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September 12, 2009

I’m in a bad cycle. I’m running bad, which is causing me to play badly and, hence, I continue to run badly. I know it should end eventually, but that’s of little consolation when you watch your bankroll shrink a little bit more each time you leave the table.

Today’s session at LA’s Commerce Casino wasn’t so much a debacle as it was a continuation of my recent sessions back in Vegas. I bought into Day 1B of the $220 tournament with a guaranteed prize pool of $500K. About 1,200 other players were interested in the big money too, so we had a pretty lively starting field. The structure, put together by TD extraordinaire Matt Savage, consisted of 40 minute levels and $3K starting stacks. Needless to say, there was no lack of action as players quickly tried to double up.

I stayed pretty quiet early on, limping into a couple of pots with suited connectors from late position and generally, staying out of trouble by tossing my hand if I failed to connect. I won a good-sized pot in the second orbit when I rivered trip 8s while holding 6-8 diamonds. And then, the wheels fell off.

An orbit later, I picked up A-K on the button and raised the action to 200, getting three callers, including the small blind. Action checked to me on a flop of 8-8-A rainbow, and put another 350 in the pot. When both the small blind and one other player check-called behind, alarm bells should have started sounding. The turn brought a blank – the 4h- and the small blind put in a 500 chip bet. The other player called and I raised. When the small blind shoved, the third guy got mucked and I should have done the same. My heart told me he had an 8, but I really wanted to believe he held a worse Ace. I made the call and he turned over 10-8 of diamonds. FML.

Of course, I have no one to blame here but myself. His actions made it pretty clear that he had me beat, but I chose to ignore all of the signs and, for that, I paid the price. Yes, I’m that dumb sometimes. After the hand, I was left with just 550 in chips which I nursed until my big blind. When the button made it 200 to go, I looked down at pocket 3s and decided I was willing to race with them before putting the remainder of my stack in the middle. The button looked almost embarrassed but had to call, and tabled King-10 off after tossing the additional chips into the pot.

When the flop came Ace-Queen-10 I knew I was practically drawing dead. When a Jack fell on the turn, there was absolutely no doubt left. I was done. About the only good thing I can say is that my demise was quick and relatively painless. Self-inflicted, to be sure, but painless nonetheless.

After leaving the table, I contemplated hitting the cash games for a while but, considering how I’m running as of late, I kept my remaining money in my pocket and headed for the car. I think it’s the smartest poker play I’ve made in weeks.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. September 12, 2009 3:02 am

    Hey, you had three for a chop on the river!

  2. October 1, 2009 8:25 am

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    A definite great read..Jim Bean

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