This post follows on the one directly below. Now, I imagine that these are not "big" hands by the standards of most folks, but I figured I'd just tell the story and let you decide.
Some time after my $5/10NL disaster--in which I think I was nearly a 60% favorite, but that kind of talk is just sour grapes--I tried playing $2/4NL while I was visiting family in Sioux Falls, South Dakota for Christmas.
A little preface. My family is truly a gambling family. As a child, I remember going nowhere--except to casinos. My parents like to tell a story about how they decided to "switch things up" by taking us--me and my brother and sister--out to Yosemite and booking a cabin, where I almost immediately started eating the dirt floor and they basically said, "Fuck it, if they're already eating dirt in the living room, we're going back home."
So . . . aside from Yosemite, for fifteen minutes, we went to casinos.
Another time, we headed out to John Ascuaga's Nugget in Reno during a school vacation, and while I was playing Galaga or Joust I got nabbed by a truant officer--his badge dropping in front of my eyes while I played my game--who was sure I was avoiding school. I told him the truth, and he called bullshit, as cops tend to do, those skeptical, suspicious bitches. A quick page of my parents left us waiting for my mother, who informed the officers that in California we had vacation a week earlier than the Nevada kids. The best part of this story? The truant officer gave me a quarter for the game he wasted.
I guess my point is that vacation for me as a child translated into a roll of quarters in the casino's video game room.
So I'm visiting my family in Sioux Falls. We had just gone out to the casino. We came home and naturally I fired up some poker tables. But for some reason I decided to play much higher than normal, so I bought in for $400 at a $2/4 NL full ring game.
And I was quickly awarded with AA. (I had come up from Colorado to visit my parents, so naturally I called them over.)
A player directly to my right made a standard raise. I obviously threebet his monkey ass. It folded around to him, and he called.
The flop came A K x. My parents had already begun to celebrate.
He checked, I bet, and he raised very small, and I thought, Oh, snizzzzzap, or something like that, and called. Somebody--probably my father--grabbed my shoulder.
The turn was a blank, and he led out for a hefty chunk of his stack--at which point the hand on my shoulder gripped me tighter--so obviously I shoved. And he snapcalled.
Blank on the river and he showed KK.
And my parents erupted in jubilation. Near Christmas. So that's my happiest gambling story.
Some time after my $5/10NL disaster--in which I think I was nearly a 60% favorite, but that kind of talk is just sour grapes--I tried playing $2/4NL while I was visiting family in Sioux Falls, South Dakota for Christmas.
A little preface. My family is truly a gambling family. As a child, I remember going nowhere--except to casinos. My parents like to tell a story about how they decided to "switch things up" by taking us--me and my brother and sister--out to Yosemite and booking a cabin, where I almost immediately started eating the dirt floor and they basically said, "Fuck it, if they're already eating dirt in the living room, we're going back home."
So . . . aside from Yosemite, for fifteen minutes, we went to casinos.
Another time, we headed out to John Ascuaga's Nugget in Reno during a school vacation, and while I was playing Galaga or Joust I got nabbed by a truant officer--his badge dropping in front of my eyes while I played my game--who was sure I was avoiding school. I told him the truth, and he called bullshit, as cops tend to do, those skeptical, suspicious bitches. A quick page of my parents left us waiting for my mother, who informed the officers that in California we had vacation a week earlier than the Nevada kids. The best part of this story? The truant officer gave me a quarter for the game he wasted.
I guess my point is that vacation for me as a child translated into a roll of quarters in the casino's video game room.
So I'm visiting my family in Sioux Falls. We had just gone out to the casino. We came home and naturally I fired up some poker tables. But for some reason I decided to play much higher than normal, so I bought in for $400 at a $2/4 NL full ring game.
And I was quickly awarded with AA. (I had come up from Colorado to visit my parents, so naturally I called them over.)
A player directly to my right made a standard raise. I obviously threebet his monkey ass. It folded around to him, and he called.
The flop came A K x. My parents had already begun to celebrate.
He checked, I bet, and he raised very small, and I thought, Oh, snizzzzzap, or something like that, and called. Somebody--probably my father--grabbed my shoulder.
The turn was a blank, and he led out for a hefty chunk of his stack--at which point the hand on my shoulder gripped me tighter--so obviously I shoved. And he snapcalled.
Blank on the river and he showed KK.
And my parents erupted in jubilation. Near Christmas. So that's my happiest gambling story.
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