Scenes from a Road Trip...

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Spring Break 2011, we headed to the mountains...and we brought a few things...

Five minutes on the road and someone already needed a pitspot...

On the road, there was a lot to see:

We thought the PoPo was going to shut us down, but we just got a warning, wheeeeee!

West Texas is beautiful, even through a bug splattered window:

We finally get to @EvryDaySaturday's cabin, it was late...

You know it was her cabin because of all the crosses:

 The rest of the time was spent hiking, fishing, skiing and playing...

Mama even got in some poker time:

...and it was fun!

Road trip home was long but fun (even though we did get a ticket) and the girls were great.  We pitstopped at the Alien Museum in Roswell:

Road trips are a blast and I highly recommend them. But I do have to admit that if I never hear another Justin Bieber song or see/smell those crappy Slim Jim's (which I do not eat!) again, that'll be just fine by me.  Well, at least until the next road trip.  

Super Moon 2011

Before I finish up this post, I wanted to share about the $1/$2 cash games I got to play.  As I said on twitter, I was a little worried to sit down and try my hand.  The first night, I sat down with $200 and within 40 minutes, I was able to walk away with $400.  I played three hands during that time and got lucky with a flopped set of 7s that paid off nicely and an AQs raise from the BU that earned nicely too.

The second night, I sat down again with $200.  I played tightly and conservatively and the hands I showed down were Ts and AKs.  But then I wrangled with Tom...a grizzled poker and Korean War veteran who'd been at the tables each time I'd gone by the poker room.

When I sat down, Tom was sitting in front of about $800.  Within a few orbits, I grew my own stack to about $350 and was having a really nice time talking to Daniel and Angela, both of whom were on my immediate left.  I learned that Angela was a (winning) regular, having moved from a small West Texas town to try her hand at professional pokering in Ruidoso.  She was the best kind of regular - a true player, but the kind who made players feel good losing their stacks to her.  Given that she was two to my left, I knew I needed to be careful with my starting hands.

Tom's stack continued to grow - if everyone limped, he'd raise big in position and usually take down the pot preflop or with a flop c-bet.  If he had a good hand in EP, he'd raise it up and make you pay to play (his showdowns from EP raises were Qs and AKs, but I'd also see him get to SD w/ Q7s).  At one point, I tried to initiate some conversation with him, but he wasn't having it. So, I remarked on his poker face.  He just looked at me - not menacingly, but not necessarily friendly.  The next hand, he raises and I come along with a caller in front of me.  Tom c-bets the flop and the other player calls, but I fold.  Tom ends up taking down a pretty big pot and finally gives me a smile, saying, "I wanted you to stay in that pot!"  We laughed and all was fun and games as he continues to roll over the table.

Finally, Tom raises to $13 from UTG and he gets one caller from MP.  I look down at AcTc in the hijack position and for some pretty dumb reason, I decide this is the hand I'm going to tangle with Tom. I make it $30 to go.  Everyone folds save Tom and the MP caller.  Flop comes xx4c.  Checks to me and I make it $55.  Tom calls and MP calls (and is all in).  I was hoping with the c-bet, I'd get everyone out and take down a nice pot.  Plans foiled...now what?

Turn brings another c and the board is all lower cards.  At this point, I know Tom has a big hand, a pair of something - I'm thinking Ts or better, and he's beating the current board, at least with one pair.  And when MP called, I figured him for a set.  I have nothing but a long shot flush draw and the need for an A to fall to beat at least one of them or so I'm thinking.  This pot is huge and I want it.

Tom checks to me and I put in one stack ($100) and have one left behind.  Maybe I should've checked this turn card, but I have represented a huge hand pre flop, on the flop, and I'm going to continue representing that, so I bet.  Tom just calls.  If he had raised and put me all-in?  Would pot odds have dictated a call?  (using the Rule of 4 and 2* on the turn, the pot was approximately $400 and I had 9 outs to complete my flush and 3 outs to give me a pair of As.  So, 12 x 2 = a 24% chance of making my hand.  I only had $100 behind, so all I could call was $100 into a $400 pot...pots odds are more than the percentage of making my hand...I don't know if I could have or should have folded in that hypo.  And I think it's safe to say that he DID put me on a big hand, otherwise, why didn't he raise me on the flop or the turn?)

River card to come and I'm praying for a club.  Dealer burns and turns.  And BOOM.  Club.

Tom checks to me.  I slowly move my last stack in and he calls.  I'm embarrassed that I've river flushed but elated that it came.  I can hardly even look at Tom or anyone else at the table because I know I got lucky.  Tom turns over Qs, MP shows his flopped set of 4s and they all just stare agape at my rivered nut flush.

