Roger hadn’t hosted a game for a while and was a little desperate to get things rolling again so I did what I could and headed over there a little after nine last night. I was antsy to make back some of the money I lost in Sunday, and things started off good, with me being up $200ish early.

It was a fun game too. A lot of people were drinking and joking around. Roger takes a lot of ribbing at his game, and since he was a little wasted, guys were taking their shots left and right. Seemed like everybody was having a good time, even the guys that were stuck.

I was sitting to the left of Doughboy who had a massive stack. He normally plays tight, but he’d had a few, and was definitely looser than usual. About two and a half hours into the game my fortunes changed really quickly. I woke up with Kings UTG+1. Doughboy had raised to $12, I made it $30 I think, then he makes it something like $80. I hadn’t seen a four-bet all night, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen one from him. I know this is stupid, but I was pretty sure he had Aces, and even so I re-raised him. Here are my dumb reasons for not folding:

1. He seemed a little tipsy.
2. The first hand I sat down to at the table was a KK v AA, so how likely would it be that THAT would happen twice in two and a half hours.
2b. Kings also won that hand, so…
3. I folded Kings pre a couple of months ago to Mike A. when we were playing that win with deuce seven and get paid by everybody at the table. Of course Mike turned over 27 after I folded and I’d been plagued with feelings of not being macho enough to get it all in with Kings ever since.

Anyhow, I re-raised him for some ungodly amount and then he smooth calls me. An ace comes down on the flop. Now I am more worried about him having Ace King to be honest, but between the smooth call, the ace on the flop, and him checking to me, I think maybe I am good here.

This is becoming a major theme lately: Mistakes I Make!

I check as well. He checks the turn, so I dump in a bunch of chips, he goes all in and now I am pot committed. An ace on the river gives him quads. Adios $500 and I am now down 200 for the night. Doughboy’s stack was now gargantuan. By the time he cashed out he had over $1200, a bunch of which he handed off to another player.

I rebought and ended up making $150 back, but it was a grind after a while. As the evening wore on into the morning people got quiet and tilty. I was hoping for a chance to make a big score but just couldn’t get the cards I needed. One nutty hand I saw had two guys with $200 plus in preflop, and then all in after a 249r flop. First dude goes all in with 36 or something, and the other guy snap calls him with KQ.

There’s nothing like being stuck at 2am, waiting for a monster, looking across the table at a guy sleeping, and noticing the guy next to you has fired up an early episode of Different Strokes on his iphone to pass time in between hands. And no I am not making that up.

I decided I’d play until my first text from my wife. As soon as I got it I responded that I’d be home in 15 minutes. Thanks to the late hour and a lot of green lights on Columbia Road I made good on my promise.