I woke up at 4:00 a.m. E.S.T. and could not sleep. My sleep pattern was disrupted from events that transpired not this night but the night before. After reading all about the upcoming draft, by 7:21 a.m. I decided to write about my Thursday night poker transgressions.
Eight of us showed up for our weekly cash poker at D.T.’s house. I took $1,400, which I couldn’t afford to lose. I bought in for $300. We played two rounds of no limit Texas Hold ’em, followed by a round of Omaha 8 pot limit, and kept that up all night. I had crappy cards early, and got felted early. I bought in for another $300, lost most of that, padded up for another $200, lost all that, and lost track of how much cash I had left.
I looked in my bank envelope around 10:00 p.m. and was surprised that there was only $300 left, so I quickly bought in for all that. Things got worse. By 11:00 p.m. I had lost it all. No groceries this week, kids, I sadly thought to myself. At least the wine and pizza were “free” at D.T.’s house.
I lost all my chips, and had no money left. The A.T.M. is just down the street, but my bank account was tapped out. “D.T., am I going home?” Our host sometimes but not always will put the regulars “on the finger.” No vig, but you have to pay it back the next week, or risk losing the privilege. He looked at his records, saw how much I was in for (he won’t lend to those who come short-stacked to begin with), and said he could lend me as high as $500. I asked for it all at once.
A few hands later, playing hold ’em, I had A4 suited, and flopped the nut flush draw with 579, two of my same suit. So naturally I raised $100. (We play $5-$5 blinds, but usually somebody raises so there was already probably $100 or more preflop.) J.B. to my left raised me $300! I was thinking, “oh, crap, I have a great draw, but I don’t want to risk all my money on a draw (roughly 36% to hit). Then somebody past him (Jesus?) raised all in! “Oh, crap,” I thought to myself. Now I had to push all in myself. That extra money made the draw worth it. My entire night was resting on a draw. I pushed all in, and so did J.B. There was roughly $1,800 bucks in there that I could win.
J.B. it turns out had flopped a set of 7s, and the other guy had flopped the nuts– a straight to the 9. I had to hit my suit and it could not pair the board (or J.B. would have quads or a full boat). The turn was a blank. I was down to less than 18%. The river gave me the nut flush! I stood up, raised my arms in exultation, and yelled “Yesssssssssss!”
The other two guys just groaned. “Oh, sorry,” I said, “but I needed that one.” I was back in business! Continue reading