Why Do I Play Poker?

May 31, 2010

Sit ‘n Go Strategy Part 1

Filed under: Poker — Why Do I Play Poker? @ 9:37 am

SNGs used to be the reason for the lion’s share of my poker winnings.  Then I got busy and didn’t play for a couple of years.  When I came back I found myself a loser.  I went from crushing $50SNGs to losing at $16’s. WTF?  Turns out, in my absence, everyone got better but me.  I had a good game for 2005.  Not good enough for 2010.

What am I going to do about it?  I’m hitting the books. Starting with one in particular, Sit ‘n Go Strategy by Collin Moshman.  It’s a good book. You should buy it. Anyway, here is quick glimpse of what I’ve learned. It will probably take four posts to go through the whole book.

Lets get started.

Low Blind Strategy.

For this section you should assume 8-10 players with low blinds and no antes.

1. Start thinking in terms of Tournament Equity.  This is a variation on Expected Value.  Basically to uses the Author;s words is your “fair share of the prize money.

2.Play super tight.  But when you do play, be aggressive. Play your premium hands and some coordinated, speculative hands. Now is not the time to make any tricky moves. This is not the time to gamble.  That comes later.

3. Label your opponents.  This is key and something I would never do because online I thought I would never see them again and I was wrong.  Truthfully, it doesn’t matter if you see them again, size them up.  It will get you more involved in the game and playing on a deeper level

4. Don’t check monsters, bet them.

5. When people bet into a monster flop they usually don’t have it.

6. Three betting means something.  Usually aces or kings.

7. Aggression Priciple.  Similar to Gap Concept. Being the bettor raiser is better than being the caller. This is because betting and raising allow the possibility of winning the pot immediately since everyone may fold.  You can never win immediately by calling.

8. Hands to play early position. Pretty obvious but here goes. AA, KK, QQ, AK You should always be willing to go all in with a big pair pre flop.  This is one of the only times you want to do this in low blind play.

9. Hands to play in middle late position. Premium hands plus  speculative hands like suited connectors and suited aces with the following caveats. Must be in  middle or late position. It’s an unraised pot and your hand could turn into something that would break your opponent.

10. Late Position Steal/Value hands criteria. Play all the hands as in early and mid position plus

  1. You have a decent hand in late position
  2. Everyone has folded to you.
  3. You think a raise will win the pot right there.

Next time,  we’ll look at mid blind play.  Also, you should get the book.  I skipped a lot.  Anyway, I hope this helps.  Get ready to loosen up for mid and high blind play.

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    February 23, 2010

    Pay the man his money. Eric Schwartz – $100 richer.

    Filed under: Online Poker, Poker, Texas Hold'em — Tags: , , — Why Do I Play Poker? @ 3:43 pm

    It’s time to pay up, just like KGB said in Rounders so many years ago. Eric Schwartz is the winner of one hundred American dollars for his submission to whydoiplaypoker. Thanks to everybody who submitted.  We learned a lot.  Mostly, that people don’t want to submit their stories.  This is why Eric Schwartz will be the first and last recipient of our monthly giveaway.  Feel free to continue to submit,  were just not paying anymore.

    But we do want to share Eric’s submission.   So here goes…

    Why do I play poker?

    Two Words.

    Mel Fucking Gibson.

    Mel Fucking paternal holocaust-denying (fine, Mister Christian.  I’m a crucifixion denier.  Who’s got the photographic evidence?) Gibson.

    Mad Douchebag Max, no matter how batshit insane, no matter how much the asshole no matter many whiskeys beyond Thunderdome he rides, will always get the better table at Spago or whateverthefuck ” in” place there is now, which I wouldn’t know about because I’m not Mel Shrimping the Malibu Barbie Gibcuntson.

    Because in life,  money, power, they play.  They play always.  Guaranteed if Mother Theresa and Mel Gibfelch wanted front and center at the Bon Jovi reunion, the wrinkled nun would be hanging with the lepers in coach.  By lepers, I mean me, except I fucking hate Bon Jovi, probably because he’d get the seats right next to Mel Gibanalslurp.

    But sit Mel Downundereater next to me at Hollywood Park and we have a different situation.  At the table, we are equal.  For at the table, money?  Power? Irrelevant.  What matters is the cards.  And cards change every hand.  That means fortune changes every hand.  I’m a songwriter.  I wait for inspiration.  I hope for talent.  I pray for flashes of brilliance, for the perfect song.  These things might never come.  But you wait long enough, you sit long enough, you are patient enough and have a big enough bankroll to survive the doubts, droughts and suck-outs, you WILL find yourself looking at the corners of two cards, bent upwards underneath your unwashed thumb, with As on them.  And when you do, and when Mister Cockodile Dundee whips out his uncircumcised, latex-ignorant kangadong and throws it on the table, you can chop that motherfucker off and smile all the way up the  405.

