I Suck At Live Poker
Apologies for the lack of content these last couple weeks. We're in the process of moving into a new place, which has meant sporadic internet access, and I've been all kinds of busy with other stuff too. I should have an ADSL line as well as much more free time after this week, and I plan to update a lot more frequently then.
So I finally made it to the Prague Poker Classic last night. This was actually my third attempt, having arrived last week to find the tournament was full. I don't really have anything but good things to say about the place, though I covered most of that in my last post. The venue is in a great location, close to the centre but on a peaceful street overlooking the river. The setup is very professional, as are the dealers. The beer is free, and they attract a laidback young crowd, I suspect largely comprised of students. My only real complaint is the advance registration process. I sent an SMS to the number provided, which apparently worked because my name was on the list when I got there, but I tried calling and texting all day to get some kind of confirmation and I got no response at all.
Monday nights is the 200kc double rebuy, which is a very low buyin - my beer tab would probably come to about that. I sat down with 1500 chips and rebought to 3000 straightaway, and was amazed to see only one other guy at my table do the same. That's normally a strong fish indicator, but the standard of play was actually pretty good - most of the guys were young LAG internet players who showed zero fear of flips and worse to stack up, so it's a mystery to me. Since I mainly play 08 I haven't followed NL MTT strategy for quite a while, so I suppose there could be some new wisdom on this I don't know about, but if so I can't imagine what it could be.
I arrived about an hour early, had a few beers and hung out upstairs. The tournament kicked off at 8, and I was basically card dead until the break. I don't need much to play during a rebuy period, but I wasn't getting interesting speculative hands either, just Q2, T4 etc. There was one vaguely interesting spot where I picked up a pot defending my BB against a mid position raise with J9x. Blinds were 75/150, he makes it 350, flop comes 4h5h6h and he fires out 600. I think he will have a hard time calling a raise against my table image with at least a heart, so I double and he folds. I feel like the min raise is about right regardless, as it's probably the strongest looking bet I could make, but I chose it also with my stack in mind, as had he played back I would have been reduced to 1450 and eligible to rebuy.
The very next hand someone min raises from early position, and with 4 callers I tag along with 8d4d from the SB. The flop comes AxQd2d with two diamonds, and three guys, all of whom have me covered, push all in. This is a ridiculous situation, and it does cross my mind that with three other players shoving on that board there is a reasonable possibility my flush draw isn't unique, but I'm getting such a good price there isn't really much to think about, so I call pretty quickly. They turn over AK, AQ, and Kd2d, and I'm pretty much drawing dead. I double rebuy, fold my way to the break a few minutes later, and take the 3000 add-on (this time everyone else does as well).
After the break blinds are 300/150 and I have 6000, and the table remains as aggressive as it was during the rebuy period. I limp connectors and low pairs a couple of times and the board blanks with betting behind me, and I'm down to 4500ish. 20 minutes or so after the break. I feel like I have a pretty nittish image, so I decide I need to steal a few pots if I'm going to get paid later. I make the decision to open the next hand that's folded to me with any two, and like clockwork half the table folds to me in midposition - only I don't have any two, I have JJ. I want to preface what follows by saying I think this is about the worst I have ever played a NLHE hand. It's truly remarkable how perfectly badly I played every single street.
SO I OPEN LIMP WITH JACKS. My logic, insofar as it went, is that the guy on the BB (who was the best player on the table) was raising out limpers quite frequently, and if he didn't, probably someone else behind me would on this table - but mainly I just had such a well-formed plan to play a trash hand here that I spazzed when I got a real hand and didn't know what to do, and being scared of a timing tell, threw in a quick call. Naturally all four guys behind me call, the BB doesn't raise, and I see a five-way pot with jacks. Flop comes 334, and the BB bets 1200, a little under the pot. Everyone folds to me, so I call - I don't love my hand here, but I'm not convinced he'd bet trips with 4 guys behind him.
The turn is a Q, which he checks. At which point I should be thankful I get to check behind, since either he has the trips and sticks around, or he doesn't and I'm not getting any value - but no, I bet 2000. I still don't know what my thought process was with this bet. I think I probably just wanted to find out straightaway where I was to put myself out of my misery, because I was so acutely aware that because of my preflop mistake he actually can have a 3. He instashoves, and I only have 1200 chips left - enter final mistake. On first glance it seems like I'm getting huge odds to call this, 1200 to win 10000. With the odds of spiking a jack thrown in there he only has to be bluffing a small fraction of the time for me to pick up equity from this call. But realistically, what can he possibly have that I beat? Essentially nothing. People do turn over completely bizarre hands from time to time, so I can't quite assign 0%, but this is about as close as it comes. Naturally I call, and he has 83. Obviously I didn't want to bust, but mainly I was just massively embarassed at how badly I had played the hand. Which is probably why I did make that last call - just so I could walk away.
I had a good night though on the most part, and hopefully next time I run into the guys that were on my table I can use the donkish image I have cultivated to my advantage. I got to hang out with Johann, a French guy who lived next door to us in our last place, who I first met when he randomly knocked on our door one night to say he was playing an online poker tournament, and his internet had crapped out, and could he use ours - naturally I sympathised! I also got to hang out with Miro, our new landlord, who is a very nice guy and a dramatic upgrade from out last landlord. He not only plays poker, but has a very natural poker IQ, loves to analyse hands, and understands the long-term skill aspect of the game. In the past I have never been able to tell my landlords that I get a large chunk of my income from poker, for fear they might think me a degenerate gambler and a delinquent rent threat, and it's a real relief to be able to be upfront about all of that. So all in all a good night, and I'll probably play again this Monday.

