4:56am: I’m just now starting to get back into the groove of live cash play, and I have finished my third live session since my apartment caught fire over a month ago up a modest $700. However, it wasn’t made easy, as I had to make a pretty tough call with JJ with an ace on the board. The guy who bet on the hand would bet every single street of every single hand, constantly applying pressure. Unfortunately for him, I realized this before the hand started and had pre-committed to go to the felt with my jacks, trusting that the hand would hold up. In the end, it cost me $500 to find out that my hand was good, and the guy just mucked as I made the call on the river for $200.
The rest of the night merely consisted of playing into the weakness of the majority of the people at the table. When the table got tight, I loosened up. When the table loosened up, I tightened up. The quality of play live at Harrah’s New Orleans is so much drastically worse than online play that table image isn’t even a factor. You could fold 100 hands in a row, and you’d still get action. Likewise, you could play 100 hands in a row and no one would know the difference.
That being said, I still haven’t hit the proverbial “home run ball” since I’ve been back to Harrah’s New Orleans, as I have yet to double up since my return. Regardless, $700 is $700 and it doesn’t matter to me if I won 70 $7 pots, 10 $70 pots, or 1 $700 pot. I’ll take it any way I can get it.
Start a Clean Slate at a New Room, a New Sharkscope, and Keep HFL Free in the Process
