DMPT #1
01/13/08 22:41 Filed in: Poker
I played DMPT Event Number 1.
I didn't do well. I wasn't getting any cards and when I was, the flop wasn't helping. After nearly 2 hours, in frustration, I went all in with a measly pair of twos. I ran into aces. Oops.
I won one other hand, a bluff into a ragged flop. That was it.
As people were getting eliminated, we were adding players to a .50/1 NL game. It started as a 4 player game. After a few hands I was up about $10. Then, we added Mike. Mike is very aggressive. He will play any two cards and apply pressure to weaken you. After 20-30 minutes, Mike had a stack of chips. A large part of them were mine. I saw a flop and decided to chase. My AK might have several ways to win. The opening bet was $3. The flop was QJ8. Two spades. The turn, after minor betting, was a 3. The river was the 10 of spades. I thought there might be a flush draw, but I had the straight. I lead out with $10. He raised me $15. I called, due to the amount in the pot. He turned over AK spades. He simply got the better hand.
I started with $60 and was down to $15. One or two hands later, I picked up AJ. There was the standard raise of $3, and a caller, so I went all in. Mike called. He had A5c. The flop came out with 2c3cAs. I had a very nice starting hand and now I am in a near coin flip. I have the top pair but I can lose to any club and any 5 or 4. The turn comes. Jack. I now have two pair. The river is a 6. I double up and then a little more.
I then start to rake in some pots. There were some interesting ones.
Brandon, a nemesis of mine from the tournament, decides he wants to play. He and I have tangled a few times. He is a lot like Mike. Very aggressive. One time, he knocked me out of a tournament on a flush draw. I had the nut flush draw and he caught a lower card on me. In another tournament, I wounded him when I flopped a Q high flush against his trips. I bet into him raising the stakes more and more until the river. Personally, I was thinking he was on the flush draw and I was trying to get him out. Wounded, I called him with an Ace medium kicker, a bit later. I caught a pair, he didn't. He was pissed about losing.
So, Brandon sits down and starts raking in the chips. I slow down a little bit and simply wait. In one hand, I pick up a nice pot betting into my straight and third pair (10J) on a QKJ flop. I end up winning that and raking in a very nice pot. Shortly after that, I hold KK. I am in the big blind. Brandon raises to $5. Mary calls. Mike calls. Jose calls. There's $20 in the pot. I decide I will take this one down. I raise to $35. Brandon folds. Mary folds. Mike folds. Jose is a small stack now, with about $5 left. He calls. I believe he was calling due to pot odds or frustration. The flop is 565. Brandon is pissed. Evidently, his 57 would have hit. Jose, however, has big problems. His hope was to catch two pair. He has J9os. The turn and river don't help and I haul in a nice pot.
Mike took some more chips from me, mainly with him getting Aces three times while we played. It was frustrating. However, I got the best of him on some hands. And I was taking money from the other players. His style costs him a lot of chips when he misses. I wasn't always getting his chips, but as they would slide to someone else, I would take them from the temporary owner.
My favorite hand of the night was against Brandon. I picked up Q10. The usual $3 preflop raise with 4 callers. The flop is Q 7 10. At this point, I am pretty confident I have the best hand. A bet of $3 by Mary gets 3 callers. A 6 shows up. Now, I might be a little more worried. 89 has a good chance to win. But, I can't put anyone on it. It checks around to me, I bet $5. Brandon calls. Everyone else folds. The river brings a 5. Well, I still lose to 89. I win against all draws and any two pair. I feel pretty confident. I bet $10.
Now, against other players, I might reconsider what happens next. Brandon calls out "Raise". He puts $10 into the pot and adds $35 more. Could he have the straight? I am not sure. I don't think so. He wouldn't slow roll like that. He could have two pair. Or, due to the size of the bet, he could simply be trying to buy it. I think about it for a couple moments. I declare, "Call". I flip over Q10. Brandons face falls. He was on a draw. I can only think he was on KJ or J9. Either way, it never made it and I raked in a very nice pot.
After a short while, Mary leaves. Then another woman leaves. So, being three handed against Mike and Brandon, I decide to pack up and go. As I look at my stack, I have $245 in front of me. Not bad for $60 considering I had been to $15 at one point.
Brandon protests and says that he wants to play me heads up for $80. Knowing Brandon, I decline. He then starts to wax on about how I constantly river him. In his descriptions, he he misrepresents what I had when I knocked him out from the tournament a couple months ago. I also know that he believes that I have the goods on him, as he has complained verbally about not catching cards against me. But hearing him complain that I am taking his money off the table brings a big smile on my face.
