Pickin' Strawberries
The strawberry pickers have it tough - stooped for up to 10 hours a day in the heat for an average of $8 an hour. This reward is pretty much exactly in line with the meagre profits I generated in my 7 hour stint at the Loose Cannon last night.
I ground out £78 profit on the cash game, and taking out the £50 tournament entry that left me with a £28 return, coming in at £4 an hour. Joy.
I played pretty well in the tournament until my implosion hand occurred. We were short handed most of the time, so playing a large volume of hands was the order of the day. Unfortunately, when medium stacked I pushed over the SB’s raise when I was in the BB with trash and he had Aces. Nice timing.
The cash game was fierce - there were no weak spots at all, and some fine poker was played. The drinks flowed, and we heard tales of wine, women and Mozart (not as cultured as it sounds, but I probably can’t go into it on here).
I could have been up by a significantly bigger margin, but I was completely owned in one hand, the dynamics of which are still troubling me. It played out as follows:
I raised a couple of limpers to £5 with . I get 3 callers.
Flop is
It’s checked around, and I decide to represent the Ace, given that I was the initial raiser.
Turn is 7s
I check and player bets £20 and I flat call - the others fold.
River is Qh
I check and player bets £50. I min-raise to £100 with nothing, but the betting really looks like an Ace now. However my opponent INSTACALLS with . Good grief - am I that transparent? The fact that he paired the Queen on the river is pretty much irrelevant - he simply didn’t believe me and effectively was happy to bet/call with Queen high to go with the 2 pair. Should have made it more on the end I think, but the speed with which he called, leads me to think he’d have had me anyway.
I actually dreamt about that hand last night…better than dreaming of The Baron drinking Sancerre sitting in his duds I guess.