Adrenaline and Cash

The adrenaline rush you get from winning a hand is incredible. Does that effect ever wear off? Does the amount you need to win to feel it get higher and higher as you go along? Pulling in $50... $100.. more or less, it still feels good. I could get accustomed to this. It feels better than being drunk. Better than being high. Better than cigarettes. Adrenaline! Who knew. Well, I did. It's a big reason why going on stage is so electrifying. Maybe that's it. I'll play poker more often, never drink when I play, and get healthier as I go. Poker: the road to a healthier lifestyle. Haha.

Last night, I was going to enter into a tournament, as practice for the WSOP satellite, but it was cancelled at the last minute. Instead of going home with nothing else to do, I decided to borrow some of my own money and play a 1-3 cash game at the same place. Since starting tournament play, I have adjusted my game and become a much tighter player. I also haven't been feeling like risking a lot of money because I'm trying to save it up for tournament practice. I figure I'm not going to be a great player for a while and I'm trying to lose as little money in the process of attaining that dream. But I said, "fuck it", and decided to play for the sake of having a good time and hopefully not losing too much money. I bought in for $220, which was as much as I had brought with me ($120 for the tournament and an extra $100 because I had a feeling I might need it?). I made a pact with myself that I would not drink a single drop of alcohol for the duration of my play. When my stack was dwindling down to about $75, it was really hard to keep that promise to myself (free alcohol when you're losing sounds really nice...) but I managed to do it and also managed to work my way back up. I got Ace Queen (my nemesis) under the gun and whaddyaknow, an Ace came on the flop and when the guy to my left effectively raised me the rest of my stack after I bet, I called and went all in. He had Ace Jack! Ha-ha! Thank you, Ace Queen. That double-up saved me. I played a fairly tight game for about 5 hours, managed a sick Ace high bluff all-in on the river of a pretty scary board, raking in a $100 pot or so. In the end, I was up only $70, but I'm proud of myself for making a profit! It was only the 8th time I've ever played a cash game. I might have lost $300 last week, but if I can stay sober while I play, I think I might be on the winning side of things in the long run!

Last Night's Game

Last night, I played in my fourth live tournament. I found it through a guy I met at my last tournament who I met only because of the guy that I met in Atlantic City. This is how underground poker games work. Word of mouth. Referrals. Gamblers vouching for one another on down the line. The buy in was $150. My bankroll was only at $500 but I took a chance and took out the $150 to play with. About 50 people entered the tournament, which put first place at around $2000 and second $1000. It was a bounty tournament which meant that we each had a $20 chip over our heads. Getting knocked out meant losing it, knocking someone else out meant gaining it. I liked the structure of this tournament because it seemed like my odds were better to at least get my money back, what with the bounty chips involved. The play at this place was insane. Set up in the basement of a bar, 4 or 5 fold-up tables covered up with felt. Most of the guys were just crazy gamblers, hell bent on bluffing and raising with 6 3 off-suit and the like. Honestly, they freaked me out. I played a fairly tight game which kept me out of trouble but also meant that I got a lot of respect and didn't make much money on my big hands. After about 4 hours, I was close to blinding out and knew I'd have to make a move soon. I should have pushed with my Ace Queen but instead I just raised and got called by a guy with a pair of 8s. He checked to me after he hit his set on the board, I bluffed almost half my stack (at this point, I was committed), so when he raised me, I went all in. I figured it was a better play than leaving myself with like 4 big blinds. I didn't know he had the set... but when he raised me, I should have assumed. The turn and river blanked, (I didn't hit runner runner set of queens BOO) and I was all out in 30 seconds. I feel like the biggest mistake I made in that hand was not pushing all in pre-flop. He seemed like a tighter player and I don't think he would have called me with his 8s. After I was out of the tournament there was a cash game (1-2) going and I figured I'd try to get my money back..... I went to the ATM and pulled out another $150 (leaving my bankroll at just $200) and sat down at the table. The first (seriously) hand I got was Ace Queen! I didn't win the hand. The very next hand (seriously) was Ace Queen again. Lost again. I feel like the Ace Queen is haunting me. Eerily, early in the tournament a guy sitting next to me said "I always get in trouble with Ace Queen..." Maybe I should have taken that as an omen. The guy sitting next to me at the cash table, Chris or "Cooch" also got busted out of the tournament and was pretty drunk. I watched him lose about $200 very quickly to a girl named Tanya. He didn't seem to care. "I'M A GAMBLER, BABY!"$200 must not be much to him. A few hands later, he pushed all his money into the pot in the dark (before he saw his cards) and didn't get a caller. I almost called with my King 4 but thought better of it. Glad I did, cause he showed me Aces. Lucky crazy bastard. I ended up losing most of my money and when I was down to about $40, I pushed all in with my Ace Queen again, figuring it would be a good way to go out and somehow, miraculously, I rivered a straight with the damn hand. I built my stack back up to $150 but when I turned a boat in one hand, I went all-in after I got raised on a '9 9 44' board and was called by a bigger boat. I had the 4. If I had taken the time to really think about it, I would have probably figured he had the 9, but I was kind of drunk and NOT taking time to think about anything.

