Getting schooled by mom, and learning when to quit.

I was able to attend two games this week. I went to JsBlevis game on Tuesday with E after work, mostly because I won at Steves house on Sunday, and two because Ive had a bitch of an itch lately to play.

Got to Jeffs a little early, and waited for the place to fill up to play. While we were waiting, two nice older ladies showed up with wraps and sandwiches for the game, I took them for some ladies in the area that Jeff knew, and they were providing him a service. But, much to my surpise they sat down, and told me and E they were going to play the game, wow, I thought to myself, I bet these ladies are gamblers, and Im gonna get paid by one of them tonight. Ha, right.

Anyways, the game saw me check in the dark on one of the first few hands, only to see my top two pair, become a fullhouse. This looked promising for me, as a flush draw, and straight draw were now on the board, and I had Dave, and one of Jeffs friends in the hand with me, about to pay off my checked dark boat. Here is how the rest of the hand proceeded.

Board shows 9/A/7, two clubs.

Turn brings another 7, giving me sevens full.

I bet out about 50 on the turn, hoping someone chases a flush draw, possible open ended, maybe a gutshot.

Call, call....yes, Im getting paid here.

River brings a final club, irrelevant of the number.

I say, all in. Jeffs friend thinks, folds. Dave gives me a funny look, and says I gotta call.

I ask, did you get there? I have a boat, Dave gives me a suprised look, and says, no flush, I have a boat too. He flips over pocket 9's for nines full, trumping my sevens full. DAMN! I thought he was chasing, I was so sure I was getting paid.

Had to rebuy another hunsky from Jeff, and proceeded to get a little over 100 dollars profit over my initial buyin, and rebuy.

Later on in the evening, found me trying to bluff Jeffs friend, Saads mom off here third pair, but she wasnt having any of it, and I dropped about 75 to her, while she called me down with her pair of Queens.

Last hand of the night saw me bang my stack in the middle with A/10 after the board came Q/10/Q, giving me bottom pair, top kicker, only to see it checked around to me, I bang my stack thinking no one has a queen, nope, Jeffs buddy has the queen, and checked it, probably knowing I was going to get aggresive if I hit the flop. I dont improve with a flush draw, and straight draw, and Im done for the night.

Went to E's friday game of limit games, because we all like breaking the monotony of playing NLHE all the time.

Game started out great for me, saw me getting smacked around by the deck, hitting every other hand possible for a win, the Omaha Hi kill pots were awesome for me, saw me hitting five in a row and getting paid off handsomely. I was up almost 500 dollars from my initial buyin, knowing I had atleast 350 of my own money, because Ricky loaned me a meatball to get into the game.
Things were looking awesome for me, I was laying down hands instead of chasing, I was filling up, and catching open enders just like I needed, I was making my flushes, and pretty much swimming in a sea of pink chips. E uses pink chips to simulate the pink chip game that the Taj? has? I might be wrong about the casino, check my comments incase someone corrects me to make sure.

So, the night was going good, I intended on leaving around midnight, so I could get home in time to get enough sleep so I could wake up with my kids in the morning. Life was good. But, then two things happened that ruined my night.

Peter showed up.

I didnt leave at midnight like I intended to.

Thats right, a local player from md-poker boards named Peter(GeorgiaAve) showed up late around eleven after seeing Snakes on a Plane. Now, I like Pete, hes a funny guy, makes good conversation, plays a good game, and is just all around fun, sometimes. My only problem with Pete happen to be two things that really fuck up my game. One, hes my cooler, any time Pete is at a game, or shows up to a game, I immediately go on some kind of quasi-tilt, and hemorrhage chips, and two, he has a horeshose stuck up his four clover leafed ass.

Tonight definetely did not dissapoint.

Pete saw himself get rivered during Stud Hi/Lo to make the nut flush, beating my two pair, and no one having a low to scoop a massive pink pot. Taking quite a few from me.

The rest of the night saw me pushing, and chasing, trying to win hands that I did not need to be in, simply because I was on tilt because of losing the nice profit I had collected earlier in the night.

So, sometime around two in the morning, back down a little below my initial buy in for the night, saw me kind of getting put on the spot between Me, E, and Ricky. Some words were spoken, I was frustrated from the night, and got a little embarrased at what just happened, and being pissed at myself for not leaving earlier. So,I left my chips on the table, put me shoes on, and walked out. I had enough for the night. I need to listen to myself, and stop when Im ahead, and when I intend to leave. Last night could have been great.