    And that is why I play poker.

    Thanks Eric!   See you at the tables!

    Stay tuned for our aboutface at whydoipoker.net!

    Wow that was a shitload of exclamation points!

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    February 11, 2010

    I’m not showing my cards any more.

    Filed under: Poker — Why Do I Play Poker? @ 4:00 am

    I think sometimes I’m too nice.  I like to think of myself as a hard-nosed player.  But I’m not.  Sometimes It hits me that I want people to like me almost as much as I like chips.  Especially at home games.

    Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to be the dick who begrudgingly gets an invite when the game is short.  But I’m not giving away information anymore in the hopes of being liked.

    Here’s my pledge.

    1. No more showing my ace to make my opponent feeling good about his fold.
    2. No more showing my successful bluffs even though it probably is the most satisfying activity in existence.
    3. No more showing my aces in the big blind when everyone folds in hopes of some sympathy.

    Truthfully, I don’t even think showing hands gives away that much information.  It just wreaks of cooperation and that has no place  at the poker table.

    If there’s still some part of my personality that needs to be liked I will compensate by bringing more snacks, better beer.  But I will not show my cards.

    I used to play poker to make friends.  As of today, I play to win.

    Why do you play? Let me know at stories@whydoiplaypoker.net

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    February 3, 2010

    At first I thought I was playing poker.

    Filed under: Poker — Tags: , , , , , , , , , — Why Do I Play Poker? @ 4:00 am

    This post was going to start with me fuming on the car ride home after a dismal night at the casino.  But after a little reflection, I realized the bad night wasn’t the point, it was my bad thinking.

    It started with me sitting at a $100 NLH game. There was this drunk guy, so drunk the dealer had to help him count his chips drunk. He was sitting in front of a pile of chips and raising every, and I mean every, hand.  It looked like easy money.  In a pronounced slur, he would tell anybody who listened that he had racked up over a $1000 in less than half an hour.

    It was obvious this guy wasn’t walking out of the casino with one dime of this money.  I figured, why not be a pal and help him part with it.  Why wait for a great hand? This guy’s drunk, why not help myself?

    I pick up a very marginal hand. It’s an insta-fold against anyone but this guy. He raises and I’m happy to get it all in.  He’s happy to call.

    I have him dominated.  He catches.  Re-buy. No big deal.

    Soon, I’m against him heads up again.  He puts in his auto-raise.   Once again, I figure I’m ahead and I call.  Turns out I’m right again, but moments later,  I’m out another buy-in.

    This happens a few more times.

    Getting the picture?  Of course you do. At first glance, I was outraged I wasn’t winning.  But then I started thinking about it.  I may have known where I was, but truthfully I was barely ahead. At best, no more than 70/30.

    I never considered there was a good chance I could lose four times in a row.  In my excitement to take down the King of Coronas, I didn’t factor in the grim reality:  he had the chips to weather the storm and I didn’t.

    Big mistake.

    So now I realize that I didn’t even play poker that night.  I gambled on a few expensive coin flips.

    And from now on, that’s not why I play poker.

    Why do you play? Let me know at stories@whydoiplaypoker.net

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    January 31, 2010

    Poker Optimism – Number 1 Sign of a Losing Poker Player

    Filed under: Commerce Casino, Poker, Texas Hold'em — Tags: , , , , , , , — Why Do I Play Poker? @ 9:28 am

    Everyone loves an optimist.  Their enthusiasm is contagious.  They’re go-getters.

    You know what?  I’ve had an assload of optimists lately.  And truthfully, the only place I want to see them is at the poker tables. Preferably, with their optimistic fucking mouths shut.

    Here’s why? They’ll optimistically go to the ATM machine way more times than they’ll make that miracle one -outer.

    If it’s so easy, then why do I sound so mad?  Thanks for asking. I get tired of hearing how optimism and enthusiasm are the be all end all of everything.  Everyone thinks those qualities are great. What about their cousins greed and self-delusion?  Well, they’re connected.  Alan Schoonmaker, Ph.D, put it best in his book, “Your Worst Poker Enemy“- “Destructive emotion #1: Hope”

    Here’s the big secret.  Poker is really about things not happening.   Top pair on the flop usually holds up.  Make all the optimists pay dearly for their sunny outlooks.

    Don’t get me wrong, I have my optimistic moments.  I’m basically a long term optimist, short term pessimist. Both in poker and in life.

    I play poker to watch the optimists drown in their own hope.

    Why do you play? Let me know at stories@whydoiplaypoker.net

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    January 29, 2010

    Full Tilt’s Rush Poker – A lesson in focus…..I think.

