My Friday night poker game was a mess...well, kind of. It was more...shitty, than expected, to say the least. Per the necessary (I said this on accident on the way home tonight and it kind of sounded good, so it's my new phrase), I'll digress to early Friday. I got out of school at 1:40. I went home, got all my stuff ready for my rugby game, and went to pick up my girlfriend. I left the house at 2:30. If you're a regular reader (rofl, all 4 posts), then you'll know that I'm having some home issues right now. My stepmother called me on my way to my girlfriend's school (she lives 30 minutes away) and asked where my game was and at what time. She informed me that she wasn't going to be there. This made me very happy, as she didn't know I was going to get Hillary and that she would be at my game. Enter rant:
My parents...are weird. Not as weird as my girlfriend's, but I'll save that for another post. When she's at my house, we can be in any room with the doors closed, lights off, they just seem to not care. However, if I'm going to Hillary's house or if we go anywhere when she's here, they give me 20 questions. They never check up on us at my house, so even if we were to have sex, why would I leave the house to go do it? They just have alot of problems, and one of those is realizing that I'm a senior and I'm going to be going to college soon. I know they don't "care about me" and are "worried I'm leaving." If you lived here, you'd understand that. Ever since I moved to Ohio from Louisiana in 7th grade, they've always been like this. I had a bedtime until 1 month into my senior year. I have to call EVERYTIME I go somewhere. It's extremely frustrating, and I hope if there's any parents out there that are reading this, don't do this to your kids. Coming from a kid, it just pisses them off. I can honestly say I've drank once in my life and I hated it. It was stupid, so I don't do it. I'm a rare breed, however. Most of my friends who have controlling parents do anything and everything to get out of the house and go drink and smoke pot. If you let your kids have fun, I promise they'll end up making the right decisions. Controlling parents lead to rebels, but hey, I'm just a kid, how could I know more than an adult.
End rant.
Anyways, we get to my game, I warm up, we win 52-0. I have a great game, having 7 assists and stealing 8 scrums, but I injured my thigh slightly in the first 5 minutes of the game after I kicked the ball and this kid ran right into my thigh. It's still a little tender, but I'll get over it. During my game, my friends kept calling my cell phone and Hillary kept answering it; they were trying to get all the details of the game straight. The game ran extra long, and I didn't get out of there until 7. It was roughly an hour drive, and poker was supposed to start at 8. So I'm driving home, and Hillary gets a phone call from her mother. Hillary forgot her cell phone in her gym bag at her house, so her mom had called my cell phone. Apparently there had been a wreck on the intersection of the 2 highways we had to deal with, and 2 people had died. Hillary's psycho-mom thought it was us and since she couldn't get a hold of Hillary, she was double-scared. It turns out Hillary's mom called my stepmom, who in turn found out that I had brought Hillary to the game. With them already pissed off at me, I thought this was the end of my free life until I go to college.
After dropping Hillary off, it took me another 30 minutes to get home. It was already 7:50, so I was definitely going to be late. Aaron called me while I was driving and informed me that 8 were already at the house, and there were 18 (?!?!?!?!) on their way. He told me I needed to bring another card table. Uber sweetness. I get home, don't bother to shower, grab a drink, make small talk with my parents to make sure I can do something, and inform them that I'm going to Jeremy's for the night. They're fine with it. I drive to Lindy's house who lives 2 minutes away from me, which is where the poker game is. Enter discussion:
I can't tell them I'm going to Lindy's house, because she's a girl. They think that for some reason I'd go to another girl's house and have sex with her or my girlfriend, which involving the former would ruin my 17 happy months with my current girlfriend and involving the latter would suggest that I'm giving my stepmom free rights to call Hillary's mom to make sure she's still at the house. WHAT ARE MY PARENTS PROBLEM? End discussion. Then, the epitome of all poker games...drama.
When I pulled up to Lindy's house, I saw alot of people in the garage. When I got to the garage, however, there were only about 8 people seated at one table. There were 4 other tables setup, with a Playstation 2 hooked up playing episodes of Chapelle's Show. Aaron was passing out chips for people and Jeremy was writing down everyone's buy-in and collecting the money. Aaron had made a nice list of everyone that has ever played poker with us/is interested in playing with us, which had their name, number, and then a column for amount of buy-in and what time they were going to leave. Enter discussion:
We've yet to establish the best way to do buy-outs in our home game. Most of us are trying to use the game as a means of income, especially me. I like to have fun, but the money is what I need at the moment. We've had an issue several times where a person would buy-out after they won a huge pot, which left the rest of us with very little left in the overall kitty to win later in the night. It's different than a casino where anyone can just jump in after someone makes a hit and run. We've been experimenting, and have come up with people say what time they absolutely have to leave, and when that time comes they can leave with that amount. However, if they leave earlier than that, they can only double their money. We argued about this for several minutes, until we finally decided that this was how it would be for the night and if things didn't work out, then we'd try something else next week. Aaron is probably always the biggest advocate of playing poker, getting the game going, etc. After everyone has all their chips, he goes inside. 6 people go sit at another table and get going. Ralston, his g/f, and I are all sitting at another table, and we're waiting. Turns out Aaron is inside cooling off as him and Ralston had been arguing all evening, so we were sitting there for 15 minutes not playing. We all joined the other table, and began playing.
