Tilted out of my mind from a previous session, I decided to visit the Hustler Casino.
So I walk to the cash poker room to get a seat at the 200NL game, when I hear an announcement: “$150 buy in tournament, there’s a huge overlay, $3000 guaranteed.” I ask the floor-man about it. Sure enough, they don’t have enough people, so essentially they’re juicing up the pot with a few hundred extra dollars, only 2 tables. Haven’t played a tourney in years, but I say fu** it, scoop out the rest of the money in my pocket and give it to the tournament director.
Wish I could remember all my hands. I only remember some. Started with 25K in chips…
Outlasted 9 players and made it to the final table when I got my first big hand.
My AK v 66, won 50K pot.
My JJ v AdJd, my stack now up to 115K.
My TT v unknown hand, 2k 4k blinds, I open EP to 10K, guy two seats behind me raises to 25K with 70K total. I think about folding or shoving, those are my first two instincts. Folding, more leaning towards folding, I can find a better spot. I decide in my head that I can call and see a low flop to ship, if he has an over pair then it was just meant to be but there are many AK AQ type hands in his range as well.
Sure enough, flop comes 7 high. I shove 90K into a pot of 50K. He folds, and later tells me he had two big cards, if I raised AIPF he would have called. I’m happy with the outcome.
So I walk to the cash poker room to get a seat at the 200NL game, when I hear an announcement: “$150 buy in tournament, there’s a huge overlay, $3000 guaranteed.” I ask the floor-man about it. Sure enough, they don’t have enough people, so essentially they’re juicing up the pot with a few hundred extra dollars, only 2 tables. Haven’t played a tourney in years, but I say fu** it, scoop out the rest of the money in my pocket and give it to the tournament director.
Wish I could remember all my hands. I only remember some. Started with 25K in chips…
Outlasted 9 players and made it to the final table when I got my first big hand.
My AK v 66, won 50K pot.
My JJ v AdJd, my stack now up to 115K.
My TT v unknown hand, 2k 4k blinds, I open EP to 10K, guy two seats behind me raises to 25K with 70K total. I think about folding or shoving, those are my first two instincts. Folding, more leaning towards folding, I can find a better spot. I decide in my head that I can call and see a low flop to ship, if he has an over pair then it was just meant to be but there are many AK AQ type hands in his range as well.
Sure enough, flop comes 7 high. I shove 90K into a pot of 50K. He folds, and later tells me he had two big cards, if I raised AIPF he would have called. I’m happy with the outcome.
So those were my biggest hands. With 7 players or so, the whole table was pushing for an equal chop so $430 per person, when I was the huge chip leader by far, 180K chips out of 500K chips in play. (more than 1/3rd of chips.)
I tell the table the truth, I’m stuck quite a bit for my last cash session, so NO. The whole table makes me out to be the villain. I’m almost certain I’m the best player at the table, even though it is a shove fest in another blind level or so.
We knock out one extra guy, and the table pushes for a chop again. I bow down a bit, and say instead of taking the $1350, I’ll take 1K, and the rest can chop the pot evenly or whatever. They sound mega butthurt. Especially this one black guy who is the shortest stack. Everyone’s like rolling their eyes and scoffing and sh**. Okay, I say no chop again. I’m most definitely fine to play it out.
There’s a break on the clock. Someone suggests that we just do it by percentages, $3000 by the percentage of chips you have. My portion was approx $930. I say “I’d still rather play it out,” bc I’m a sure shot for first place. All guys scoff again. Like the a**hole I am, I say “no chop then.” A lot of the guys are older gentleman, and I believe they’re tired as it’s midnight, so my edge is even higher.
One older white gentleman pushes for everyone to give up $15 bucks off their winnings to donate to me so I can hit $1000. I say that I’m okay with it as it would cover my losses for the day. Everyone agrees. Bang, done deal.
My ugly claws holding $1000 worth of Hustler chips.
#diggingday
I tell the table the truth, I’m stuck quite a bit for my last cash session, so NO. The whole table makes me out to be the villain. I’m almost certain I’m the best player at the table, even though it is a shove fest in another blind level or so.
We knock out one extra guy, and the table pushes for a chop again. I bow down a bit, and say instead of taking the $1350, I’ll take 1K, and the rest can chop the pot evenly or whatever. They sound mega butthurt. Especially this one black guy who is the shortest stack. Everyone’s like rolling their eyes and scoffing and sh**. Okay, I say no chop again. I’m most definitely fine to play it out.
There’s a break on the clock. Someone suggests that we just do it by percentages, $3000 by the percentage of chips you have. My portion was approx $930. I say “I’d still rather play it out,” bc I’m a sure shot for first place. All guys scoff again. Like the a**hole I am, I say “no chop then.” A lot of the guys are older gentleman, and I believe they’re tired as it’s midnight, so my edge is even higher.
One older white gentleman pushes for everyone to give up $15 bucks off their winnings to donate to me so I can hit $1000. I say that I’m okay with it as it would cover my losses for the day. Everyone agrees. Bang, done deal.
My ugly claws holding $1000 worth of Hustler chips.
#diggingday