    Filed under: Full Tilt Poker, Online Poker, Poker, Texas Hold'em — Tags: , , , , , , , — Why Do I Play Poker? @ 5:00 am

    I wish I could tell you a surefire strategy to beat the online poker site’s new game.  But I can’t.  Not even close. I have no idea how to win in that game.  I think it starts with a raise and then I’m not sure where to go from there. Maybe a little patience might give you a leg up.  What do I know?  I’ve logged in for forty five minutes and played more hands than my first six months of poker combined.

    The thing that hit me most about Full Tilt’s Rush poker is how important it is not to look back.  In Rush, there is no way to see how the hand would’ve ended.  You’re whisked away to another table.  You have a new decision to make. You don’t have time to think about what went right or wrong in the last hand.

    Unlike regular poker, in Rush there is no “What if?” because the hand really doesn’t exist anymore. There’s not even a way to see “What if?” Actually, this is great, because if there ever were a shitty game, it’s  ”What if?”   It’s a subtle variation on the timeless classic “Would’ve, should’ve, could’ve.” Actually, it’s the same game with a different title.  Kinda like playing NYC Monopoly or Grateful Dead Monopoly.  Same game, different theme.

    Now I’m not saying there isn’t a place for reflection about your game or your life.  It’s essential.  Just not at the table.

    I always have to remember to be in the moment at the poker table. That’s the only thing that matters right now. Who cares if my KQ would have made a straight? Thinking about it only distracts me from the hand at hand. It’s a recipe to compound my losses or, if I’m basking in the glory of an amazing play, minimize my wins.

    So I’m going to keep playing Rush. Stay focused and try to avoid writing blog posts while I’m doing it.  Because at  300 hands an hour, it’s damn near impossible.

    I play poker to help me stay focused in the present.

    Why do you play? Let me know at stories@whydoiplaypoker.net

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    January 25, 2010

    Like Dexter, I also have a “Dark Passenger.”

    Filed under: Commerce Casino, Hollywood Park, Poker, Texas Hold'em, The Bike, WSOP, Winning Streak — Tags: , , , , , , , , , — Why Do I Play Poker? @ 4:00 am

    “I’m all in!”

    “I call!”

    He shows me his straight. I muck my 2 pair in disgust. It’s not that I got outplayed. That doesn’t piss me off too much. What DOES piss me off is when I make a solid game plan on the way to the casino, but when I get there, my dark passenger takes over and the game plan goes out the door. It’s like I am two people. On the one hand, I am a responsible father and husband. Patient, creative and frugal. On the other hand, I am an aggressive poker player – impatient, impulsive and sometimes reckless.

    Okay, maybe my comparison to Dexter is an exaggeration. After all, its been years since I hacked up some evil dude and threw his body parts in the ocean.

    I have the same conversation every time I go to the casino. “Today I am going to play tight. No fishing. Only play position. Fold draws when I don’t have the odds. Go home when I lose my edge. Don’t go on tilt when I get a bad beat. And most importantly, FOLD WHEN I KNOW I AM BEAT!” I look in the mirror. Remind myself that I am in control.

    Then I get to the casino, fast walk to the felt and plop down my chips and eagerly await my first Christmas present. 2 minutes later, all my chips are in the middle. 3 way action and I am on the nut flush draw on the flop. I almost have odds and convince myself this is a good spot to get it all in. 30 seconds later…..I am on tilt, calling for chips and ready to gamble. Just like that, enter my dark passenger. It doesn’t take long until, I have lost my second buy-in. At this point, I look at my phone and realize I have been here for only 75 minutes. Luckily the wallpaper on my iPhone is a picture of my son. Instantly I snap back. My horns retract, my fangs retreat, my tail disappears and I am myself again. I breath deeply and remind myself that I am not defined by my last hand of poker.

    I am always surprised when my dark side comes out, but I have come to be grateful for him as well. I use him as a measure for my personal growth. The day I can take a beating and shake it off will be the day I have made it to the next level of consciousness. It may sound a bit metaphysical, but that’s one of the reasons I play poker.

    Why do you play? Let me know at stories@whydoiplaypoker.net

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    January 24, 2010

    Some things don’t go well together. Connectivity and sit-n-go bubble strategy come to mind.

    Filed under: Bad Beats, Full Tilt Poker, Online Poker, Poker, Texas Hold'em — Tags: , , , , , , , , , — Why Do I Play Poker? @ 4:00 am

    There have been all sorts of things that keep me from playing my best poker online.   Mad at my boss.  Looking at too much porn. You get the picture.

    Well, the other night was the first time my computer got the best of me.

    I played a $24  + $2 Turbo 90 person tourney with a KO bonus of $4 per victim.  What the hell?  Seemed like fun.