I bought in with $20, but I borrowed $5 from a friend because all I had was $15 and there were several other people who had bought in with $20 and I didn't want to be left out of the loop. I sat to the left of a complete calling station. He's only played poker with us twice, but he's always shuffling a deck of cards in school and dealing himself poker hands, and he thinks he's really good. I watched him one time make a raise with 1/3 of his chips with 94o, and yet I knew he wasn't exactly bluffing. He just thought it was a good bet at the time.........He always turns over his cards with low pairs, expecting to win. He put in $20, so I was feeling very happy about being able to take his money. Sitting to my left was my best friend, but complete rock. When he bets, he has something. He knows he needs to open up his play more, but he doesn't care; he's there to have fun. So when he raises, I'm out of the hand unless I know I have the nuts, and when he bets on the river, I'm out, regardless. Overall, I wasn't too upset with the seat I had picked, and we ended up squeezing 10 people at one table. Aaron was a genius and decided to have the game outside, so that we got eaten alive by bugs and sweated due to the humidity. On top of all that, I had no ball room since we had to squeeze 10 people into the table, and I'm sure some of us guys know that when it's hot and we have no room for our package, we get feisty.
The night literally went horrible for me. I saw 33, 44, 55, 66, and 99 once a piece, the entire night. I saw KJo 4 times, and A10s once. These were, literally, the only hands I saw the entire night. And usually these got cracked. I had around $10 left when we finally moved the game inside. 3 people had already busted out, so all wasn't lost. I was just hoping to make it to late in the night when I could split. Once inside, the madness continued. I had 72s in the big blind, which was .50 at this point. There was a raise to 1.00, and there was no way I was going to call. I folded, and showed my hand to our dealer who was already out of the hand and said, that's a monster. The flop came deuce-deuce 10, rainbow. All I could do was laugh. Turn came a blank, and the river came a 7. There had been several people betting at this point, and it was roughly a $10 pot. The eventual winner had pocket 7's, and I kind of shrugged it off. Later on in the night, I had 49s UTG, and I had to fold that nonsense. Can you guess what came on the flop? If you guessed the nuts, you guess right. A full house, 499 rainbow. I wasn't on
Full Tilt (Poker) at this point, but I was approaching. I had started playing every horrible hand I got, hoping for these monster flops I kept missing out on. This was horrible poker, and my bluffs quit meaning anything and I quit trying to read people, and my stack had gotten down to about $7. I picked up Q8o in small blind, and with no raises before, I raised to 2.00. I picked up 2 callers. Flop came Jxx. Checks around. Turn came a 10, checks around. River came a 9. I checked, only to see a bet, then a raise. I called the raise, and the bettor folded. The raiser had a straight, J to 7, and I turned over my Q high straight, and he was furious. My friend then called me a river rat, which was fine, as I deserved it. I got my stack up to about $20 after that pot.
We've had a sort of problem with people continuously busting out at our game. We had a pretty decent size pot, around $170, I think. One kid who hasn't won in probably 2 months picked up $60. Another guy who rarely plays with us but is really good friends with us picked up $15 after only buying in for $5. Lastly, Mike was probably the most deserved winner. He had one good hand which got him the most money. He raised the pot, got 2 callers, and the flop came Axx. The turn came another A. He bet, got called through again. The river came a blank, and he bet again and got called again. The others had turned over their hands before he did, one person show 2 pair, the other showing a full house, and the full house started raking in the pot until Mike showed bullets for four of a kind! Mike has been playing with us for several months now, and he finally got a $42 win. I'm really glad he stuck through it. He is nowhere near making up for the amount of money he's lost, but at least now he'll be more confident, and he's a really good guy.
Now, with 3 of us left, Ralston, Aaron, and I, we decided we'd play for awhile. Ralston was up somewhere around $30, and if he lost any money he would've been put on mega tilt. He played, got tired, and when he got around $20 and wasn't about to quit, I just proposed a 3-way split since I was already starting to get tired. Aaron mulled about it somewhat, then finally decided to. Ralston took his $20, which broke him even. Aaron and I both got $20.60. Aaron had put in $16, and I had put in $20, and any money to me is a win, but Aaron was all pissed off. His car just broke down, and he's living with Lindy at the moment, and he was pissing and moaning about how he's used to winning $70 and was bitching about the buy-out rule. I don't know what to do about it. The only thing I can think of is to start earlier once the summer starts or to start organizing tournaments. Nonetheless, I had fun, but it was still a frustrating night.
I guess I have many things to learn still. I have gotten over the fact that I'm going to lose/break even some nights. I can't win every night. I suppose I tend to go on tilt when I get shitty cards, then the community gives me the nuts. It's just double frustrating when I didn't get any power hands to play all night. Another thing I'm doing wrong is when I'm trying to buy a pot, I don't raise enough. I have chastised Ralston for doing this before, and I haven't listened to my own advice. One thing I'm glad I've been doing, however, is realizing how people react to my play. Usually when we're just starting and I've had a couple of callers with me to the river, and I'm pretty sure I have everyone beat but I still want them to stay in, I bet 1.50. If everyone folds, I will sometimes show my hand if I had 3 of a kind or top 2 pair or something of the like. This in turn, leads to alot of stolen pots. I can now bet 1.50 on the river, and people are beginning to think out loud, "He usually bets 1.50 when he wants people to stay in the pot with him, so I'm not sure I should call." This works unbelievably to my advantage. I wanted to experiment more with switching up my style of play, but I didn't get a chance to. I had to play tight all night or go on tilt, one of two. Overall, though, it was an awesome night.
If I'm ranting too much, let me know. If you like hearing all this, let me know. If you want to hear more about this kind of stuff let me know; I don't mind typing out my day. E-mail me at picktownrugby2@yahoo.com, PLEASE!
At the moment, I'm listening to Nena - 99 Luft Balloons.