However, it turned out that day 3 would settle our pacing problems by itself. Steve and I found ourselves on different tables again, for better or worse I'm not sure. This time I was on a table loaded with beginners and tournament players. This spelt both a drop dead easy day and a misfortune all in one. I had the wonderful fortune of always knowing exactly what my opponents had at any given time, given how predictible and readable tournament players are, and I also had the grave misfortune of playing the cheapest and tightest assholes in the poker realm.
This day, my play could not have been more on top. I was constantly on fire with snap all-in calls, check raise take downs, and other skill related wins. An example was my first take back hand, in which I caught aces with his pants down. On the button I had 2 4 off-suit and saw a under the gun raise of $10 for a total of $15. This excited a round of calls including myself, who couldn't turn down a button pot-odds hand with that many callers. I see the flop, 2 7 2. Paydirt. The blinds check, leaving UTG to fire a whopping $45 raise. The table folds fast and the action comes to me. Now is the time to act. I start with a double raise to make it $90 straight. Expecting a fold I'm pleasantly shocked to see a smooth call. Next card is also a blank. Now I believe he thought that I was dominated and fires a sucker bet of $100. In a already $200 pot, a $100 bet is a please call me bet. I return fire with a double raise again. He calls again, leaving about $130 left in his stack. Turn hits blank and no sooner does he see that he says the words that are magic to my ears, "All in." No sooner had he said it and begun to reach for his chips did I stand up and point right at him and yell "I call!!" I believe he looked confused now more than ever that I snap called him, as snap calls don't happen often there. He was unsure as to whether to show his hand or not when I made it easy for him and told him I had the set. He turned over aces and got up and walked away. I raked my pot and tipped the dealer, another one bites the dust.
The next hand found me on the button again, this time with one of my personal favorites, 6 9. A limp button lands me 6 9 Q on the flop. Now that I'm in business, it was time to see where my competition was. a round of checks comes until seat 7 got froggy and decided to make a stab at the pot with $25. I instantly raise her 3 times to $75. Call, she says. Now I know I got a Queen, possibly a ace behind it. I have to dodge a ace to the river. 7 comes on the turn. She checks, it's too late, I already got her cards. I check it too, hoping to miss the ace and take the pot. 8 comes on the river. She thinks for a moment, sighs, then goes all in. Another snap call. I turn over 69 and she just flips her A Q and mucks it. She mutters that there was a possible straight and I still called with "Only two pair", acting as if her bluff was any good. Too bad she gave away her position on the flop and the turn, making a all in call on the river a common sense move.
Day 3 was my best day play wise, although profit was totally in the shitter. The only action came from short stacks with big pocket pairs, and I usually lost around $100 feeding blinds before I caught one of these guys with their hands in the cookie jar. This means that my profits hovered around $150 per big hand, which meant I made up my time spent and could not make any traction. I played for about 4 hours before I got up with $100 in profit and called the trip done. Steve was not done however, and was actually down $500 for the day and was on his second $500. A few hours later he makes his hands and comes back up for a small profit. We decide we had enough poker for a few days and make our way out of there. We climb in the car and take off, laughing about how the weekend went.
Laughing all the way to the bank.
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