Friday, December 14, 2012

The Meaning of "Three"

The title of the this blog post is a take off on a recent post by pkrdlr (-S) .  His post was called “The Meaning of Two” and was about a poker player who didn’t seem to understand the meaning of the number two.  But the actual inspiration, as it were, for this post was a recent post by Poker Grump, about a couple of errors—one his own—in putting chips out for a bet.  He actually caught himself making an illegal string bet, and then another player accidentally made a raise he didn’t intend by putting out the wrong color chips.  This is just another lesson in making your intentions clear when you make a bet (see my previous posts, here and here.)
That reminded me of a strange goof and subsequent ruling from the floor at the recent AVP XVII Meet & Tournament at the Stratoshpere that I wrote about in my previous post.  The hand I’m about to describe happened a level before the killer hand I blogged about last time. 
With the blinds at 100/200, no ante, a woman under the gun raised 3X the big blind to 600.  Surprisingly, she got a ton of callers.  That hadn’t been the way the table had been running, but apparently a lot of people liked their hand.  Five people called, including me, but I’ll get to my part of this later.  Thus the pot was $3600 when the flop came out. It was a low, uncoordinated flop, the highest card was a 9, I believe. 
The preflop bettor was first to act and put out a $5,000 chip and said, “Three.”
The dealer announced a bet of $3,000.  Then he thought about it for a second.  Was the bet $3,000 or $300?  I’m not sure if he questioned the woman or the woman saw the dealer mentally struggling with this, but she immediately clarified that she meant $3,000.  It was obvious to everyone she meant to bet $3,000, for a couple of reasons.
For one thing, the pot was already $3,600.  A bet of only $300 would have been a rather ridiculously small bet to have made at that point.
Further, the woman had smaller chips than the $5,000 chip that could have been used to make a $300 hundred bet.  She couldn’t have made a $3,000 bet unless she used the one $5,000 chip in her possession, but she had several $100 chips and a $500 chip that she could have used to make a $300 bet.
Still, she hadn’t made her intentions clear by only say “3” and not “3,000.”  And since the level had a big blind of $200, a $300 bet was a perfectly legal bet to make. 
The woman of course insisted she meant $3k, but the dealer stopped the action and called the floor.  The floor came over and heard the story, and ruled that the bet was only $300.  I believe the rule is that, when the intentions of the bettor aren’t 100% clear, the smallest legitimate bet is the one that is accepted.  It’s sort of the flip side of the “single chip” rule.  If, for instance, someone had bet $500 before her, and she had put out the $5000 chip without saying anything, that would be considered a call, not a raise.  If she just said “raise” and didn’t clarify, it would be considered the smallest raise allowed (in this case, another $500 to $1000).  Beginners get confused on this a lot. 
This woman was no beginner, she just didn’t realize that in that particular situation, just saying “three” was  not sufficient.  In most cases, it would be.  If the blinds had been bigger, too big for a $300 bet at that level, there would have been no problem.  And it’s very unusual to see so many people in a raised pot in a No Limit tournament.  But even if she had only gotten one caller, she would have, in all likelihood, made a bet of more than $300 if she wanted to bet.
Anyway, the ruling stood that she made only a $300 bet.  Of course, calling $300 with the pot that large, everyone called.  Any overpair, any overcards, even the weakest draw was getting good odds to call.
As soon as the turn card hit, whatever it was, she announced all in and got one caller.  The rest of us folded.  She had pocket Queens, and the other player had pocket Jacks.  The river missed both of them, as had the other cards, and the guy with the Jacks was crippled.  He shoved light a few hands later, and busted out.  I only point that out because in his place came the guy who refused to bet his pocket Kings, the guy who was the subject of my previous post. 
Now I mentioned that I called her preflop raise of $600.  I guess I should amplify on that.  Originally, I wasn’t planning on telling this story on the blog, because I was really trying to forget it—it was poor play on my part, and I didn’t want to fess up to it.  But in hindsight, I find it interesting enough to talk about.  I just don’t want anyone to think that I have tilt issues, or that I am refusing to take accountability for my bad play.
On that hand, just like the woman who first raised. I had pocket Queens. Yeah.  Of course, I didn’t know that she had the other two Queens at the time.  I was in late position, so there were already five people willing to see a flop for $600 by the time it got to me.  Wow.  I had no idea what to do there, I admit.  I suppose a big three bet would have been the right move.  But raising that pot would have meant putting a lot of chips out there.  My gut reaction was that with so many paying that price (and it had not been a crazy aggro table), at least one of them had a bigger pocket pair than mine. 
As an aside, I find it odd how many times I’ve seen hands where multiple people have pocket pairs, sometimes big pocket pairs.  I vividly recall two such incidents from my limit days.  Once, there were four of us with big pocket pairs, and my Jacks were in fourth place.  Another time, I had Queens, one person had Jacks, one person had Kings and two—yes two–players had pocket Aces.  In both those hands, the pots got ridiculously huge for a low limit game.  I don’t remember who won the first hand (but it wasn’t me) but I recall the second hand was taken by the guy with Kings when he was the only one to hit his set. 
So I didn’t really think my Queens were good there.  I think I should have folded or shoved there (preflop), but I just called, hoping for a set that I had no chance of hitting.  I really put the preflop raiser on Kings or Aces when she a)wanted to bet $3000 and then b)shoved on the turn.
Anyway, if anyone cares to offer a thought as to how I should have played my Queens, feel free to comment.  And if you think the ruling about “the meaning of three” was in error, let me hear that, too.

