Or even, likely, the rest of the month. For only the second time this year, I had a losing session. This time, it took my nearly 6 hours to finally drop my $200 buy-in.
It was one of those grind-it-out nights, never really getting a lot of traction. Getting just enough respect to occasionally run a successful bluff, but missing more–in fact pretty much all–of my draws at a table with lots of generally passive calling stations, so there was almost always good odds to make the calls.
The bad thing about calling with the right odds is if you hit a streak like this one where you miss so many, the result is a stack that just gets chipped away. I can’t complain, though, because I still focused on making good decisions.
The hand that finished my night is probably typical of the luck I was having. I was in the big blind, a couple of callers, a loose player with a very short stack goes all in for 1 chip more, and several more callers. I toss in the one chip without looking and then peek to find 2 red fours.
Well the flop was about as close to a bingo as I could have hoped for: A-4-3 rainbow. The small blind, who played a wide variety of hands, bet out. I raised. Got a cold caller, he reraised, so I started thinking he might have hit 2 pair. I raised again, cold caller, and he capped.
The turn came a 7. The small blind bet out again, and I raised again, which put me all-in. Got cold called again (!), and the small blind made it 3 bets on the run. At that point, it dawned on my that he had actually gone in with 5-2. Sure enough, that’s what he had, and I was gone for the night.