A trip within a trip
When is a trip report not a trip report? Maybe when poker
wasn’t the reason for the trip but you end up with a good poker story anyway.
The purpose of the trip was to attend my son’s wedding, and
by attend I mean I was officiating the service as a newly ordained member of
the Universal Life Church. I wrote the service myself and I can say without a
doubt, I nailed it.
As it’s my son of 26 years and the most important thing in
my life, I was able to add a personal touch that can’t be reached by the
average officiate. But I digress; that’s not a poker story. If the blog was
called “Teaching Science and Officiating Marriages,” it would go on…
After the rehearsal dinner I walked into the poker room at
the Blue Chip Casino in Michigan City Indiana with about ninety minutes to play
before I needed to attend to other duties. We were staying in the attached
hotel at the Blue Chip and I’d grabbed a few hundreds from my poker stash, but
didn’t really think I’d have time to play.
I bought in for a stack of red and a stack of white; only $120
because I was going to play tight and just relax and have a little fun, maybe
even win a few dollars.
Starting chips: $120
Then things got interesting. After fifteen minutes I had a
sense at how poorly the players were playing. Seats one and two were taken by
muscle-bound construction types who had come together. They had unlit cigars in
their mouths and they had come to gamble. They played almost every hand. If the
pot was raised, they were in. Seat three was that nondescript middle aged guy
that knew the rules but wasn’t going to mix things up too much. Seat four was
the loser; a calling station who was bleeding chips at an astronomical rate. My
brother, an average poker player but good gambler, had joined me and was in
seat five. I was in seat seven bracketed by the local rocks, seat nine was a
good, young player and seat ten was the mirror image of seat three, easy to
forget. He would have made a good assassin.
I won exactly three hands in the hour I played before I
cashed out.
Hand number one: I joined a pot with AQ, pushed all but the
rock to my right off the hand when the fourth club hit after a queen high flop.
I checked the river and took down a nice pot with my queens. The rock was
chasing a straight and correctly read that I didn’t have the flush. It was a
nice read, but he definitely didn’t have pot odds to chase.
Chips: $195
Hand number two: The next hand I look down at AK under the
gun and toss out two white chips just to call. I was playing tight, right? Oops….
I had been holding red chips and had just raised the pot to $10. Nobody
believed me and suddenly we have five to the flop! The flop was A84 with two
clubs. I said again I was sorry and bet half the pot, $25. Seat two calls.
The turn was a second 8. I check and Cigar Man #2 bets $40.
I already have $35 in the pot. I was going to play tight but
now I might be playing for most of my stack. He either had an 8 or an ace. If
he had an 8 I was drawing dead...
I thought for a bit and then decided it didn’t matter how I
WAS going to play, I was in a hand and had to play it like any hand I play. If
he got lucky he got lucky but I should be ahead here. I call.
The river is a blank and I check to him. I’m relieved to
hear him say, “I hope you’re not showboating ace king,” as he turns over ace
queen. Sorry…
Chips: $305
Hand number three: I’m having a good night. I’m almost out
of time to play and I’m up almost $200. Not a bad evening.
“All-in in the dark.”
“I call in the dark.”
WTF???
Seat four is down to his last $27 and has pushed in before
the cards are dealt. Cigar Man #1 calls dark. The cards come out and I look
down to see two sweet aces.
It folds to me and I think “I’m having a good night. I’m
almost out of time to play and I’m up almost $200. Not a bad evening.” I’ll
just pick up the dead money and go home a winner. Even If I lose to Mr. All-in
In The Dark, I’ll still win a couple bucks, so I push all-in.
Cigar Man #1 calls!
I flip over my aces, the cards come out, he mucks.
Chips: $598
Not a bad “trip.”
posted by Terry "mrreed" Reed | 4:59 AM
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