Live session

Was a funny one. No 2/5 games running at the Horseshoe so I played 1/3 with my friend. He's a recreational player who played in the past homegames (and was one of the better players there, not saying much). He knows the basics and is a pretty solid player in general. First hour or so was boring, no hands for either of us.

One hand where I limp/called with 44, it was probably like 6 way to the flop. 4T9dd, sb donks $25 into a large pot, I flat, PFR jams his short stack in ($75), retard behind makes it $140, Button tanks forever and folds, SB tanks as well and folds, I jam and win vs. AA and AT.

I win a pot where I iso-99, guy limp calls. Flop Q94hh. he checks, I bet, he c/raises I call. Turn 4x, he checks and I check. River 2x he checks, I bet large and he calls with KK. Probably misplayed this one, should have made a small bet on the turn I think. He was getting super frustrated with me and I thought he'd play back/continue his bluff or what have you.

I played pretty loose, limping and opening a ton. I overlimp 98o otb, bb made it like $10 or something, everyone calls. Flop 934r bb bets $15, everyone calls. turn 8, bb checks, MP bets $35, LP calls $35, I make it $115 and they all fold. Gay.

Another funny hand where I open K4o in LP, bb calls. he has a decent stack. flop J43r he check/miniraises me. I laugh and call. turn Qx he bets $16 and I raise to $75 or something and he folds.

So by this time I have probably a $950 stack or so. My friend that I came with (and staked) was also running sick hot, winning with sets and an overpair, probably up to about the same amount. This one douche 2 seats from me starts laughing and talking about how we have huge stacks, seems intimidated by the money. He nurses his $70 stack and continues to talk about how the nearby 5/10NL game is gigantic money. (should have played this game, I didn't have enough to play though).

So I open A7hh, get a bunch of callers. Flop KK9ss I bet and this douche calls. Turn Kx he checks, I jam for alot of reasons (putting his remainder $40 in). He sits for about a minute, mulling it over. Finally he puts his head to the sky in pain and closes his eyes, eventually sighing and saying "it's time to gamble I guess". He flips over KQ and points at me, cackling like a hyena with sweat protruding from his brow. He continues to cackle while dragging in the pot and says "THANKS MAN!".

I didn't really know how to handle this. I'm generally a pretty good natured human being and fairly easy going. I told him "that's a pretty fucking dick move man. If I actually had a hand I would have been really pissed." he continues to laugh, I think he was just incredibly ignorant on basic casino ettiquette. I shake my head and say "I'm coming for you..."

THE VERY NEXT HAND AFTER- He opens UTG with his fresh new $175 stack or whatever. I look down at Q4cc and call from the BB, saying "I'm on tilt now."

flop 479ss I check and call a bet.

turn Qx BAM. I check, he bets, I shove. He thinks again and eventually calls with QUEEN FUCKING QUEEN. HE AGAIN LAUGHS AT ME AS HE DRAGS THE POT IN. "THANKS FOR THE MONEY BROTHER!" At this point I don't even know what to say. As he drags the money in, he gets up, claims "that's all the luck for me" and walks off with my money.

Now, as I said, I'm pretty good natured usually. And it was 1/3, I was there to have fun. But jesus christ. I was about to lose it on this guy. Everyone around the table were shaking their heads, talking about what a d-bag this freak was. I probably paid for his next meth binge so maybe he can OD and die in a grease fire. That'd be funny.

So I continue to grind my stack up, my friend who I was staking built his stack up to $1k+. I lose a race with 76hh on 78Qhh board to KxQx which was no fun. Oh well. I finish up a few hundred and take a few hundred from the stake from my friend, netting like $500 or something idiotic like that. I also met another friend of mine who I intially met on the online tables (we both had locations of 'omaha' and talked online frequently). He was owning the 5/10 game when I saw, making a few questionable plays (cold calling a rr with 96cc with 80bbs...) but fortunately luck was on his side when I left.

Most likely the last live session I have for a while. Probably won't be coming back to Omaha during the school year. I also found out that the cable installers AREN'T installing internet (old hag that I talked to was too senile to file it I guess) so they said the latest they could come was the 28th of August. A week without internet is pretty bad, especially with school being here. My roommate bitched to them though and I think we are going to self install it, so hopefully that will be resolved.

Anyways, LOL live poker. fuck that meth addict who ran away with my money. Hope you're enjoying your trailer rent for the next few months.