Since I’ve last blogged. I’ve actually played poker. Live poker. Twice, in fact.
Now the last time I’d played previously was in October at the Bike and I reported this to you here. I didn’t return, and if you read that post you’ll understand why. I especially hated the use of porta-potties instead of the virtually brand new restrooms they had just inside the facility. Then colder weather came, and then the state put us back in total lockdown early in December for a few months. They closed card rooms, indoor dining and they even banned outdoor dining.
Sometime earlier this year, not sure when, they opened up a bit. Outdoor dining was allowed, then even the card rooms could open for outdoor gaming. I resisted going back because of the cooler weather and because I didn’t like the restroom situation. However, L.A. county did finally ok indoor dining (25% capacity), at which time I saw The Bike promoting the fact that they were now offering indoor dining in a couple of their eateries. I assumed that meant the inside restrooms would be open. Perhaps it was worth a trip down there.
So three weeks ago, on a Saturday, I went down to the Bike. I was right, you could now enter the building to either eat or use the facilities, but the main purpose of the Bike, to play games of skill and chance, was still relegated to outside.
One new thing was that you had to have your ID scanned in order to enter the property. I assume that they want to track everyone who was there in case they get some kind of COVID outbreak. (In case you have forgotten, I received my second vaccination in early March, see here).
It was a fine day weather wise and the outdoor nature of the game was not an issue on this day. I used the PokerAtlas app to get on the waiting list and didn’t have to wait too long for them to open a new game for me and seven other alleged poker players.
It was my usual game, 2/3 NLH, $100-$300. The tables were filled with plexiglass, and it seemed to me that there was more plexiglass than I remembered. The tables were 8-handed, and sitting in one of the two center seats, across for the dealer, seemed cramped. Oh, I had plenty of legroom, but both my arms were butted up against the side plexiglass for my spot pretty much the whole time. I had heard that during the original lockdown, the Bike had ordered new, larger tables to accommodate social distancing. Still, I was cramped, eight-handed.
Masks are required at all times, this is a statewide mandate. Masks are required whenever you leave your house, inside and out. Technically, I am not allowed to walk the few yards to my mailbox without wearing a mask. And you are not allowed to eat, or drink, at the table. Can’t even have a capped water bottle that you keep closed and sip occasionally. That is strictly against the rules. Again, this is a government mandate, not the Bike’s.
One thing I will say, playing poker in these conditions is a lot less fun than pre-COVID. Between the masks and the plexiglass, conversation is virtually non-existent. One of the reasons I switched to poker from table games long, long ago was that poker was such a social game. And it’s conversations at the poker table that result in my best blog stories. No more. In two sessions, virtually no one said a word. And it was very difficult to hear anyone, especially the dealers, most of whom had heavy duty masks and face shields. I had to be very careful to make sure I totally understood what the dealer was saying before acting.
Once I started playing, I felt rather rusty. It had been so long since I’d played regularly that I forgot how to play to some degree. Of course I knew the rules, I just didn’t feel I had the right strategy or the right at-the-ready experience for any situation that might come up. I can hear some of you saying, “he never knew how to play anyway!”
I was card dead, which because of my rustiness, was fine by me. I wanted to get back into it gradually and the garbage hands I was chucking hand after hand made that easy to do.
At the end, it seemed like I only played two hands, the only two pocket pairs I got. One was Aces and one was Kings. I won with one and lost with the other. If you need me to tell you which is which, then this must be your first time reading the blog. But I think I suffered because of inexperience. Well, inexperience with the Aces. Maybe I just was spooked by the dreaded pocket Kings. I guess it’s still me, rusty or not.
I had played nearly an hour and probably hadn’t played any hands but the blinds. I got two Aces and a guy in front of me raised to $11. I made it $28 and it folded back to the original raiser, who made it $54. I didn’t think too much (dumb), I just took a $100 stack of reds and put it out there next to my $28. I should have raised more. This time he just called.
Like the time I played in October, this wasn’t the typical Bike game I recalled from when I played there regularly years back. There was no wild action. It was actually nitty. No one was out of line. So when he four-bet me, I was sure he had a real premium hand. Like pocket Kings. Maybe Queens. Or Ace-King. Nothing else. Especially since this guy had been at the table as long as I had and he probably saw that my three-bet was my first raise, and really, my first voluntary bet of any kind. He had to know I had a big hand.
So when the flop was King-high, dry and rainbow, I panicked. I assumed he had just hit a set of Kings. Well, I didn’t assume it but I was sure worried about it. When he checked I worried he was setting a trap, so I checked behind. A brick on the turn and again, it went check, check. Same thing on the river. My lack of recent playing experience cost me. Of course I should have realized he wouldn’t play a set of Kings like that. Maybe he’d check the flop, but he’d come out firing on the turn. I needed more practice.
I said, “I guess you don’t have Kings?” as I showed my Aces. He hesitated for a bit and then showed his pocket Jacks quickly before mucking them.
