Tilter!
Our thursday night game got a bit big for its britches last night when Phil Gordon announced that he was coming to play. Of course, this had to be treated with the appropriate decor.
On the tip of a known associate of the Tiltboys, the talk was made about trying to pre-tilt Phil before he showed up. Someone came up with a logo idea, and immediately sensing inspiration, I scurried to my cubicle and had this lovely wallpaper ready.
Tilt Phil!
Sending it around got some good nods, and eventually it got to Rafe Furst, who made sure Phil saw it. Phase 1 complete.
The table draw ended up being a huge help too as not only do I draw Phil's table, I'm sitting directly across from him. So, I do the only natural thing: I wear sunglasses.
Here's a timeline of this short span of events:
00:00:00 - Chris sits down
00:00:04 - Chris slips on sunglasses
00:00:05 - Phil: "Do you really need those damn things?"
A giggle eminates from my soul. Phase 2 complete.
Phil plays hyper-aggressive all night and is pushing the table around with much success. I call his raises once or twice but miss the flop and have to let it go. I bust a player with Aces to get my stack near Phil's level, and as the players slowly disappear i end up on Phil's immediate right.
*Looks down at As7s*
Wow, I'm about to steal Phil Gordon's blinds.
*bet*
Phil calls, announcing, "The reflection in your glasses really helps." I'm loving it.
Flop comes Kd Qd 3c. Phil checks and I check.
Turn is the Jd. Phil checks and I hesitate before checking again.
River is the 3d. Phil goes to look at his cards.
"Check for the diamond," I say. He bets out.
"I have no diamond," and I muck my cards. Phil shows 25o, both black.
Owwwwwwwwwwwww. Table loves it.
On the very next hand, Phil raises pre-flop for the 2,765th time and Henry and I (both in the blinds) call. I've got KTo and when the flop comes ten-high, I bet the pot after Henry checks.
"I'm all in," Phil announces.
I'm gonna puke.
Alright, it's time to think. Phil has been raising at every opportunity, has bet or raised at any kind of vulnerable flop, shown me bluffs, and now is raising me the first time I've ever put any real aggression his way. This is the first time he's pushed, but it could be he's pushing harder because he wants me to lay down a medium strength hand like the one I have.
And then the really evil thought enters my head: "Well, if you bust, at least it will be to Phil Gordon."
"I call," I say.
I've never seen someone flip over QQ so fast in their life.
No suckout for me, and I go to the cash game. I can take solace in the fact that my beat was not *nearly* as horrid as Franklin's, who learned a valuable lesson about 83 offsuit.
However, our story does not end there. Oh no, dear readers. You see, others conspired to tilt our guest, and were far more successful than I.
Biggest culprit of the night? None other than the *Geekette*. Sitting on Phil's right, she proceeded to flop top set against him two hands in a row. On the third hand, she rivers a flush against *his* top set.
Then right after that, Henry bluffs Phil out of a big pot. With the HAMMER. I'm so proud... *sniff*
As to the cash game, I finally got to sit with Wil, who joined us for tonight's game. His tourney experience was pretty brutal: He gets all in pre-flop with AQ, board shows 888Ax, and Henry shows the case 8 for quads. Ugh.
He was still solid, but playing tight. That was partially my fault, as I was on his right and as I had more beer throughout the evening, my play got more and more aggressive. That'll cut down on your playing time when there's a LAG that won't let you see a cheap flop. Of course, when he re-raised me, you know I got out of the damn way.
And yes, as Bill reported, I made a fool of myself on a huge hand against one of the more serious players at the table.
I had limped with 5c 6c and RB raised it on the button. I called along with the BB and an UTG limper.
Flop was a dream for me, 2c 7c 8d. We all check it to RB, who announces, "I'm gonna steal the pot," and throws out a little less than the pot. Folded to me. "Sorry, can't let you," and I call.
Turn is the 6s. I don't like this card. Sure, I have a pair, but now he could have a better straight and there's no way i'm seeing the river cheap. I check again.
"Alright, I'm gonna try this again," and he bets out ten bucks, a little more than the pot.
I've got him on two high cards, maybe even a higher flush draw. He's playing aggressive, but not aggressive enough preflop that he's got an 8 or 9T. He keeps saying over and over "I dont' have anything, I'm stealing," which I'm 2nd leveling in my head into meaning that he really doesn't.
"I call".
The river is 8h, and now I'm pissed off. *How* many outs did I have here?
I look to him, not trying to project either way whether I hit or miss.
"RB, I'm gonna let you try to steal it one more time."
...and he bets out 18 bucks.
Of course, everyone is laughing at this point. I've invested a good portion of my stack on a mediocre hand, and everyone knows my draw is busted. But I've got that damn pair. Dammit, dammit, dammit. RB is rubbing it in, saying very calmly, "You're doing good, don't worry!"
Finally, I come up for air. "Alright, whatever, I call."
"Good call," and he shows K9. Scary part was he had clubs, and a flush would have destroyed me.
I look down. I have a few $1 chips and a 20 dollar bill. He's bet out 18 bucks. I have no idea what was in my head, but I try to make change with the pot to match his 18, even though the pot is mine outright.
"So, how does this work?" I say, flustered.
The table goes apeshit with laughter.
