I sat at an empty seat at a $2/$5 No-Limit table and grabbed a rack of chips. The session started off ridiculously slow. I literally didn't have a single hand worth limping for close to an hour.
Any time I felt like raising a hand, such as 7♠ 9♠, there would be a raise and a re-raise ahead of me. No big deal, just wait it out I thought.
The first real hand I get dealt is A♦ K♦ in the cut-off. I make a standard-ish opening raise to $30 and everyone folds.
A few hands later I'm dealt K♠ Q♠ in middle position. I make the same opening raise and get called by the button. The flop comes 7♦ 4♣ 10♥.
I've literally played three hands all night, including the one I posted at the start. My image is beyond tight, and this guy had been at the table for hours, clearly not a donkey.
I bet out $45 as a c-bet. He thinks for a bit then calls.
At this point I've decided that he has nothing. Maybe a pocket pair or a weak 10. Even if he has ace-ten, I figure I can make him fold, not to mention I probably have three, if not six outs.
My read is that he only called the flop to try and take the pot away from me on the turn. The turn falls the 2♣, and I check. He bets $75 and I raise him to $175.
He thinks for a while then calls again. I still think my read is strong here, and decide to push any river that isn't a club or an ace. The river comes 4♥ and I move all-in for around $300 and change.
Without too much delay, he calls and shows A♥ K♣. Ok, so this guy can read my soul: got it.
I rebuy and go back to playing tight. I get dealt two or three premium hands, each time stealing the blinds and limps with my raise.
At this point, I'm starting to get a little frustrated (if you've read the articles on lopping off your C game, you'll know that I should have walked away at this point).
A new guy comes to the table, sits down and posts. I'm dealt 5♣ 6♣ on the button and decide to raise. The new guy's the only caller.
He's new to the table and he hasn't seen me get snapped off on a bluff. I figure he can't have any predetermined reads. The flop comes 8♥ 6♦ 4♠.
He checks, I bet $45 and he calls. Now he could have flopped the straight, but with the five in my hand, the odds are small. Chances are he has one pair and just thinks I'm c-betting.
The turn brings the K♥ and he checks.
I figure that he can put lots of kings in my raise/c-ret range, and this is a perfect bluff card. He had bought in short, so I put him all-in for $180. He snap calls and turns over 10♣ 8♦.
Here I am, having my soul read in the only two pots I've played all night. Either:
A) I'm really bad at poker
B) Everyone at this table is unreal good
C) I'm bleeding tells like a mofo
D) It's just not my day.
Regardless of which choice it is, there's nothing left for me to do other than get up and walk out. Luckily, when this kind of crap goes down in Vegas, you have one hell of a city to go find another way to entertain yourself.
Regardless of who you are, or how solid your game is, there are times when shit's just not going to work out as you'd like. When everything you do goes down in flames, something is wrong.
Instead of trying to fix it and turn the session around, just walk away. Come back fresh tomorrow.
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