So it's just after midnight, Tootsie is snoring softly and contentedly in a comfy chair, and I'm back from a session at the tables that provided decidedly mixed results. I'm a little tired so I'll leave the snark behind and just go over a few key hands.
Key Hand 1: Second hand overall. AhKh. Raised PF, called by seat 2. Seat 2 checks flop blind. I bet out maybe 2/3 pot. Snaps. Turn a fourth high card. I bet around 35, get snapped again. River brings a 10 that gives me Broadway. Seat 2 checks dark again, I bet huge, he calls, I win. I haven't sat down for five minutes and I'm up $133.
KH2: KK. It was raised to me to 12, I re-raise to 35. Two callers. Ace comes up on flop, bet and raise in front of me. I weep a little for the hardness of the world and fold.
KH3: A7s00ted, raised in front of me. Called enthusiastically. Whiff the flop, cbet, take it anyway.
KH4: 1010. Raise pre. Flop KKA. Someone bets in front of me. Foldyroo.
KH5: KK. Raised to 6. I re-raise to 25. Two callers. K on flop. I bet big with shaky hand and I swear to god I think my penis came out of my pants. Everyone folds. I curse myself.
KH6: KK yet again. I raise big. Seat 10, whom I honestly do not know is male or female, calls with J8. Turns a straight. I hate s/him. This one lost me a lot of money.
KH7: J10. Raise, 1 caller. J on flop. Bet, call. Turn, bet, call. Starting to get spooked. River is check check. He has me outpipped with JQ. Lost a lot of money on this one too.
KH8: AQh. raise, 1 caller. Flop comes AQ7. bet, raise, shove, call. He has a set of 7's. I rant a little bit, not at him but at the world in general. At this point I'm down to about $90.
KH9: AA UTG. Raise to 6. Folded around to seat 2 (a different guy from hand 1). He raises to 15. Shove, call. AA holds up and the Kid is BACK BABY!!
There were a few small wins after that, but I realized that it was almost 1:00 AM and I was turning Tootsie into a poker widow. I colored up my white chips, toked the dealer and tipped my cap. Final Day 1 tally: up $26. Not the best day but it beats a sharp stick to the eye.
One downer, on my AA hand, as it was running, he turns over his KK and with a knowing look, says to me, "aces?" I nod with what I hoped was sympathy and said, "sorry. Well, not really, but you know what I mean." And I realized that that was a pretty shitty thing to say. And for some reason rather than immediately apologizing and saying that I didn't intend to sound like a jackass, I just said nothing - so he's the guy who's not my biggest fan I mentioned in the title to this post.
Will keep y'all posted about Day 2 when it's done. Meantime, stay cool mah brothers and sisters.