"Now there's a man with an open mind - you can feel the breeze from here!"
I played Mondays At the Hoy last night.
I played really. . . um. Well, 'skillfully' does not spring to mind. 'Badly' seems to apply.
That isn't entirely fair. Except for one hand, I did all right. Of course, that one hand sent me home in 16th place out of 19 runners for no good reason.
In late position I called a standard raise from the most excellent slb with KQs. Mistake #1.
Ace-high flop, two spades. Approximately pot-size bet from slb. Hmmm.
A reasonable man might fold here. Apparently, I am not a reasonable man.
So, I decided to try to go ahead and push him off his Top pair (my read) by re-raising x3. Mistake #2.
There's a difference, I find, between having TP and TPTK, and that is the difference I ran into.
Slb didn't wait long before pushing the rest of his chips with big slick. Of course, I didn't wait long before calling, even though I'd have still had plenty of chips to play with if I laid it down. Why? Oh, I don't know. Adventure outweighed common sense? I didn't want to be a short stack? It is better to die young and pretty than old and rich? I was feeling it?
The real answer: I had already decided to take this one all the way if I had to before slb even bet. Just wanted to, I guess. Mistake #3.
That's weird. I'm looking through all three volumes of Harington On Hold 'Em, and I don't find his 'Because I Wanted To" chapter.
Anyway, I made a questionable call, followed by brick-brick. Good night.
It's really a change in atmospheric pressure, going from a dead-money fest MTT to a smaller game where everybody is skilled and likely to jam with 72 offsuit. You can get the bends trying to adjust your play. That's my excuse for the old hee-haw, anyway.
No matter. Even if they are horendously -EV, I love those blogger tournaments.
Everybody can spell.