Morals of the story:

1) Don't drink and play poker, people. As soon as I started to drink beer in the tournament, I was out in 30 minutes. 

2) When your tournament life is on the line or you're considering putting all your money in on a hand, take at least a minute to think about it. What could your opponent have that he is putting you to this decision? If you've been playing tight, he probably has something good. 

I think that sums it up pretty well.... Don't drink and take your TIME.

Like I said, my bankroll is down to about $200 now. I'm considering entering a WSOP satellite with the rest of the money because I'm a sucker for a good story. If I won the satellite and the second satellite final table I'd win a $10,000 ticket to the WSOP and $2,000 for expenses. If I cashed in the world series I could win tens of thousands of hundreds of dollars. I'd write a fucking book about it. I think that's already been done, but I'll write a better one.

My Third Tournament

Tonight, I played my third live tournament. I placed second. So far, I've got a pretty good track record. Thank you, Lady luck. A guy that I met in Atlantic City last week invited me to this private club in Chinatown where the buy in for the tournament was $65. Most of the tournaments in NYC that I know about are $200+ buy-ins which is why I haven't played any over the past year or so. $65 I can handle, $250... not so much. There were about 20 people who signed up and a few people re-bought in a few times over the first 3 levels which left the pot at a nice $1200. The breakdown: $700 for first, $340 for second and $160 for third.

I played a tight game for the most part, folding Ace Ten off-suit UTG (under the gun, i.e. first to act) and Queen Nine off in late position. I picked my spots carefully and managed to make it to the final table with an average stack of about 20BB. I went all-in a few times and picked up some blinds, won a race or two, knocking out a few players. It was shocking to see how many people weren't playing their short stacks appropriately, calling off half their stacks and folding, letting the blinds eat them up. I was chip-leader with 5 people left in the game, third in chips when we got 3 handed. I flopped a set of dueces against the guy who was in second place at the time and pretty much knocked him out at that point. Going into heads up, the stacks were pretty close with me having a little less than the leader. He wasn't a strong player though, I could tell, and I was pretty confident that I would win the tournament. I managed to get my stack up over his by a couple thousand chips but at this point the blinds were so high (5 thousand, 10 thousand) that that just meant I had one big blind more than him. The hand that cost me my tournament life was a pretty shitty one. The flop came King Queen Seven and I had a queen with a nine kicker. He went all in and for some dumb reason I made the call. If I had thought about it for even half a second it would have occurred to me that he wouldn't go all in without at LEAST a king, but I made the call anyway. He had King 2 off. Whoops. I was left with about 1 big blind left and that was the end of that.

Still, I cashed for $340, making a profit of $275 . Considering the fact that this was only my third live tournament to date, I guess I'm doing okay. I don't know that my tournament style of play (super conservative, super tight. I bluffed twice the whole tournament.) will hold up and win every time (especially against more aggressive players) but if my luck stays the way it's been the past two weeks and I keep getting the right cards.... who knows!

I'm definitely going back next Monday to play again. The more practice I get, the better I'll be. Eventually, entering into some bigger buy-ins and cashing for a lot more. Goodbye, debt woes! Hello, poker money.