Tom doesn't speak and Angela whispers, "I never would've put you on that, girl." I tell her, "I got lost in that hand and then I got lucky" and she nods emphatically, yes.

And there you have it.  I don't think I'm completely over my trepidation of playing cash poker, but I do feel better after these two experiences, though I know I've still got a lot to learn.

Later gators and good luck at the tables!

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*I saw a great video on the Rule of 4 and 2 by Kara Scott for Party Poker, but I can't find it for the life of me....I'll edit and link to it if I find it. and found it again today so...EDIT 3/25/11 to include link to the Party Poker video...good stuff.  Thanks, Kara (on the extremely off chance she'd be reading this...but still...)

Stack Management - Lucky or Good?

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This is just a sample pic, not from our game

L is a poker league admin who hosts a weekly tournament 1.2 miles from my house.  In an upstairs room of their home that is generally a family's "great" room, L and his wife (who doesn't play, but makes a terrific lasagna) have created a poker haven unlike any I've experienced.  It can house four poker tables, has a great plasma TV well-centered and generally tuned to a sports channel, and the room's walls are covered with some of the best poker paraphenalia I've ever seen (along with a great collection of beer/wine bottles and steins).  Off to one side, they have a table set up with what seems like every known issue of Poker Player Newspaper, Bluff & CardPlayer magazines.  The majority of the players are men who, like L, love poker.  Many of them, also like L, are very good players who see poker as more than just a recreational hobby.

The goals of the league are pretty straightforward - we compete in these weekly tourneys to win the greatest percentage of that week's buyins.  A portion of our buyins, however, go to one large pot that, come summer and WSOP-time, the top few players who have the most points (i.e, have done better overall throughout the year in the weekly games) will have earned $1000 buyin seats.

I know the exact mileage to L's house because I made the decision to play yesterday at the last minute and needed to calculate whether I had enough time to get there.  I did, but just barely.  I had to scramble since one of the prerequisites to a bonus chip is that we bring a 12-pack of something to drink.  Luckily, we had a 12-pack, minus about 4 cans, of Root Beer in the pantry.  I was able to scrounge up a complete 12-pack by throwing in the odd Coke and Big Red.  Diet, of course, because, you know, we're healthy like that.

I wasn't planning on going because the weather has just been so nice - late in the day, we decided to BBQ and some good friends came over.  L's league games are a scheduled event though (I've only played it two other times and have had to cancel a few times), and so as I was talking with everyone about whether or not to go, my love said simply - "just go, we'll cook you a steak. If you bust out early, come on home and it'll be waiting."  Ah...how sweet, right?  My poker buddy Terry had been texting me, trying to get me to go, so with all that encouragement I did my one absolute ritual: had my daughter kiss my card protector (please don't call CPS because she knows what a card protector is).  I love this card protector (which she gave me).

Froggy, your standard PetShop toy

Anyway, remember the loving encouragement I received about - "sure, go ahead and play"? Well, last words: "you better win if we're here BBQing without you.  Don't come home empty-handed."  *smooch* HA!

That's a boatload of verbiage to basically get to the point of this post, working with whatcha got - or, taking care of your stack.  If you followed my tweets from that night, you know I had a pretty standard game.  Nothing too amazing, tricky, or spewy in the first few rounds.  The one thing I noticed was that I was just having fun.  I had no concern for my cards and/or worry about raises and/or the players in front of me or acting behind.  My mood was happy to be playing and trying to focus on betting patterns and any reads based on same (I was so happy inside when I put a guy on Js and that's exactly the hand he turned over. I wasn't in the hand).  A couple of times when folded to me, I played some hands I normally wouldn't open with and I called behind in MW pots with hands I'd generally raise with.  I had to lay down AKs once in such a spot, but J8s ended up being a nice winner.

By the time we'd made it to the final table, I'd taken a bit of a hit to my stack.  I was lowman on the totem pole and had some work to do, but oh did I have interference to my left:  cL directly to my left, then, my friend Terry, and next to her - a big stack who was basically a nit/spewtard (a lovely gentleman who on a previous table had raised 3x in a row.  3rd time he did it, I was on B and reraised.  He thought a minute and said, "ok, honey, I'll let you have my 3500 *this* time." I smiled sweetly and said, "thank you, honey."  I don't think he liked that, but I'm not sure.  He just said, "you're welcome.") 

