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A Tale of Two Plays

This post belongs on either my poker blog or my football blog. However, I make poor decisions, as you are about to see. Plus, I like to take my once a year shot at making a convert to poker and football out of Kaz, Tae and pearatty.
So, here we go. Hey! Stop that stopping reading. I see you.
Last night I was in a deepstack tournament in Atlantic City playing for a $14,000 first place prize. I had been catching cards AND playing well. Through nine hours, I amassed a fairly large amount of chips. I was winning at least two hands an orbit and doubling my stack every hour. This is how you win tournaments. However, even after 9 hours, there were still 60 people out of 260 left and we were 30 eliminations from making any money at all.
And then the Patriots game started. My poker concentration plummeted. But that’s another story. This is the pertinent story: I am in the small blind (one of two forced bet positions.) Five people limp to me, so for a discount and a huge pot, I complete and match the Big Blind bet with T8.
The first of five community cards, the flop, are TdTh5d. I have trips, a really good hand, but a third diamond could hit at any minute and well, too bad for my trips. I am also the first to act, so I check: deferring my decision until I see what everyone else does. One guy puts out the minimum bet and everyone, except me, folds, I raise him huge. He thinks so long that I get to see the Patriots intercept Peyton Manning. Yay! I hear the old guy say “all-in.” To be honest, I don’t even know how many chips he has (that is a bad thing) I figure, based on how long he took that he has two diamonds and just decided to gamble.
I call and turn over my ten.
Brady is marching down the field.
I look away from the table, but my head snaps back when the table says “oooh.”
He does not have a draw.
He has a hand.
QT.
My hand, much much better kicker.
Oh well.
The next two community cards are dealt. I lose.
“Does he have me covered? Am I out?”
I’m not out. But I have about a quarter of the amount of chips I started with. It’s late. This is a devastating blow. Everyone at the table has me covered now…Patriots score!
Yay!
Ok, universe, I can accept busting as long as the Riots win this game.
The universe seems to think that’s fair because the Colts go three and out, scoring NO points AND the Pats score AGAIN.
I make my peace with my choice and just starting shoving my chips in the middle, so I can go bust and watch the game.
Nope, everyone keeps folding to me and I get about half the chips I lost to the old man back from the rest of the table.
3 people bust by halftime.
I am 27 eliminations away from cashing. The Patriots are up by two touchdowns.
5 more bust.
Then 10.
Then another ten.
I am TWO away.
Colts score, but whatever. There’s a shade over two minutes left in the game…
One more busts.
ONE more player and I cash in my first deepstack poker game EVER.
Holy crap.
AND THE PATRIOTS LEAD!
Uh oh…it’s 4th and short. STILL MORE THAN 2 minutes left. 2:06. (Basically, if the Patriots can hold on to the ball unto 1:59, they can essentially kneel on the ball, run the clock and beat the Colts by six.)
Belichick and Brady have a decision to make.
They can kick the ball away (punt) to the Colts, play 2:06 minutes of defense. Or, they can try to hold on to the ball for 7 more seconds and seal the win.
I am out of my seat. A guy at a table across the room, yells:
“Don’t worry sweetheart, the Patriots have won.”
“SHUT UP. Don’t jinx it,” I yell back.
I sit back down, turn my back to the TV.
The dealer deals out the cards.
The first player to act, and aggressive player, who I haven’t seen show down a hand yet, raises.
The next guy folds and then me.
I have pocket queens.
Aggressive guy has me covered. I am ONE away from cashing. I could risk it all right now and shove all my chips into the middle and let the cards fall where they may.
I turn around, Brady is back on the field. NO PUNTING!
The Patriots are going to go for it!
They need to hold the ball for SEVEN SECONDS!
6…5…4…
LEMON.
They miss.
But the play is under review…so…back to my decision…I call.
Dawn punts.
It folds to the Big Blind and he stands up and starts yelling at me because he can’t see my chips.
I am now in a bad mood because I think the refs make a bad call against the Patriots and now the Colts have the stupid ball and now I have pocket queens and instead of putting it all on the line and going all-in, I just called and now everything in the universe is unfair and stupid.
“My chips are right in front of me! The FLOOR SET THEM (Cause she did after another guy complained he couldn’t see them earlier), I am not even sitting in front of them because I’m watching the football game, so if you have a problem –”
He doesn’t let me finish.
“—No, no…I’m sorry…you’re right, you’re fine…I’m just thinking…okay, I call.”
I have him covered, but the raiser has us both covered.
Three of us are in this final hand right before the last person busts without any money. Number one loser.
The community cards are 7 5 2.
The Big Blind, yelly guy, checks.
Raiser bets about half my stack.
This is the problem with punting. I still don’t know what to do now. I fold.
Big Blind also folds.
Colts score with 21 seconds left.
Someone else busts out.
Patriots lose, I cash.
But the Patriots went for it. My favorite headline screamed “All Guts, no Glory,” across a picture of Belichick’s face.
I, on the other hand, played scared. No guts, fiery shame. Money in my pocket.

20 Responses to “A Tale of Two Plays”

  1. Petitedov Says:

    That was sucktackular. I’m glad I was nowhere near a tv or internet! Congrats on being in the money!

  2. BWoP Says:

    Congrats on the cash.

    How do you not shove queens there?

  3. Angela Says:

    I actually read this whole damn post and I’m confused…did you get the $14,000? I don’t understand your poker lingo.

  4. Tae Says:

    Dude… What BWoP said.

  5. Mary Says:

    lol – that’s what Kearns and I told her too. Shove baby shove!

  6. Dawn Summers Says:

    You’re ALL dead to me! And you’re Pariots fans!! We don’t play scared football!

  7. VinNay Says:

    Belichick was playing scared football. We was scared his D wouldn’t stop Payton Manning from going 70+ yards down the field and scoring if they punted.

  8. Dawn Summers Says:

    NO, he was sure his offense could get 2 yards.

  9. Angela Says:

    Hello, you did not answer my question.

  10. Dawn Summers Says:

    No, no I did not win. Came in 21st.

  11. Angela Says:

    Well that’s still good, right? But I suppose not $14G good, tho.

  12. Dawn Summers Says:

    Right.

  13. Alceste Says:

    congrats

    I thought I had read the hand wrong in the google reader, but coldcall then fold QQ on a 752 flop??? you definitely do not have swagger (if you are only going to call when a Q hits on the flop, better just to fold them)

  14. Dawn Summers Says:

    I know. I had two choices, shove preflop or fold. I play poker bad.

  15. Dawn Summers Says:

    It’s the bubble stuff. It gets to me. I just dont wanna be first loser. :( But I guess I need to accept that losing is losing, gotta play to win.

  16. F-Train Says:

    Wow. You play poker bad when you’re watching football. Have to shove especially given description of villain. Nice cash tho.

  17. Drizztdj Says:

    *facepalm*

    But nice cash!!

  18. Consigliere Says:

    Ditto Alceste.

  19. kaz Says:

    hahaha. you totally told me to stop reading. thanks!

  20. Dawn Summers Says:

    I did not! I said. Stop stopping.

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