, so it didn’t matter. His battle cry, “I had 10s” falls on my ears. I simply reiterate his poor play. This argument goes on for a little while.
In the mean time, any time he has cards worth playing, he simply goes all in. He wins a couple hands for small pots and then runs into me. He is the small blind, I am the big. I pick up AA. He picks up QJ off-suit. I know that being heads up, he really wants to beat me. I decide that this is the moment to do it.
I wait for a couple moments. Then I bet out the specific amount he has on the table. He has 45x the big blind. So, I am trying the make an attempt at his entire stack. In most situations, I might either check or make a 2-3x BB bet. I want to encourage the action. In this case, I know that emotion is his driving factor. Against most other players, he might fold. To me, he will call. And to me, he will lose.
The flop comes up a little scary. He had a straight draw. It never came. And he tried to gloat over his straight draw even after he lost.
Due to him, I picked up another guy’s table stakes. The guy with KJ decided to make a move against me. I limped in on the button. 5 players were in the pot. I snagged two pair with my 78. I bet and had a single caller. He called when I put him all in. His paired Ace quickly allowed me to gobble up his chips.
He continued to profess his complete poker prowess over me, even when I had made 6x my table stakes. And he reloaded 4 times. Funny how that works.
It started off innocent enough. I had just joined the table. Tilt Boy was immediately to my right. In the first hand, I picked up AQc. I was in middle position and he called the big blind. I raised it to 3 1/2 times the BB. I had two callers. The small blind called, the big blind folded and Tilt Boy called.
The flop couldn’t have been better. 2c 8c Jc. I flopped the nut flush. Simple enough, now just to figure out how to extract the most. Well, these two players made it very easy. The first player makes a pot size bet. Tilt Boy calls. I follow with a call.
The next card come, a spade. There’s no pair on the board, so I feel very confident. The first player goes all in. The second player calls. I only have a small handful of chips left, so I go all in. Tilt Boy calls my remaining bet. He barely has me covered, so it might have well been an all in call for him as well.
The cards are turned over, revealing that I do have the nuts. Both of them are drawing dead. The fist player had KJ-spades. Tilt Boy had a pair of 10s, one was a club.
My position allowed me to deceive the strength of my hand, simply by calling. By having an aggressive player in the lead, Tilt Boy felt more confident than he should have been.
Two hands later, I pick up AK. I bet and have exactly one caller. Tilt Boy. Damn this is nice. The flop comes K 10 3. I feel pretty good and put in a pot sized raise. He calls. He checks on the turn, I put in another raise, putting him all in. He calls. He turns over his A10. The only card that helps him is another 10. It never falls and I have busted him for a second time.
During the next few rounds, he starts explaining how I am lucky and that my play isn’t very good. He tells me I was lucky on my flush. He thinks he raised me, but I raised and he called. After the flop, he was toast, so it didn’t matter. His battle cry, “I had 10s” falls on my ears. I simply reiterate his poor play. This argument goes on for a little while.
In the mean time, any time he has cards worth playing, he simply goes all in. He wins a couple hands for small pots and then runs into me. He is the small blind, I am the big. I pick up AA. He picks up QJ off-suit. I know that being heads up, he really wants to beat me. I decide that this is the moment to do it.
I wait for a couple moments. Then I bet out the specific amount he has on the table. He has 45x the big blind. So, I am trying the make an attempt at his entire stack. In most situations, I might either check or make a 2-3x BB bet. I want to encourage the action. In this case, I know that emotion is his driving factor. Against most other players, he might fold. To me, he will call. And to me, he will lose.
The flop comes up a little scary. He had a straight draw. It never came. And he tried to gloat over his straight draw even after he lost.
Due to him, I picked up another guy’s table stakes. The guy with KJ decided to make a move against me. I limped in on the button. 5 players were in the pot. I snagged two pair with my 78. I bet and had a single caller. He called when I put him all in. His paired Ace quickly allowed me to gobble up his chips.
He continued to profess his complete poker prowess over me, even when I had made 6x my table stakes. And he reloaded 4 times. Funny how that works.