Wednesday, January 27, 2010

It's not Losing that Hurts

It's losing by my own hand that gets me.  The cards aren't always going to be dealt in my favor, but I always have the power to play them right.

I started off the night playing in a single table satellite for the Viejas Classic. The structure was a little faster than I would have liked but I decided to play anyway.  No score but no sweat. I played aggressive and took chances which is what I needed to do.

It was at the cash tables that I disappointed myself.  I found myself seated at a weak tight table with a few nitty regulars and couple of passive short stacks. I should have just enjoyed running over the table all night stealing pot after pot, but I left myself in overdrive too long and went straight off a cliff. Every time I added a  chips to my stack I would just turn and give it back.

First I raised a short stack all in when I flopped top pair. He called and I knew instantly he had an overpair, he wouldn't have taken that line and then called with anything less; and I had to ask myself why then would I raise in the first place. Calling and then check folding the turn would've given me all of the information I needed. Later I flopped bottom pair + FD and turned a gutshot straight draw to go with it. A reg offered to check it down but I decided to bet and put pressure on him anyway. He called of course with the ace I knew he had. Funny thing is if he had never said anything I would have checked behind, I knew I was drawing. I just didn't like the insinuation that I should play the hand the way he wanted to. I missed and my ego cost me a free draw.

Then AK cost me a few hundred twice in one round. The first time I was all in with it preflop and lost to two pair. I got it in as a favorite but it didn't hold. I hate playing the preflop game when I feel like I have a read on the table but there's no sense crying about it on the river. By then the decision has been made. The second time with AK I reraised and got called by a nit. He check called a baby flop and then led a blank on the turn. I put him on a pocket pair and thought about raising to represent aces or kings but didn't know if he hit a set and wasn't sure if he'd be good enough to fold if he didn't. What I did know was that I was beat and folded. He claimed tens and I believe him.

At this point I was a little on tilt. My stack bounced up and down as I played few rounds before finding AA in the big blind. I raised it up over a few limpers and got called. I overplayed the hand on a dangerous board and found myself facing an all in on the river from the same nit as before. I check raised him on the flop, he smooth called and then checked behind when a possible straight hit the turn. The board paired on the river and he shoved. I put him on a full house right there and regretted that I had made the pot so large. I was geting 4 to 1 to call and decided I had to find out if I was wrong. I was wrong, but aces are no good against quads and I shipped it to him. He was the type who you know has it when he bets, but I paid him anyway. That's when I knew it was time to leave.