Wow, what a joy it was to look at my dashboard this morning and see my man Hoyazo just chop for 51k. Like, unreal. For all the time that he is in awe over other fellow bloggers just ripping the WSOP, he goes out and SHITS on the Venetian. Like, I've had a big fucking smile on all morning long.
I haven't talked about poker recently, but I've been on quite a killing. Up over 500 already this summer. Not sure when to move up in stakes, but it's amazing what running good does to your head. I feel like I can beat anyone, which obviously is not the case. I still make some big key mistakes.
One for example: It was a 5 dolla 45-man and I had AQ in the hijack pos and raise to 3.5x because of a limper and get min raised by the co. Uh oh. This was as I was 6-tabling so I don't have too much time to either vomit over what he has or think about what decision I have to make. However, obviously an inkling that a donk is playing his KK or AA. Flop comes Q22. Nice. Real Sexy. Pot is 900 and this guy leads out for whole pot. At this time, all my previous thoughts of already being beat go out the window and I rr AI (me being an aggro mofo) and run into AA. This, I feel, could be a situation I could have avoided, arguably. I think his range of hands here definitely includes hands I crush (after the flop), but if I were playing AA on that flop, I would definitely lead out for the pot as well and pray the guy has AQ. I think JJ is definitely in his range, but 99 and 1010 hell no because why would they minraise my ass with a set mining hand? So i think KK AA AK and even AQ are all more likely hhands that this guy is holding. Looking at the actualy hand history, I still had 2200 behind even after the 900. If I was actually thinking coherently for a change, I could have just flatted since I was in position and possibly made the laydown on the turn. This definitely is a sign that 6-tabling still is not bread and butter. This all being said in retrospect.
Lastly, Capital Grille was phucking phenomenal. When I made the reservation, they asked if this was for some special occasion. This dinner celebrated a bunch of different things, but most currently I said my birthday. So when we finally sat down, every waiter that friggin walked by my table said happy birthday as well as our table having those colored happy birthday little metallic thingies all over the place. This place does it big. I got the big-time sirloin (recommended by father OES) and the gf got the filet mignon (as predicted). It was really cool, cutting into a piece of steak and knowing that my skillz at the table provided me the opportunity to live large for a night.
I hope everyone that read this epicly long post didn't die of boredom and makes it through another work week!
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I think I'll make it to Tuesday...
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