    Well, It was fun until I started getting disconnected every other hand.

    Frustrated, I tried to dump my chips with A2 under the gun but I spiked an ace and knocked out my opponent. My first KO bonus. $4.  Cool.

    I get disconnected again.  And again. And again.

    I reconnect  and to my surprise I have aces and action.  Two guys are going all in.  It’s my turn to act.  My hand gets automatically folded.

    Fuck.

    Fuck you computer!  They would have held up too.  I would be the chip leader by a fucking mile.

    I’m pissed. You have to take advantage of those spots.

    We’re getting close to the bubble.  The guy I would have knocked out pushes.  He has me covered.  I have KK. We’re really close to the bubble, what to do?

    I don’t have to tell you what happened .

    Okay, I will. Out on the bubble.

    I could’ve of waited, but I thought I was owed one because of those aces.  Where are my extra 40K in chips? I played like I had a rain check for a big winning hand.

    It doesn’t work that way.  I let my computer put me on tilt. Sure, it sucked that I was having connectivity issues.  But I should have to reminded myself that my strategy for the end of the tournament had nothing to do with my connectivity issues.  Irrationally, I thought I had one in the bank. And I didn’t. Even though it felt good to blame my computer, it had nothing to do with why I lost that tournament.

    I play poker is for the big scores.  It just eluded me last night.

    Why do you play? Let me know at stories@whydoiplaypoker.net

    P.S. I played another one the next night and pulled a 4th.  I’ll take $200 in profit. Gotta love the KO Bounty paying your buy in. No connectivity issues either.

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    January 22, 2010

    Sometimes I need a break from Dockers and fat free salad dressing.

    A man can not be sustained on good, wholesome family life alone.  Or, at least, I can’t.  On a regular basis I like to head to my local casino, Hollywood Park.  It’s not just for the poker either. The place is a real melting pot and I get to rub elbows with people from walks of life I may never have the chance to otherwise.

    I know a lot of people that are alarmingly similar.  CPAs, dentists, and an assload of regional managers. As you might guess, this gets boring.  The casino, on the other hand, is full of characters that you would probably would never meet anywhere but the casino.

    I love it.

    Playing with people from all walks of life is what makes poker great.  I can’t think of a better common denominator. I learn more about humanity at the table than I would at a lifetime of Neighborhood Watch meetings.  Okay fine, I don’t go to Neighborhood Watch meetings. That’s what regional managers are for. Where else can I hear from an ex-gangleader the way to make money is buying foreclosed homes from HUD, Housing Urban Development or something like that.  Dude was a millionaire.   Or maybe he was lying.  Either way I don’t care.  I’m definitely not going to meet the rock tight porn director at one of these sushi rolling parties my wife tells me we’ve been invited to.  Actually maybe I would.  But at the sushi party he’s not going into the details of the girl on girl scene gone bad because one of the actresses had some bad ceviche for lunch.

    I play poker to meet people I normally wouldn’t.

    Why do you play? Let me know at stories@whydoiplaypoker.net

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    January 15, 2010

    Yes, it was very hot today.

    Filed under: Ready To Post — Why Do I Play Poker? @ 4:53 pm

    We’ve all been there.  You sit down at the poker table next to a guy
    who has a comment about everything.  Someone makes a routine fold.
    “Sometimes you can’t fight ‘em.” he says.  No.  Sometimes you can’t
    fight ‘em.  He’s right.  He’s also going to ruin my night with this
    bullshit.   Usually I try and be nice and humor him on the first few
    comments.  I don’t want to be a total dick.

    “It’s good to get out” he says.  Christ dude.  You might as well just
    say “I’m lonely”  or “I haven’t slept with a woman for years.”  That
    would be interesting.  At least then I could find out why the medicine
    for the psorias isn’t working.   Oh yeah, this guy is leaving
    disgusting skin flakes on the felt every time he reaches for his
    chips.  Which he never does because he is strategy is to bore everyone
    into giving him their chips.  With every skin fleck I”m reminded I
    should’ve stayed home and played online.

    “What’s good on the menu?” he mutters.  Before I can say “I think the
    pad-thai is okay” the iPod headphones are on.

    Loud.

    Even thought this guy is harmless, probably even nice, he’s starting
    to affect my game.  I’m spending too much energy on tuning him out and
    not enough on tuning into what the other players are up to.  He’s
    worse for my psyche than a maniac on my left.  There’s only one thing
    to do.

    “Table change please”

    As I get up, the guy cluelessly jokes, “Was it something I said?”

    “No” I lied.

    I’m sure the poor guy found some other unwilling sap to

    talk to about the weather.

    I usally play poker for interesting conversation.

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