Ahoi!
Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 12:28 am
Just experienced a massive bout of nothing more than pure fortune from playing ultra aggressive... oh and like a complete idiot. Feels good for once playing like a tool and cleaning up big 
So then... been a little on the antsy side all night and playing out of my zone. Comes from being a little peeved at work and wanting to blow some steam -- note... I WISH this was a regular occurance but it's normally on the other foot. Anyway... a few bourbons and I'm playing some very darn aggressive poker, overly so, at an unamed place with no defined sums. <-- for all the purists. Yes. A little tipsy and WAY out of my means.
I rack up 69 off (No puns... I just thought of them then) and I've already decided that I'm playing it hard. 2nd to act and, lo and behold, I raise something spaz... 6x the BB. Mind you, I've been doing this all night and I get two callers and one min raiser and I'm already doubting what I've done. The raiser has been on to me most of the night and, about 50% of the time, raised me on my marginal hands... not that this counts -- AND to make it worse, he/she has had the better hand most of the time. I think about it for quite some time debating whether or not I should continue with the mindset. Instinct tells me to throw it away now but the booze is whispering in my ear (As a crazy mexican for Pete and Garth) 'Doooooo eeeeeiiiiit.' Well. Who am I to argue? I go all in for an undescribed amount trying my hardest to feign a mad hand given my raise. Mind you my total was less than everyone elses remaining. Not by much but enough. EVERYONE that had put in called and I'm already slapping my head on the desk. Flop... 9 A J - Rainbow. ALL in from the first bettor and when the next goes all in over the top I 'know' I'm dead.
The others fold and the cards come up... AJ Hearts, AK off. 9 on the turn. 6 on the river just to rub it in. Let's just say that I'm one ridiculously happy chappy
Nods.
So then... been a little on the antsy side all night and playing out of my zone. Comes from being a little peeved at work and wanting to blow some steam -- note... I WISH this was a regular occurance but it's normally on the other foot. Anyway... a few bourbons and I'm playing some very darn aggressive poker, overly so, at an unamed place with no defined sums. <-- for all the purists. Yes. A little tipsy and WAY out of my means.
I rack up 69 off (No puns... I just thought of them then) and I've already decided that I'm playing it hard. 2nd to act and, lo and behold, I raise something spaz... 6x the BB. Mind you, I've been doing this all night and I get two callers and one min raiser and I'm already doubting what I've done. The raiser has been on to me most of the night and, about 50% of the time, raised me on my marginal hands... not that this counts -- AND to make it worse, he/she has had the better hand most of the time. I think about it for quite some time debating whether or not I should continue with the mindset. Instinct tells me to throw it away now but the booze is whispering in my ear (As a crazy mexican for Pete and Garth) 'Doooooo eeeeeiiiiit.' Well. Who am I to argue? I go all in for an undescribed amount trying my hardest to feign a mad hand given my raise. Mind you my total was less than everyone elses remaining. Not by much but enough. EVERYONE that had put in called and I'm already slapping my head on the desk. Flop... 9 A J - Rainbow. ALL in from the first bettor and when the next goes all in over the top I 'know' I'm dead.
The others fold and the cards come up... AJ Hearts, AK off. 9 on the turn. 6 on the river just to rub it in. Let's just say that I'm one ridiculously happy chappy
Nods.