Hey poker fans! I know it’s been a while since the last blog; I’ve got to get back in the habit of blogging, regardless of how badly I play. Ah, and speaking of which, I had a horrible night Wednesday night at Johnny Joe’s. Now mind you this is a free-roll game filled with Donkeys galore, but getting beat is getting beat.
While the blinds were still early – 10 and 20 – a guy they call Kamikaze throws in a bet of 100. “Hmm, ok; 9’s, 10’s, maybe even Jacks.” I peek to find Ace – King suited. “Let’s make it 200”, I said. Kamikaze insta-calls. “Huh? You’re not going away?” I thought to myself. The flop comes out 7, 5, 2 – only one more of my suit. No help to me, and more than likely he’s still got top pair. Do I try to chase him away and if he calls pray for an Ace or King, or worse yet hope for runner-runner clubs? So I did – I threw in another 200, as a “GO AWAY” message. “Call” he replies. UGH! The turn came out, no help at all, still a low card. So I check, to stop the hemorrhaging of chips being thrown after a thus-far losing hand. The river comes and still no help, not even anything that I could bluff him off of his moderately-high pocket pair. Blasted! He turns over 9’s – so much for big slick!
Now for those that know me, I have a propensity for playing Ace-rag (some people even called me playing A-10 as Ace-rag, but reminder: they ARE connectors – lol). Later that game, I get Ace – Jack suited. This time, the old fellow we all refer to as Pappy throws in 130 pre-flop. Again, hoping to sift out whether he just wants to buy the pot or not, double the bet and throw in 260. Pappy has been known to do that from time to time – in fact he won several hands earlier by dumping a bunch into the pot only to turn over seven-deuce when everyone else folded. So I figured what the heck, I’ll give it a shot. The flop comes out King, 8, 6, again none of my suit. He bets another 260. “Hmmm, do you really have that King? Ok, I’m all in.”
Yikes! What am I thinking??? Pappy turns over King-Ten, and says “ok, show me your aces.” Nope, I could only show one Ace and HOPE! Ah, but sweet vindication on the turn when another Ace pops up, and the table erupts in a loud “woah!” So the chant inside my head turned to “no king, no ten! No king, no ten!” As the dealer flipped over the river card, the table again erupts in a “woah”, only this time my eyes were filled with horror as I stared directly at a King on the river. UGH! Pappy gives me a fist bump and says “it’s a game of the river” – man, isn’t that the truth.
As I get up to leave the table (after my abbreviated play), the chap sitting directly to my right said “see, the better hand prevailed after all.” Huh? “Whatchu talkin’ ‘bout, Willis?” I’m sorry, but the last time I checked A-J beats K-10. I didn’t even bother – two bad kicks and on 40 minutes playing, it’s just time to leave – lol!
So my question to you, poker fans: In the first situation (assuming the exact same circumstances), do you chase him away after the river card by betting huge or do you submit and take your beating, only to live to play another hand? Leave your comments in the comments section…



