Guatamalan Insanity Peppers
...the only thing that could possibly explain how I played in two home games this weekend, thus doubly breaking my general proclivity against playing weekend home games. May as well go whole-hog, right?
The first was a Very Special Above Malibu Reunion, timed to coincide with the 9th Annual Del Close Marathon at UCB. (Yes, Virginia, I really was an improvisor for several years. A damn good one, at that.) The Above Malibu game is where I cut my teeth on NLHE, and it was a pure joy to play with some of these guys again. That game was everything a home game should be, but there was nothing outstanding about my play for this particular session. Made some good reads, was hitting more than my share of flops and draws, that sort of thing. When the game broke, I was up a couple buy-ins, which were promptly liquidated into dinner, beer, and cab fare.
On Sunday, CK of the surreptitious blogging, threw a game together in the South Slope. [I have now given her the gift of what pitiful traffic my once-weekly postings generate, so hopefully she will stop her womanish whining about how sore her shoulder is.] Her last attempt at organizing a game, a week or two prior, she gave all of the invitees exactly 45 minutes notice to respond whether or not they were in. Addict much? Unsurprisingly, that game didn't get off the ground. This time, the notice period was a more reasonable two days, and seven players assembled on a rainy afternoon for some 2/4 limit 2-7 Triple Draw, followed by 1/2 NLHE.
I wish I played as well Sunday as I did Saturday, but we all have things we wish for in life, and most of them we don't get. It was a combination of a tougher table (which showed my NLHE rust more easily and quickly than did Saturday's session), not being able to flop much of anything, and gifting SoxLover with $120 by pushing my QQ into his KK. That was a horrible decision, given that my spidey sense was telling me to fold and that the only hand I could possibly be ahead of is AK.
Tale of the tape: down a buy-in, possibly up a home game if it runs on Sunday nights. Knowing the junkie who organizes it, that seems unlikely. After all, who ever heard of "only" playing a 5-hour session?