The game itself was good. We played six-handed most of the night, and although I came home $10 down, I may have played one of my best games ever. And that’s with even with the handicap of winning a fairly good-sized pot with the first hand I was dealt. When Steve led out on the flop, I knew he had the K, but the bet was small enough for me to call with second pair (Qs) and backdoor FD. Fuck Phil called too, and when the 7 paired on the turn, I knew that FP had trip 7s. It was an easy fold. I also knew just the right sized bet to bring R, the nittiest of nits, to the river, twice. And when I turned the wheel against Mike who had flopped the wheel, I knew that when the board paired on the river I might be able to blow him off of the chop. It didn’t work, but it took him five minutes to work through the rum haze to call. I lost $10 solely because my late position draws didn’t come while those of others did.
This was the last live game I’ll play before going to Las Vegas in a little over two weeks. I went tonight with the sole purpose of practicing reads, tells, and bet sizing. Granted, I know their game inside and out, yet I do hope that some of what I have learned playing them will help. I know that Las Vegas will be different. I’ve been there before and know that the pool of players is bigger and more diverse. Yet, I’m going with another group of friends, some with whom I have been playing poker longer than my pals at R’s. I have reads on many of them as well, but you know what? Just like with R’s game, I’m looking forward more to the laughs and good time than their money. But that doesn’t mean I’m not bringing my A game.