Yeah, that kind of night. Left way up though. :)
-Chris
On the tip of a known associate of the Tiltboys, the talk was made about trying to pre-tilt Phil before he showed up. Someone came up with a logo idea, and immediately sensing inspiration, I scurried to my cubicle and had this lovely wallpaper ready.
Tilt Phil!
Sending it around got some good nods, and eventually it got to Rafe Furst, who made sure Phil saw it. Phase 1 complete.
The table draw ended up being a huge help too as not only do I draw Phil's table, I'm sitting directly across from him. So, I do the only natural thing: I wear sunglasses.
Here's a timeline of this short span of events:
00:00:00 - Chris sits down
00:00:04 - Chris slips on sunglasses
00:00:05 - Phil: "Do you really need those damn things?"
A giggle eminates from my soul. Phase 2 complete.
Phil plays hyper-aggressive all night and is pushing the table around with much success. I call his raises once or twice but miss the flop and have to let it go. I bust a player with Aces to get my stack near Phil's level, and as the players slowly disappear i end up on Phil's immediate right.
*Looks down at As7s*
Wow, I'm about to steal Phil Gordon's blinds.
*bet*
Phil calls, announcing, "The reflection in your glasses really helps." I'm loving it.
Flop comes Kd Qd 3c. Phil checks and I check.
Turn is the Jd. Phil checks and I hesitate before checking again.
River is the 3d. Phil goes to look at his cards.
"Check for the diamond," I say. He bets out.
"I have no diamond," and I muck my cards. Phil shows 25o, both black.
Owwwwwwwwwwwww. Table loves it.
On the very next hand, Phil raises pre-flop for the 2,765th time and Henry and I (both in the blinds) call. I've got KTo and when the flop comes ten-high, I bet the pot after Henry checks.
"I'm all in," Phil announces.
I'm gonna puke.
Alright, it's time to think. Phil has been raising at every opportunity, has bet or raised at any kind of vulnerable flop, shown me bluffs, and now is raising me the first time I've ever put any real aggression his way. This is the first time he's pushed, but it could be he's pushing harder because he wants me to lay down a medium strength hand like the one I have.
And then the really evil thought enters my head: "Well, if you bust, at least it will be to Phil Gordon."
"I call," I say.
I've never seen someone flip over QQ so fast in their life.
No suckout for me, and I go to the cash game. I can take solace in the fact that my beat was not *nearly* as horrid as Franklin's, who learned a valuable lesson about 83 offsuit.
However, our story does not end there. Oh no, dear readers. You see, others conspired to tilt our guest, and were far more successful than I.
Biggest culprit of the night? None other than the *Geekette*. Sitting on Phil's right, she proceeded to flop top set against him two hands in a row. On the third hand, she rivers a flush against *his* top set.
Then right after that, Henry bluffs Phil out of a big pot. With the HAMMER. I'm so proud... *sniff*
As to the cash game, I finally got to sit with Wil, who joined us for tonight's game. His tourney experience was pretty brutal: He gets all in pre-flop with AQ, board shows 888Ax, and Henry shows the case 8 for quads. Ugh.
He was still solid, but playing tight. That was partially my fault, as I was on his right and as I had more beer throughout the evening, my play got more and more aggressive. That'll cut down on your playing time when there's a LAG that won't let you see a cheap flop. Of course, when he re-raised me, you know I got out of the damn way.
And yes, as Bill reported, I made a fool of myself on a huge hand against one of the more serious players at the table.
I had limped with 5c 6c and RB raised it on the button. I called along with the BB and an UTG limper.
Flop was a dream for me, 2c 7c 8d. We all check it to RB, who announces, "I'm gonna steal the pot," and throws out a little less than the pot. Folded to me. "Sorry, can't let you," and I call.
Turn is the 6s. I don't like this card. Sure, I have a pair, but now he could have a better straight and there's no way i'm seeing the river cheap. I check again.
"Alright, I'm gonna try this again," and he bets out ten bucks, a little more than the pot.
I've got him on two high cards, maybe even a higher flush draw. He's playing aggressive, but not aggressive enough preflop that he's got an 8 or 9T. He keeps saying over and over "I dont' have anything, I'm stealing," which I'm 2nd leveling in my head into meaning that he really doesn't.
"I call".
The river is 8h, and now I'm pissed off. *How* many outs did I have here?
I look to him, not trying to project either way whether I hit or miss.
"RB, I'm gonna let you try to steal it one more time."
...and he bets out 18 bucks.
Of course, everyone is laughing at this point. I've invested a good portion of my stack on a mediocre hand, and everyone knows my draw is busted. But I've got that damn pair. Dammit, dammit, dammit. RB is rubbing it in, saying very calmly, "You're doing good, don't worry!"
Finally, I come up for air. "Alright, whatever, I call."
"Good call," and he shows K9. Scary part was he had clubs, and a flush would have destroyed me.
I look down. I have a few $1 chips and a 20 dollar bill. He's bet out 18 bucks. I have no idea what was in my head, but I try to make change with the pot to match his 18, even though the pot is mine outright.
"So, how does this work?" I say, flustered.
The table goes apeshit with laughter.
Yeah, that kind of night. Left way up though. :)
-Chris
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