I left DC on Wednesday, Apr 16 to go to the Spring Red/White Game in Lincoln, Nebraska on Apr 19 with a second motive….to play poker! Duh! I usually fly in to Omaha, pickup a rental and drive to Lincoln where I stay and occasionally make the 50 mile drive back to Omaha, go across the Missouri River, and play at Horseshoe in Council Bluffs. This time I skipped the comp at Harrah’s and stayed at Country Inns & Suites where Horseshoe has leased a block of rooms for players. It is also located across the street from Horseshoe. Convenient as I decided max play was in order! Enough of the logistical BS, let the cards fly!
I walked into “The Shoe” around 3:30pm and saw the usual suspects. Most of the regulars were seated at either PLO, 2/5 or 1/3 NL, or the heavy duty 3/6 Limit tables. There was a final table in play from the 11am Tournament, and it was pretty much filled and maxed due to the 9 dealers on the shift in the 18 table room. The poker room here is very nicely kept, with lots of room, great lighting, and super management. Right across from it is JB's Cafe which makes it convenient to step away and eat if you want to leave the table. They will serve at the table as well. I come here at least 5-6 times a year, and the staff and regulars have me ID’ed. I’ve made friends as Midwest folks are truly friendly people, for the most part. I found that I had to wait a bit so I put myself on the 1/3 and 2/5 lists. I still have to get better at the PLO game before I sit down. They gave me the vibrating caller, and I went off to play some slots and kill waiting time.
Obviously, people were glued to their seats as an hour later, I got the call, left a winning slot session, and was seated at a 1/3 table at the 5 seat. A little background here..I always sit down, chill, and stone up so I can observe and watch how play goes. I notice the player in the 4 seat is giving the 20 questions to every player he goes heads up with, obviously looking for info and doing a poor Daniel Negreanu impression. The light switches on. This is the guy that I saw last Thanksgiving who totally went on tilt after losing a hand at a 2/5 game to an inferior player call according to him. He’s a good player who is socially unacceptable. Think minor league Hellmuth here. I’m thankful he’s to my right. Needless to say, it’s inevitable that we get into a hand. I’m at the cutoff with JJ, open at $9, everyone folds, and seat 4 raises $5, I call, and we’re off to the races. The flop is all low, 259 with a flush potential, he bets $10, I call, and a J hits the board on the turn, showing a possible flush draw. He bets $15, I raise to $30, he calls. A 2 lands on the river, he checks, and I bet another $30. So now it starts. “Didn’t hit the flush, huh?" "I know that 2 didn't help ya!" "Sorry to hear that." "You didn't play AK?" He’s looking for the info, and I do my best impression of Penn Gillette’s sidekick Teller. I’m deep in the bunker then think. I decide to hold my breath and get flushed. Listening to words I love to hear, “Well, I have to see what your holding.”, he calls, and I show him the boat. He goes quiet, mucks his cards, gets up and walks away. He comes back after a moment, says “Good hand!” and goes back to work. The rest of the night brought a few small pots my way, and then went silent as I start to go card dead. I enjoyed the show more than anything else as he was entertaining. Oh, he always signs up for games as SHOWTIME. Yawn! More to come…
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