I sit a little above the original starting stack going into the break... nothing special happening. I decide to move from my comfy couch to my more comfy bed and play until I won the tourney.
HAHAHAHA....
fooled me.
I gather my Molson, laptop, power plug, phone.... set it all back down to run into the kitchen to grab the bag of peanut butter MnM's... (if anyones thinking of any last minute gift ideas... I have one!)
Pick up the rest of the periphenalia and head upstairs and I'm sure the 5 minutes is now down to 1 and counting....
I set everything down, open the laptop back up and see the cards being dealt but I don't see my hand just yet. I pop an MnM, make sure the Molson is within reach and sit my ass down on my bed. I glance at the screen to see the countdown in the Red and my heart jumps when I see KK. I quickly check the action behind me and see a raise up to 360, the clock is about to fold my hand so I just quickly hit the Raise button and min-raise...
All I was thinking about was I can't believe that I almost dumped KK preflop. Heaven forbid I don't take these blessings in disguise and just run with them.
Folds all around to the original raiser... he tanks then calls the raise.
Flop TT3 rainbow. He checks, I bet 875 into the 1300 pot. He tanks and pushes all in.
The tanking is what almost got me to fold the hand. If he immediately reshoves, I insta-call. He tanked preflop before calling my raise and then check-tank-reraised all in. I had him covered by about 700, so ... we were pretty much even.
I run through the list of hands he could have... or more over... the list of hands he has me on and thinks he can make a move on me...
I can beat AK, all pp's except AA and 33, and I can't beat T/blank. Obviously.. we chop if we both got the KK. I flip the switch to what he thinks I may have... AK is the predominant thought.. I reraise preflop the C-bet the flop... smells AceyKingy to me...and possibly mid pp's with only the min-raise. The min-raise I already feel is coming back to haunt me. I think he has me on a foldable mid PP... I still tank.
I clock myself down to almost zero and with all the thoughts in my head that this is a bad call... I still make it. Only two hands I will give him credit for having is AA and AT. He shows T8 of spades. well played.
I'm down to 640 I think just waiting for the right money to push any two cards or the right cards to push all the money... they both fall into place as PokerFool makes it 3x and NOAIR cold calls... it's half my stack and I figure if I get any piece or a nice draw, I got position as first to act to push the rest of it and will still get action because it's a 5:1 call to see the last 2 cards.
I get exactly what I wish for....
Flop T73, with 2 hearts. I could do w/o the hearts as I'm sure anyone calling my all in will surely have them.
I push the last of it, PokerFool makes the call and NOAIR tanks and then makes the call. I can understand PokerFools call.. but NOAIR must believe he is WAY behind at least one of us with two overcards out there and the original raiser still giving action.
They check it down, not only does two overcards hit the board, but they are both hearts... putting 4 hearts on the board. So now, anyone who called me with paint has me beat and any heart in the hand has me beat... PokerFool shows his 55 no heart and he goes away, NOAIR shows his 66 with the heart and I go away. GG me.
The money isn't right, the hand isn't right, the board isn't right... why put chips in the pot knowing you have to beat TWO other players and most likely you'll need to pull a 2 outter to do it.
Well.. .it's no 2-outer... but runner runner is just as sexy.
Time to regroup and get ready for this week's line-up of BB3 tourneys.
Til next time..
beepbeep.
1 comment:
i thought, you forgot you had one of these things...
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