Morning started interesting as I realized I hadn’t packed enough underwear since I expected to leave earlier. I hit the nearby laundromat. I don’t think I’d ever used one since I even forgot to bring detergent with me. I just put the clothes in the washer. There seemed to be some leftover suds in there from previous users’ loads. Only took 40 minutes. Good time to read my new plo book.
Last day at Encore did not end on a high note as I’d hoped. Started off well at PLO, up $500 (set over set, then flopped joint and b/b/x/called V’s river bluff jam), but then lost some at 5/10 (3! AK, whiffed, cbet got jammed on my BB ss who cold called) and the rest at PLO just raising and missing multi-way. The 5/10 I sat at in the morning was off putting. Very boys club vibe. Where do they find these people?
Decided to try 2/5 again and basically broke even, but not before getting cursed out by some local old dude who thought I was being smart when the following exchange took place (not involving him, mind you, but another player directly to my right as I took my seat):
Me: puts chips on table, bag on back of seat. Probably give off a “pro vibe” as someone mentioned to me earlier this trip.
Player to my right (young dude with gold chain): “good luck, buddy.” [I hate being called buddy, especially by strangers]
Me: “you really mean that?”
Gold chain: “err...yeah.” (Very unconvincingly, mind you.)
Me: “ok, your loss!” The joke is obviously that he’s wishing me luck in a game where he’ll most likely lose if I get lucky as I’m seated to his left.
At this point the older local to my left doesn’t think this is funny and decides it’s his place to chime in and says: “that’s how you respond to someone trying to be nice to you?” I quickly try to diffuse the situation and respond that I was just being tongue in cheek. Young dude says no problem. Old man angrily says “no, f*ck this guy!” I quietly pick up my chips and ask for a different table. The old man was gone within 10 minutes.
Anyway nothing really happened at 2/5, so gave 5/10 one more shot. This time at must move that got short handed and bled down quite a bit, got 3! both times I opened (AJss btn ran into AA in BB, he showed after I folded), 99 raise folded to what? I dunno. One of the few hands I played post-flop I isolated EP older limper with AJdd and cbet A-Q-2ccd and he called. Turn was Js. I bet about 1/3 pot ($60). He just called. River was 4c. He checked again. I think most people would lead their flushes here so I figured I could go for value against his Ax or perhaps worse two pairs and obviously fold if raised. I bet $100 and sure enough he c/r to $300 and I snap folded. He was nice enough to show KThh for the turned gutterball. Sigh. “Nice hand,” a little downtrodden that I value owned myself and was stuck a good $400 now.
Last hand I limped JJ ep and got iso’d, btn called, I called. Bad play with $325. I didn’t want to bust my last hand with a measly pair of jacks. Flop 235r. I check, pfr checks, btn (mr. KT from earlier) bets $100 into $150. I fold and pfr calls. Turn is 4 and it goes bet and call. They check river and pfr has AJo and btn A3o for the chop. Who knows what would have happened had I jammed pre. Maybe the poker gods did me a favor in the end. Oh well.
Anyway, ended this trip down a few hundred dollars or so, mainly due to some run bad at 5/10. 2-2 PLO results were good, which was nice validation that my studying is paying off. Probably the best game in the room imo. Taking train tomorrow morning back home. Good experience here in Boston but as always when I take these trips alone I get homesick and can’t wait to cuddle the dogs when I get back.
A couple parting shots:
Last edited by DumbosTrunk; 07-23-2019 at 11:02 PM.