My final table stack

With all that interference, I really had to pick my spots carefully.  When I'm in that position, I mentally talk to myself.  Normally, the poker gods listen and reward my positive self-talk.  This time, however, I kept getting dealt 92o, 84o, you know - the dreaded 72o.  With those holdings, what's a girl to do?

Raise it up!  You better chip up or go home, sister.  I knew my steak was long cold by now and we weren't yet even in the money so something had to give.  Over the next three-to-five orbits I pick spots and I shovey-dovey and take down blinds.  I'm back to fighting weight and we've lost a few in the process - ITM!

S, to my right, has played many events, including WSOPc events and I'd overheard him earlier telling someone that he'd chopped a recent one for first, taking down $7000.  I'd never played him before, so I didn't have much information.  All I know is that he and I were about equal in stacks.  He's two to my right...not raising every button, but almost (as he should), and I've folded each time.  The next time, I tell myself, if he min-raises, I'm raising.

It's next time. I'm overjoyed because the poker gods have gifted me with a beautiful big blind of J4o.  S min raises his button.  I reraise and, for the most part, am AI.  He tanks and shoves.  I made my decision, it's now time to follow through, "I call."  He has Axo and I flop a J.  GG (I just had him covered).  

Ah - a little breathing room.  I'm not cL but I'm also not SS anymore.  We've lost two more and are now 5-handed.  Finally, just when I needed it, the poker gods pay me another visit.  I look down at a glorious Q4o.  It was the typical blind v blind battle.  I'm SB, cL (who by this point had taken a hit or two but still had me well covered) is BB.  I raise it up.  He calls.  Flop comes x7x - I shove.  If he calls, he's left with 2500 (about 1.5bbs).  He tanks.  He knows how to play this game...he tanks and tanks and tanks.

Now generally when I'm in this position, I'm in turmoil inside.  I am so competitive that I want to win everything.  It's such a huge leak because there can be no emotion in this game - you either make the best decisions you can with the information you have and chalk the outcome up to experience or you make yourself miserable with all the bad beats you're going to experience when you do get it in good and lose (which was obviously not the case here).

In that moment, I truly didn't care what happened.  Sure, I wanted him to fold because I had squatcha nada, but I knew in my heart that I'd played my A-game.

cL made an excellent call.  He had A7o.  And I turned a Q.  Down to what was effectively one big blind, (former) cL proceeded to rally over the next few orbits with some excellent holdings (Ks and As) and began what he hoped was a come back.
 
Now that I am cL, I am exerting pressure. I'm still not really getting any great cards, but whatever I have, it's doing the trick.  Finally, we're 4-handed (my friend Terry played a helluva a game but got unlucky when SB woke up with a hand against her average stack and B raise).  Former cL is still hanging at 10-15bbs. Nit/spewtard is making some raises a few times but is folding to AIs from the Guy To My Right (GTMR).  Finally, I'm B, former cL is SB and N/S is BB.  I look down at A4o and raise it up.  SB folds and N/S goes AI.  I've got him well-covered and call.  He flips up A8s.  Ugh, I'm dominated.  Until...until the flop brings me a 4.  And the turn brings me another 4.  Wheeeee!  He was so mad.

Can you imagine what those three gentlemen were thinking?  Here's a gal showing down hands like Q4, J4, A4 (seriously, those were my showdowns.  I told Terry later, the only pairs I got all night were 2s, 6s, 7s and Js and the only hands that did anything for me were the 7s) - I'm a total luckbox, right? ;-)

3-handed

Former cL and I were BvB again - he had 2bbs.  I had 94o, "I'm AI"  What am I gonna do?  Fold there?  He turns over 84o.  GG

Poor GTMR.  Important note, however: when we sat down at FT 9-handed, someone made a comment about chopping.  He and former cL both averred with much (and deserved - they are the top two on the league's leader board) confidence that they play to win. GTMR added, after expressing purposefully pointed surprise at seeing two women at a final table, "you've got to have GANAS to play this game."  So, when we're heads up and he asks me, "what do you want to do?"  I responded, "don't you want to keep playing?"  So, yeah...no, we're not going to chop, Mr. nice GuyToMyRight (with ganas).

I think we played 7 hands.  It was a very fun night.

$435 - ship it

So here's my question - do you think I "just got lucky" or do you think I played poker?  Let me have it - and be honest.  

If you've read this far, thank you!  And if you railed via twitter last night, BIG TIME thanks!  It's so fun to have a rail, even more so when it's a good night.  You guys made it truly fun-ner.

I hope you're chip stack ninja-ing it up in your own games, peeps.  Good luck at the tables, my friends.



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