Wednesday, October 12, 2005
I made my worst live poker mistake to date last night at Trump.
The scenario: a loose-aggressive 3/6 limit hold'em table. I'm down a buy-in and working on getting back to even. My monster hands to this point have been cracked off, including AA, KK, QQ, JJ, pocket nines (with a set on the flop), and a case of straight-over-straight. It's been brutal but the table is a breeding ground for juicy, swelling pots and a comeback is imminent if I can just avoid getting sucked out on.
I look down to see pocket tens in middle position, and for some reason get the sense that this is my hand. I raise it up preflop. A handful of callers. The flop comes J-6-6. It checks around to me, and I bet. All but two players fold. I'm in middle position of the 3. The turn comes a Queen. Rainbow board. First to act checks to me. My other opponent is squirming in his seat; he doesn't like the board. I bet out. Squirmy nearly folds, but reluctantly calls. I put him on a draw. First to act folds. We're heads-up. The river brings a glorious 10. I've hit my set. I bet out, and Squirmy sits up straight as a board and raises me. I thought to myself, "Fuck! This guy has A-K for the straight. Son of a bitch!" I reluctantly call. He shows his nut straight. I muck my cards, face down.
Have you discovered my error yet?
I'll wait. Oh - I don't have to wait. You aren't morons like I am.
Yes, I mucked the full house, and didn't realize it until the dealer swept the board away with my cards.
Let it go.... just let it go....