I’d like to think if I’d been playing poker regularly for the past year I would have played that better, and maybe gotten some more money from him. On the other hand, he might not have called any bets with that King out there, the same King that freaked me out.
The only other time I raised was a bit later when I got the pocket Kings myself in early position. I opened to $15 (which was actually on the high side for this table, that’s how unBikelike it was). I had two callers. The flop was Jack-high, I bet $25, one caller. The turn was another Jack. I checked. He bet $55.
It was me. It was pocket Kings. It was my first poker session in over five months. I couldn’t shake the feeling he had a Jack. A Jack was certainly in his range, right? Ace-Jack, King-Jack, etc? I didn’t trust any other read I could come up with, so I folded. I think it is most likely I made a bad fold, but I’ll never know. Again, I couldn’t remember how to play, but I could remember how many times Kings have cost me dearly. Oh well.
I really couldn’t play longer than two hours. I find it even more annoying wearing a mask while sitting down and playing poker than I do when I am shopping at Walmarts. Also, the lack of water was really tough on me. I have a dry mouth problem, I can’t go that long without some liquid. I had smuggled in a couple of tiny bottles of water but I would have had to have left the area, with my jacket, in order to get to it. I just cashed out and drank one of the bottles of water on the long hike to my car.
I was able to book a $75 win thanks to those Aces, at least.
Two Saturdays later, just the other day, I returned to the Bike. I had noticed they were now offering indoor gaming. L.A. county had progressed to where indoor dining was now up to 50% capacity, not 25%, and this meant that card rooms could have some indoor tables, if they were properly spaced out. I assumed that there was no way there would be room for all of the Bike’s games inside, and that it would be a mix of indoor and outdoor. I assumed the tables games, where they make their big bucks, would be the first allowed indoors, followed by the huge buy-in poker games. My crummy little 2/3 game would be the last to get inside.
So imagine my surprise when I got there and the outdoor area where I had played just two weeks ago had been turned back into the driveway for the valet parking. Yes, all the games were now inside, including all the poker. Now, some of the outside areas that were now deserted looked like they could still be used for gaming if they got super-busy, but basically, the Bike is like it was pre-lockdown. The tables were a little farther apart, but not really all that much. I’m sure their setup had to be blessed by the county health officials, who of course, always know what they are doing. Of course, there was still no eating/drinking at the table, all of which still had plexiglass. Masks of course were still mandatory.
Now it happened that the weather this Saturday was particularly picture perfect, even by Southern California standards. Playing outside this day would have been pretty damn nice. Still, it was good to see the progress we are making that we could play poker inside, like civilized human beings.
One thing that seemed to be worse inside than outside was the plexiglass. The fluorescent lighting indoors reflected horribly off the plexiglass, making it even harder to see. I was sitting next to the dealer, normally a great seat from me to see from, and had trouble reading the board. Another player on the other side of the table had to constantly ask the dealer to read the board to him, and sometimes she slid the cards right in front of him. And this guy was a lot younger than me, and wasn’t even wearing glasses (though I suppose he might have had contact lenses).
I was a little less card dead this session, but that didn’t work out to my benefit. Won a small pot with Ace-9 off in the big blind. I opened to $15 with Ace-Queen suited from UTG+1 but didn’t get a call.
Then I ran up against a guy who reminded me of Mr. Subliminal. He probably didn’t look anything like Mr. S, but I never remember what Mr. S looks like when I do run into him, and for some reason that was the first thing that came to mind when I saw this guy.
I guess out of boredom I limped with Ace-5 of hearts. It was 4 or 5 way. The flop was Queen-Jack-10, one heart. With a gutshot and the back door flush draw, I called Not Mr. Subliminal’s bet of $20, we were heads up. No bet on the turn, a brick. Another brick on the river, he bet $20. I honestly thought my Ace might be good, he had made a few other river bets (that didn’t get called) that I suspected might be bluffs. Ace-high is a bluff catcher, right? I called but he showed me a 10.
Then the hand that really stuck in my craw, against the same guy. I had pocket Queens UTG and made it $15. Only this guy called. The flop was 10-9-3, rainbow. I led out for $25, and after thinking for a bit, he went all-in! He had over $220 and I had him covered, but barely. I tanked.
It wasn’t a draw heavy board. Would he play a set that way? I didn’t think so, that would be bad play. I mean, I hadn’t played like a guy who would raise with Queen-Jack under the gun. He might have had the draw himself, I suppose, and was making a semi-bluff. One way or the other, I felt I was probably ahead. He couldn’t play a set that badly, could he? Well, I never convinced myself that he could have, but I couldn’t convince myself that he didn’t have a set, either. Would he play two pair like that? Maybe? Anyway, again, I will blame my rustiness, but I just couldn’t find the call in me. I folded. Pretty sure I made a bad fold, but I’ll never know.
Inside, I was able to last a full two and a half hours with the damn mask and no water, but I had to call it a day down $125. But I suspect I’ll start spending more and more Saturday afternoons playing some poker, our government lords and masters willing.
