I got no heart, and my impulse is of course to raise Smiley when he bets it, but this time I just call. I wanna see what the guy in between us gonna do. I been watching him, trying to get a handle on his play, but so far I got nothing. Anyway, he just calls.
Turn is the Queen of Diamonds, Smiley bets again, and I fold. Yes, you read that right. If you are surprised, just imagine how I felt! I mean, who lays down Kings in that spot?
Shouldn't I more likely be raising? I couldn't believe it either, and can't really explain it, but I just knew I was beat. Turned out Smiley got called down to the river, and turned out Smiley had flopped a set of Jacks.
So I felt like I played those Kings crazy good, or maybe just crazy, but certainly instinct had served me well, and I felt good about it, until a little later when I found Two Cowboys in the pocket again. This time I was a complete and total moron, and did everything wrong.
First off, I thought I was open-raising from middle position, but turned out UTG had already raised, and somehow I didn't see that, so I inadvertently just called him. What an asshole!
Then, when the flop came with an Ace, and another Ace on the turn, I was still so rattled by my pre-flop fuckup that, well, look, let me just take the fifth on this one, and decline to further describe play of the hand, on the grounds that I
Later I had pocket Deuces in the Big Blind, it's raised and re-raised before me, and if I call it will be four way action, and is likely to get capped behind me. Should I call? Would you call? I didn't. I don't think I could call there with pocket nines, although with 99 I might occasionally cap it in that spot, depending on where those first couple raises came from.
Anyway, I folded my Deuces, and it did get capped, and of course the flop came a Deuce, and another Deuce on the turn, and at that moment the Monte Carlo for 2222 was $499. Oh well.
Route 66
Pocket Sixes in late position, and I get trapped for a 4 bet cap, but six way action. No problem. Thanh, Hagen, Hung, me, Han, and Mr. "You Got It." Let there be flop.
And behold there was flop, and it came 984, with two clubs. One bet, no raise, and everyone did call.
5 on the turn, still two clubs, and now two diamonds also. Check, bet, call, fold, I call, fold, and Thanh checkraises. Well, shit, what she got? I have last action on the raise.
Gutshot draw, big pot, but with two possible flush draws out there too. I'm not liking it much.
All along I've been counting bets, and thinking probabilities. All along I've felt like I just barely had good enough odds to be putting in all those chips. Well, almost. If you don't count the possible flush that could kill my gutshot, if they both come in together. And how could I have ignored how anyone with Jack Ten will completely ruin my day if my 7 does come in, and how that officially makes me a dumbass for still even being in this hand.
But screw all that. I'm calling. Until now I've just been involved in this pot, but now I am committed.
Q: What is the exact difference between involvement and commitment?
A: This is best illustrated by a breakfast of bacon and eggs. The chicken is merely involved, but the pig is demonstrably and irrevocably committed. Any questions?
And in this pot, yes, I am committed, just like that pig. Come on 7. Gimme a 7. Daddy need a 7. And hopefully NOT the Club, nor even the Diamond.
Surprise! River is the 6 of Spades. OK, fine. Plan B. Thanh bets, Hagen calls, and I *really* want to raise, even with that scary board.
Yes, Thanh could have a set of Nines or Eights. And a Seven in anyone's hand makes them a straight. I still think my surprise 666 is best, and even say so, out loud, that I wanna raise, but how dumb I'll feel if I'm wrong. So I just call.
Thanh turns over 85, two pair, so I do feel a little dumb, but get over it quickly, showdown my set, and stack the chips.
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