I didn't do well. I wasn't getting any cards and when I was, the flop wasn't helping. After nearly 2 hours, in frustration, I went all in with a measly pair of twos. I ran into aces. Oops.
I won one other hand, a bluff into a ragged flop. That was it.
As people were getting eliminated, we were adding players to a .50/1 NL game. It started as a 4 player game. After a few hands I was up about $10. Then, we added Mike. Mike is very aggressive. He will play any two cards and apply pressure to weaken you. After 20-30 minutes, Mike had a stack of chips. A large part of them were mine. I saw a flop and decided to chase. My AK might have several ways to win. The opening bet was $3. The flop was QJ8. Two spades. The turn, after minor betting, was a 3. The river was the 10 of spades. I thought there might be a flush draw, but I had the straight. I lead out with $10. He raised me $15. I called, due to the amount in the pot. He turned over AK spades. He simply got the better hand.
I started with $60 and was down to $15. One or two hands later, I picked up AJ. There was the standard raise of $3, and a caller, so I went all in. Mike called. He had A5c. The flop came out with 2c3cAs. I had a very nice starting hand and now I am in a near coin flip. I have the top pair but I can lose to any club and any 5 or 4. The turn comes. Jack. I now have two pair. The river is a 6. I double up and then a little more.
I then start to rake in some pots. There were some interesting ones.
Brandon, a nemesis of mine from the tournament, decides he wants to play. He and I have tangled a few times. He is a lot like Mike. Very aggressive. One time, he knocked me out of a tournament on a flush draw. I had the nut flush draw and he caught a lower card on me. In another tournament, I wounded him when I flopped a Q high flush against his trips. I bet into him raising the stakes more and more until the river. Personally, I was thinking he was on the flush draw and I was trying to get him out. Wounded, I called him with an Ace medium kicker, a bit later. I caught a pair, he didn't. He was pissed about losing.
So, Brandon sits down and starts raking in the chips. I slow down a little bit and simply wait. In one hand, I pick up a nice pot betting into my straight and third pair (10J) on a QKJ flop. I end up winning that and raking in a very nice pot. Shortly after that, I hold KK. I am in the big blind. Brandon raises to $5. Mary calls. Mike calls. Jose calls. There's $20 in the pot. I decide I will take this one down. I raise to $35. Brandon folds. Mary folds. Mike folds. Jose is a small stack now, with about $5 left. He calls. I believe he was calling due to pot odds or frustration. The flop is 565. Brandon is pissed. Evidently, his 57 would have hit. Jose, however, has big problems. His hope was to catch two pair. He has J9os. The turn and river don't help and I haul in a nice pot.
Mike took some more chips from me, mainly with him getting Aces three times while we played. It was frustrating. However, I got the best of him on some hands. And I was taking money from the other players. His style costs him a lot of chips when he misses. I wasn't always getting his chips, but as they would slide to someone else, I would take them from the temporary owner.
My favorite hand of the night was against Brandon. I picked up Q10. The usual $3 preflop raise with 4 callers. The flop is Q 7 10. At this point, I am pretty confident I have the best hand. A bet of $3 by Mary gets 3 callers. A 6 shows up. Now, I might be a little more worried. 89 has a good chance to win. But, I can't put anyone on it. It checks around to me, I bet $5. Brandon calls. Everyone else folds. The river brings a 5. Well, I still lose to 89. I win against all draws and any two pair. I feel pretty confident. I bet $10.
Now, against other players, I might reconsider what happens next. Brandon calls out "Raise". He puts $10 into the pot and adds $35 more. Could he have the straight? I am not sure. I don't think so. He wouldn't slow roll like that. He could have two pair. Or, due to the size of the bet, he could simply be trying to buy it. I think about it for a couple moments. I declare, "Call". I flip over Q10. Brandons face falls. He was on a draw. I can only think he was on KJ or J9. Either way, it never made it and I raked in a very nice pot.
After a short while, Mary leaves. Then another woman leaves. So, being three handed against Mike and Brandon, I decide to pack up and go. As I look at my stack, I have $245 in front of me. Not bad for $60 considering I had been to $15 at one point.
Brandon protests and says that he wants to play me heads up for $80. Knowing Brandon, I decline. He then starts to wax on about how I constantly river him. In his descriptions, he he misrepresents what I had when I knocked him out from the tournament a couple months ago. I also know that he believes that I have the goods on him, as he has complained verbally about not catching cards against me. But hearing him complain that I am taking his money off the table brings a big smile on my face.