Day 2 - Vegas

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There is nothing amazing about coming to Vegas and staying at a shite-hole and being away from your family and trying to get your head right and putting down good money for good structured tournaments and playing poorly and busting out. There is absolutely nothing note worthy about any of that.

So far, that's about all this trip's consisted of. Really poor play in the two events I've entered.

Heading to the Rio to settle down and take another stab. Telling myself that's why I come early, to get acclimated and get my mind right and telling myself to calm the heck down.

Now, let's try again, shall we?

Get it together, girl.

The World Series of Poker - A Seat to the Main Event

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Not the tourney I played in

Last Saturday, I played in a large live MTT here in town. It was large in size and large in price, which I don't really want to tell you about because it isn't in my bankroll. But...there it is. Top prize was, of course, a seat into the ME. With the number of players, the prize pool was such that the entire final table (9-handed) would chop and each get a ME seat.

The structure was good, lots of chips to start and long levels. The catch that I wasn't aware of until I walked in the door was that it was a rebuy. I like rebuys, but my rule is that I can't rebuy (including the add-on) more than 5 times. And here, the initial buy-in was really outside my BR. So, I had to make a decision.

Looking around the room, I saw (a) lots of money and (b) lots of serious players. One player final tabled the ME the year Moneymaker won. Another has over $3M in online MTT cashes. Another was a guy I'd met in Vegas during the series last year. I remembered him because we'd played together in a Golden Nugget deepstacks event, which he went on to final table and chop for first.

Those were only the guys I knew a little something about. The rest, I think it's safe to assume, also knew their way around a poker table.

Armed with this knowledge, I probably should've just grabbed a drink and railed my friend David for awhile. This, however, did not happen.

Instead, I made a decision to play. I would buy-in, immediately do 1 re-buy, and then do the add on. If I couldn't last til the rebuy period ended, I'd walk away. And so that's what I did (bought in, got the rebuy, made it to rebuy break and added on).

If you've played in a rebuy tourney with people who have more money than God, then you likely know how things went. I played like a stone cold nit and most everyone around me was rebuying like maniacs. In fact, I would not be lying if I said that after the rebuy period ended, 60% of the chips in play in the entire tournament were sitting at my table. Not in front me, unfortunately, but after the add-on, I was sitting comfortably with 60bbs and felt really good, both with how I was playing and with how I felt I measured up with the opponents at my table. Sidenote, I think there were about 75-80 players and only two of us were women. (sad face)

Things settled down, somewhat, after the rebuy period ended, but not much. I didn't have too many entanglements of note and after a few orbits, I was in good shape with about 50 bbs.

I was surprised at the amount of limping and splashing around still occurring, but I just tried to bide my time. Two seats to my left, one man (apparently the Shah of Iran) had re-bought 11 times, not including the add-on. In other words, he spent three quarters of a Main Event buyin just playing this tournament. I will admit that he did get unlucky on two of his all-ins; however, he was mainly playing the loose aggro style that is common during the rebuy period in many of the $11 online ribeyes.

I fared well with AKs, Qs, and a few trash hands. I don't really think I'm a nit, but this day, I was pretty darn tight. Finally, sitting on ~45bbs, I'm sitting in CO. Blinds are 500/1000, still no antes. UTG former cL, who's decimated his stack in the previous hand by taking on the only other cL at the table, is obviously steaming. He limps in, his nemesis (now true cL of the entire tournament sitting immediately on his left) calls behind...and so it goes, limp, limp, I limp with Ts, BU folds, and Shah of Iran raises.

When it gets back to me, there is 11,500 in the pot and I'm getting about 2-1 to call. As soon as it folds back to me I say "all-in" and move my stack toward the dealer. Based on his play during the previous few hours, I felt that his raise from SB was likely a squeeze with two overs, but I didn't think he had even a pair, much less Js or better. Plus I was really trying to apply pressure - if he called and lost, he was out of the tournament.

He grimaced, but thought for less than 30 seconds and called with AJo - the mortal nuts, you know. At this point, I'm a 57% favorite. (do you guys think 57-42 is a coinflip? What constitutes a coinflip? Maybe this was a classic, I don't know).

At any rate, I had a momentary sense of calm as I saw a T in the window as the dealer fanned out the cards, but it was soon dashed when the K and Q came along for the ride.

Dude was ecstatic and not shy about sharing his opinion about the "coinflip."

Crippled, I was out a short time later and had a lot of time to think about my play that day and that hand in particular. I was sure sorry not to have taken down that pot, but I really think I'd play it the same way against that opponent in those circumstances, in a heartbeat. I'd also welcome your thoughts about the hand/play, as well. You've got to win those to run deep, and I was playing for a seat. So...that's poker.

There were a lot of great things to come out of that day for me. I got to see some old poker buddies I hadn't seen in awhile. That in turn opened up some doors to some games in town I was previously unaware of. It also gave me a boost of confidence. I felt good about my play and I believe I held my own against some really good (and some not so good) players. I outlasted my friend David and my friend who'd won the GN event last year. I did not, however, trade any hands with the former ME final table-r. He was running good that day, 4 people all in during rebuy period: As, Ks, Qs, 7c5c. His As held.

Last, but not least, I met a fella who's interested in helping me with some of that deliberate practice I've been going on and on about here in the blog. We're meeting next week and I'm beyond excited.

So, all total, I put a dent in my bankroll. Maybe I'm kidding myself about my play that day and about some of the rewards I felt I got in return for playing this particular tournament, but I don't really feel bad about the dent. I feel excited and positive and as though I'm right where I'm supposed to be.

I'm so excited about the Vegas trip in June. Yes, I want to win. But what I want to do more than a.n.y.t.h.i.n.g. is play great poker. Because sooner or later, I'm going to win.

I'll keep you posted about the training. Have a great weekend and keep doing your best.

[Edit - not real sure why I sound like such an ass in this post, when describing my poker play. Overcompensation, I guess....]

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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