Moss St. Crew
Chuck and I play in this tournament at a local club called Tsunami's. They play four nights a week there with a $25 buy-in and rebuys plus an addon. There are ususally four to six tables to get the whole thing started. Lately the tables have began to shrink a little, because I believe that all of the "fish" cannot afford to lose any more money at this crazy poker game. Therefore, this tournament has turned out to be the sharks eating the sharks. But you know what I say...a shark is just a big damn "fish."
One thing I have tried to put a lot of effort into at the poker table is reading the other players. It doesn't take long to figure out at Tsunami's who is stealing blinds, who is playing tight, and who doesn't know what the hell is going on. The blinds in this tournament do go up at a steep rate, so I have always found it necessary to keep my stack up with the blinds. It helps in later stages of the tournament when the blinds eat other people up.
Last night we were down to about 11 players, playing shorthanded at two different tables. I feel like I have good control over my table, and have a good read on the other players. The guy to my left doesn't know what is really happening, and he is tight. Next over is a skilled player capable of making moves with junk cards, and he has a healthy stack. Next is TREE, another skilled player who knows how to make moves with all kinds of hands. The next player is, just like the guy to my left, a little uncomfortable at the table. The main thing about this guy is that he wore his cards on his face. Sad face means bad cards, happy face means good cards...seriously.
At the time I have around $3500 in chips...not dominant, but not bad either. I am in the, keep my blinds and take other peoples' blinds mode. I am in the small blind, making the big blind the "fish" to my left and the button the "fish" to my right. The two best players at the table fold, and the button raised double the blinds. I looked down at my cards and I saw 2/5 offsuit. This hand is known as the Dead Luka. It is a terrible hand at best. I call his punk-ass raise and begin to watch him closely. The super tight player to my left folds. Of course I am not expecting to hit much with my flop, but I decide if I see him give me that sad face after the flop, I am going to put a big bet in no matter what.
The flop comes J/6/9 rainbow. I look at this guy, and he seriously doesn't look too happy about the flop. He can't stop staring at it, and I think it missed him hard. I put out a bet of $900. With my $900 the pot is now $2900. My bet could have been stronger, but I felt that if he did miss it, a half the pot size bet would get him away. He thinks and thinks and thinks, and finally states, "call." That hurt my feelings a little bit. Based on how long it took for him to make his call I decided that he must be on a draw, or he hit that 9 giving him middle pair.
The turn comes out and it is a 3...a total brick that couldn't have helped him. The board now shows J/9/6/3 rainbow. Again, he stares at the flop, and just looks like he doesn't want me to bet. With a $2900 pot at stake, I decide to go all-in for an additional $1700 making the pot $4600. He didn't like this at all. He literally sat there and thought about it for three or four minutes. He just didn't know what to do. I felt like he was really just going to give it up. I started thinking that I was the man. I would have totally put a move on a guy that I pegged early in the tournament with total junk cards. Remember, I am playing 2/5 offsuit. Instead of me being the man, he calls my all-in. That kinda stunk for me.
He turns over his cards to reveal 10/10. That makes total sense. he missed the flop in the sense that the J came out. It was a great call on his part. I didn't feel terrible about my move. I was excited to make a move on a guy with junk cards, and almost pull it off.
The river card comes out exposing a....the suspense builds....4! The board now shows J/9/6/3/4...with my 2/5 that gives me 2-3-4-5-6, or the nut straight. I had four outs in that deck and I hit it...for once in my life I hit the improbable out when all of my chips were on the line. Four lousey outs. The pot was around $6300 when it was all said and done. It gave me a more than comfortable stack at the final table, and I rode that to a 2nd place finish worth $370. Not bad for a $25 buy-in. I didn't rebuy or addon, so I consider that to be a great night of poker...all thanks to the Dead Luka.
It was a great hand, but I had others last night as well. I also hit quads twice last night, but decided that my impossible victory was a better story to tell. I am going back tonight to try and make mo' money.
Dave