Friday 2/17

Golden West Casino - Friday morning NL tournament

Buy-in: $25
Rebuys: $0

At the beginning of this particular tournament, I knew I had my work cut out for me. I recognized at least 3 players at my table I would consider top-tier. As hard as I tried to stay out of their pots, I couldn't help myself. One particular hand panned out quite interestingly: I'm on the button, the cutoff raises two BB, everybody folds and I call with Q-Js. Flop comes 3-9-Q. Cut-off opens for 2 BB, I re-raise him to 5 BB, he then says "I'm sick you re-raising me, how about this!" and re-raises to 10 BB. I quickly fold my hand face up in hopes he would show me what I then put him on. Sure enough he shows me his pocket 3's. What gave this away was his outburst, I had not been involved in a hand with this player yet, so his comment made no sense to me other than try to provoke a call from me.

I build a fairly decent stack well into the 7th level. Just a lot of small ball pot scooping. I wasn't sure when my table image went from tight to loose, but players began calling me down like madmen. Which I didn't mind at first, I wasn't in a lot of pots without the strongest hand. Unfortunately this opened the floodgates for me to receive a ton of bad beats. Three in fact, all within the same level, from three different players, and all bad calls on their parts. To sum it up, here's how my last hand went down: I look down at Q's UTG. Raises to 5 BB, which is called by two other players. The board is all blanks 4-9-8. I open for about 10 BB, a giant raise, only one calls. Turn is a 6. I shove all-in and the only player left calls. He turns over J7o. Yes you heard me correctly, Jack-Seven off-suit. The river is a 10 of hearts and I am eliminated by a borderline retard.