As you may have guessed from the title, the rest of the day didn't go quite so well and I was looking for the exit by the dinner break.
I started out with a pretty good table. No big name pros and your regular assortment of loose and tight passives.
I found myself with about 3,800 from the 4,500 starting stack when Brandon Cantu showed up about a half hour late.
With the blinds 25/50 he raises it up from early position to 150. I make it 500 on the button with queens and he calls.
The flop comes Q♠ 3♥ 6♥ and he checks; I bet 750 and he insta pots it. I ship the rest of my stack in and he makes the call and shows ... 6♦ 4♦.
Confusing to say the least.
I hold for the double and he busts with a pair and a gutter next hand.
I'm not quite sure I understand his play. We had literally zero history, but hey to each their own. He's made a lot more than I have in this game.
I continued to chip up and had about 20k after turning a set in a three-way raised pot, successfully stacking the fish at the table.
I won some more without showdown and had around 24k when my first big bluff came up.
A new guy comes to the table with around 19k. With the blinds 75/150, he opens to 500 from the hi-jack and I flat in the cut-off with 5-7o.
The flop comes T♦ 3♦ 4♠ and he checks. I semi-bluff my gutter figuring he's going to fold A-K, A-Q and whatever random other hand he has.
He makes the call and the turn comes an offsuit 9.
He checks again and at this point I feel he has something like 6-6, a weak ten, or some other pot-control hand.
I fire another 2k and he tanks before making the call.
The river comes J♦ and he agonizes and checks, so I fire 4.5k and he super tanks before folding.
He later tells me he had QQ and had I known that I probably wouldn't have tried so hard to make him fold. But the cards came out right so I had no choice ;)
Shortly after that hand the table breaks and I'm moved to a new, not-so-great one with my 34kish stack.
Sorel Mizzi, Michael Binger, and Todd "Dan Druff" Witteles are all at my new digs but my seat is fairly decent with both Druff and Binger on my right and Mizzi short stacked four to my left.
Two hands into my stay at the new table and one minute before break, my undoing starts.
A player in the cut-off raises to 600 at 100/200 and a guy on the button calls. The small blind folds. I look down at 3♥ 6♥ and elect to three-bet.
I felt because I was new to the table I would be given a ton of respect as they hadn't seen me splashing around yet. Also, it was the last hand before break and more often than not everyone is more than happy to just muck and go have a smoke.
This time however, they both call my 2k re-raise and I resign myself to check-folding pretty much every flop.
That is of course until it comes down K♥ 3♠ 4♥ and I flop bottom pair plus a flush draw.
With 14 outs vs one pair I have no choice but to c-bet 4k. The original raiser folds and the button shoves all in for around 17k.
I obv call with my massive draw and he shows A♣ K♣.
I brick and the massive pot is shipped to the guy I soon realize is a massive fish (I mean just call twice with Aks? What was your first clue?)
From there I pretty much went card dead and any time I had a steal-worthy hand the pot was raised and usually re-raised in front. I dwindle till I get JJ in vs. AA for 25bb and fail to suckout.
Oh well GG me. In hindsight, and had I known that the button was a massive station, I never would have made that re-steal vs. someone that never folds.
But given the circumstances and the information I had at the time, I thought it was perfectly fine and I did end up getting it in flipping.
Poker just didn't co-operate.
Had I binked a heart or one of my other outs I would have almost certainly had the chip lead and would have been cruising with 45k+.
But hey, what can you do? I'll be back at it tomorrow with the $1,500 Shootout so give me a sweat at www.twitter.com/danielskolovy.