The $1000 Ladies tourney was at the Bike yesterday. I did not play but as it turns out I could have if I wanted, they can't legally stop the dudes from playing a ladies tournament. Can you imagine the reaction however if I showed up in there? There are bounty tourneys, and then there would be this.
Anyway the tourney is a benefit for breast cancer, so they're giving the players and staff buttons to wear that say "save the ta-tas." Clever.
But here's what happens when you have a $1000 ladies tourney on a Saturday- no action in the cardroom. The Bike has been cranking all through Legends but this was a genuine action-killer. It might as well have been a Saturday in November.
I played the 5/10 NL as always. It's not a bad table I'm at, there seemed to be one or two semi-donks here. Very early on I decide to get show-offy with this hand:
Middle-aged Middle-Eastern guy who is very talky and jolly and likely no good at poker open min-raises from the button. He was deciding whether to limp, whether to raise bigger, and he settled on $20. This did not look like a strong-when-weak bet to me. I'm in the SB and reraise it to $100 with 77. Much to my consternation he calls. The flop is like 15 different overcards, all paint, and including an ace. I figure this had to hit him squarely so I check. He checks behind. I still think he has some of this. Turn is a 9, I check again. I'm in check/fold mode right now. Now he starts talking- "Aha, now I know you have 88!" He bets $25 into the $200 pot (not a typo). I decide between raising and calling, but know that there would be nothing more bullshit than raising here, even a bad player could smell that. So I call. River is a 6 and I bet out $150. I decided on a bet to make him confused and fold anything that isn't at least an ace. He starts openly wondering if I just made a set of sixes. He folds his JJ face up. I show him my 77 and semi-compliment him on his handreading ability, since after all 77 is no different than 88 here. But mostly I showed because this is the image I wanted the table to see.
And it did pay off a bit later when someone called me down with some crap when I had top two. Amazing how often a little bit of advertising works.
Mostly though I was hovering between even and a few hundred up. Then this beauty:
QQ on the button, and guy to my right makes it $40. He's new here but has me covered (I'm at about $2500). He looks like a guy who knows what he's doing. I flat call rather than reraise, since I don't want to build a pot preflop. We get one limper as well, so there's $120 in the pot for a
flop. Not sure yet if I like it. PF raiser bets $115. Hmmm. I gotta figure I'm way ahead or way behind here- I've either got him or he has AA/KK. No point in raising here. However, the limper comes along, which I do not like.
They both check the turn (which was
. Now I'm starting to really think that I'm ahead. Limper could have some crap like AT, PF raiser likely has nothing or a smaller pair. I would love to take the pot down now so I bet $250 into the $475 pot. Limper flat calls. PF raiser is flummoxed and folds. I'm fairly sure now that the limper has trip 7's and is gunshy about his kicker or a possible boat. He looks like he could use some Tums. If he checks the river I will check behind.
River is pure gold though -
. Ding! Two-outers rock. He checks to me, and I take a look at what he has left (about $1500) and bet $600 into the $1000 pot. Since I've got him on a 7 I figure this is about the max I can wring out of him on a paired board that also now has three to a flush. He thinks for a while and very reluctantly calls. He doesn't show his cards but by his reaction I can tell that it was the queen that killed him.
It was late anyway and after that a couple new people show up and the table starts to turn surly. Who needs that at 3AM? A loooooong debate broke out between two people about the "forward motion" rule. Just what I want to be in the middle of. And one new guy, another middle-aged Middle Eastern but this one decidedly not jolly, sits next to me with $500 in cash. Our conversation goes like this:
Me: I can change those bills if you'd like.
Asshole: Mind your own business.
Most people would say either "yes, thank you" or "no thank you" here. Most people aren't at the Bike at 3AM with a puny stack and a grudge because he's been losing his whole life. But I went home winner shortly after anyway, it was late and life's too short to deal with people like that.