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

The Donkey That Burned My Ass

Recently I blogged about a totally donk move made by a player in a tournament that saved my tournament life.  If not for his absolutely bone-headed move, I would have (and should have) been eliminated from the tournament long before I was in position to cash.  You can read that story here.
That happened in one of the AVP weekly showdown events.  This current story took place in the AVP XVII Meet & Tournament at the Stratosphere last Saturday, and explains (partially) why I didn’t last very long in the tournament.  This particular donkey cost me chips by making a play so bad I couldn’t have conceived of it before I saw it.  It wasn’t a loose call, it was the opposite.  It was the weakest play I’ve ever seen in a tournament.
A new player had just joined the table as an alternate with the blinds 25/200/400—the third level.  I had close to my starting stack at this point, maybe a little less, having won no decent pots, just a couple of preflop raises not called and one continuation bet on the flop not called.  And I’d lost some chips playing a few speculative hands that didn’t pan out.
So now in early position, I had pocket 8’s.  First in, I limped.  One other limper and then the new player made the min raise to $800.  I don’t think he’d played a hand before this but as I said, he had just gotten into the tournament within the past five minutes.  It folded to me and I added the $400 hoping to mine a set.  The other limper called too.
The flop was 7-4-3, rainbow.  I suppose I should have bet my (slight) overpair.  But I thought there was too good a chance that the preflop raiser had a bigger overpair, so I checked. Next player checked and the preflop raiser checked.
Yeah, he checked.  I thought that was interesting.  What kind of hand could he have to check that flop?  Any overpair and that’s an automatic bet, right?  If he has AK, AQ, AJ, it’s an automatic continuation bet with that flop, no?
But he checked.  My first thought then is that he was slowplaying a set of 7’s.  It’s really the only hand that would make any sense.  But I didn’t really get the feeling he had that big a hand.  It was just a gut feeling.
When a 6 hit the turn, still rainbow, I decided to take a stab at the pot.  I didn’t think he was likely to have a 5 for the straight, so I bet out.  I put out $1800. 
The first player checked and the preflop raiser thought long and hard about his move. Now, if he indeed did have a set, that would be the perfect time for him to raise, right?  Then I lay down my hand.  But it really seemed to me like he was deciding whether to call or fold, not call or raise.  He finally called, with what appeared to be great reluctance.
The river was a 10.  That was finally an overcard to my pair, but I didn’t get the feeling he had a 10 either (Ace-10?).  So I put out some more chips, $2500 I believe.  I thought there was a slight chance I was gonna lose to a big hand, but I really felt I was likely good there.
He thought longer and harder this time.  Then he finally said, “I guess you’ve got a straight, huh?”  Of course I said nothing.  So, he couldn’t beat a straight, but then, neither could I.
Finally he meekly, hesitantly, called.  I flipped over my 88 and he flipped over….pocket Kings!
Pocket Kings???  Are you freaking kidding me?  I’ve got a million stories on this very blog of how I’ve been burned by KK and even I don’t play them that meekly.
How does he not bet that flop with pocket Kings?  Seriously, how?  I mean, with pocket Kings that’s about the best possible flop you could hope for that doesn’t contain a King (or two).  Give me that flop every time I have pocket Kings and I’ll die a happy man.
I suppose you could say he was slowplaying those damn Kings?  Well, he was, but on purpose?  That would certainly be a bad move, slowplaying an overpair.  I’m pretty sure I’ve never read that strategy in a poker book.
I just shook my head in disbelief, wondering how I’d lost so many chips to such a bad play.
So a few minutes later, a dealer I know from BSC sits down as the next alternate in the seat immediate to my right.  Ugh.  I’d played in a cash game with him at BSC not that long ago and knew he was a tough player.  And because of the hand I’m about to described, I’m too pissed at him to give him a phony name.  He is unworthy of one.  So I’ll just call him “BSC dealer.”
Within one or two hands of BSC dealer sitting down, I was dealt pocket Jacks under the gun.  My stack was low, but not low enough where I had to shove there.  I had a move or two left.  So I put out a big raise, about 3-1/2 times the big blind.  It folded around to BSC dealer, who was the Big Blind.  The one guy at the table I didn’t want to call.  But of course he did.
The flop came 9-9-8, which I thought looked pretty good for my Jacks.  No paint cards.  BSC dealer checked and I just shoved.  BSC snap called and I suddenly had a pain in my gut.
I flipped over my pocket Jacks and he flipped over….pocket 8’s.  He’d flopped a friggin’ boat!  Shit.
The turn and the river were blanks and I was out of the tournament.
All I could think of was, if I hadn’t lost all those chips to the guy who so timidly played those pocket Kings, I probably wouldn’t have shoved there against BSC Dealer.  I might have been able to get away from that hand without losing all my chips.
So this time, a donkey burned my ass instead of saving it.  And once again, those dreaded pocket Kings got to me, not because I didn’t play them right, but because someone else didn't have a clue as to how to play them....and was rewarded for it.

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Forget Poker, This is My New Game: No Limit Dreidel


Happy Hanukkah, everyone!

This is my new game.  Much better than poker.



You can find more about this here.