HOW WOULD YOU PLAY IT?
My wacky last hand of the night has been replaying in my head all morning:
I’m dealt pocket eights in early position.
I raise four times the BB.
Ugarte, on the button (I think…) calls.
Ron Lad (Karol’s brother) goes all-in for a little more than four dollars.
He had been playing crazy all night (calling my pocket sevens with like 86o) and I think he wanted to go home.
So, I think long and hard, but make the call.
Unfortunately, I did all my long and hard thinking out loud, so Ugarte also calls.
Flop comes rainbow J 10 and one undercard…maybe a four.
I check, button checks.
Another J comes on the turn.
Ugarte thinks and thinks and then bets out a quarter of the pot.
I am so about to fold when something — I think F-train calls it poker sense — tells me not to fold. Everything about the bet seemed designed to get me to fold.
But I know I can’t call…so, I stare straight at my chips and announce I’m all in.
I watch Ugarte count out the chips…then make like he was gonna fold…then go back to the chips…I can’t really tell if he had anything or he was on a draw, so I didn’t know if I was rooting for a call or a fold.
Finally, he annouces that he doesn’t think I have it and that he thinks his threes are good. He tosses in his call.
I flip my eights sooo fast!
Ron Lad moans “No…Daaawwwn,” and dejectedly turns over sevens.
Ugarte shows his threes and it’s all about that last river card!