Minneapolis Club Tournament 2005-04-29
Saturday, April 30th, 2005Editor’s Note: I’m looking for some advice in here, if you play MTTs and/or just want to offer an opinion but don’t want to wade through the whole story, can you please jump down to the section entitled “Busting Out”? Thank you. -Ed.
Screwed
The day started out ominously. It was Friday and I was going to lose vacation again if I didn’t take a day off. I’ve “taken” 4 days off so far this year but this time I decided that the Mrs. and I could enjoy a day together before I went off to the poker tournament later that night.
Well, we didn’t have a very good day off, which put me in a fairly “off” mood. Then I checked my email and I see I had a comment from Hank about my missing the Gourds concert the night before. It said:
11th commandment: thou shalt not miss a Gourds show in your hometown.Verily I say unto thee, you will be punished by bad beats until you repent.
Great, now I’m screwed.
Arrival
The tournament started at 7pm and I was meeting up with Dirk to carpool. The club allows cigars in one of their rooms, coincidently the room with the side games, so in preparation I went to the tobacco store near my house in search of a cigar. The store, which is about 20% bigger than my walk in closet, has changed a bit since I was last there. They’ve basically gone to 90% cigarettes and move to more expensive cigars. I was looking for a simple Aurturo Fuente 8-5-8. I didn’t see them and asked the woman there and she asked me to spell “Arturo” so she could look it up on the computer. Ok, not exactly an expert…Thankfully I remembered where another store was and was able to pick up a couple and I was set (and I come to find out they have a great selection).
I make it to Dirk’s and we head to Dave’s house to convoy. We make a roundabout way down the the venerable Minneapolis Club, despite taking the freeway during the time leading up to a Twins game and an Elton John concert. My friend Jason was playing in this too and we met up at the registration desk.
It’s a $100 buyin, NLHE tournament. They were going to limit it to 120 people, but they didn’t quite fill up this time. The clientele is mainly people in the finance industry. There’s some big money in the room. There’s also a lot of “friends” who are poker players.
We sign in and hit the bar. A Macallan 12, neat, is in my hand a couple of minutes later and then the food spread opens up. We grab a bite and look around.
This event draws a lot of repeat visitors, so a lot of faces were familiar. In addition to that, many of the people have been at Pete’s or Dirk’s home games. Due to this I, Mr. Introvert, spend some time shaking hands and making some small talk with people.
It’s around this time that we check out the table assignments in detail only to find out that Jason (2s), Dirk (6s) and myself (8s) were at the same table.
Great.
We also noted that one guy that made the final table at the last Mpls Club tourney, and has played at Dirk’s home tourney was at our table. We’ve dubbed him the Suckout King (SOK). He is a huge calling station, but has this huge ability to suckout on you. He also plays about 90% of the hands so you never quite know what he has. He’s also very aggressive. He tends to overplay hands, but he always puts you to the test early, so it makes it tough to play against him. He’s in the 4s.
The 5s is a totally newbie. He has to be told how to play, deal, etc. Every hand. He knows what beats what, but he doesn’t really know “how” to play.
There were about 105 people who made it this time. They tried doing 8 person tables, but ours ended up with 9 crowded around a table. The upside was that he was one of the sponsors and when he showed up late he bought the table a round.
Macallan #2 coming my way.
Start
The cards are in the air and on the third hand Jason and SOK get involved in a hand where SOK tried to put Jason all in. Jason folded, deciding that his hand probably wasn’t good enough to go broke on the 3rd hand (it was a tough laydown).
I misdeal on my second deal. Flipped over an ace while dealing it out.
Our table was really tight for a long time. We started with T1000 and nobody was too willing to risk much for a while. Our table actually had a good number of people who knew what they were doing. I’m holding pretty even for a while, then drop down a bit. I’m doing OK and feeling that I can hold my own here.
Because Dirk was at our table, we had two decks going to speed up the action. He like a well run game, and he always provides it, even when he’s not technically running it. We saw a ton of hands compared to a lot of other tables. We are able to grind out a couple people who probably would have lasted longer had we just had 1 deck.
Dirk proceeds to stay alive, doubling through SOK, through a huge suckout. Dirk had him dominated, QJ vs J6 (IIRC), and SOK, of course, flopped a 6. Dirk resucked a Q on the river and stayed alive.
We saw that Sunglasses Guy from Pete’s home game was there too. He was the only one in the room with sunglasses. He also had zero emotion and would not speak at all. He seems like a nice guy and he made the final table, but these games don’t really warrant sunglasses. Oh, and they’re social events, smile a little in between hands or something, everybody else is being social and it’s a little offputting to not be social back. Just a thought.
Jason busts before the break. I don’t remember the details. I have trouble enough remembering my own hands much less anybody else’s. Oh, and I didn’t have my notepad. So, yeah, I need to remember to bring that if I’m going to give decent reports. Sorry ‘bout that.
We make the break and we have 6 people at our table. They try to rebalance them when you get down to four (and I use “try” becuase they don’t that great a job of it, but it was much better this time that last). Shortly after that, we lose the guy between Dirk and I and we’re down to 5.
Dirk is on a smallish stack in the SB when it’s folded around to him. He raises 3xBB or so and I look at my cards and see A♥J♥. I look at his chips and reraise him all in. He thinks for a second and then calls. He flips over A7o and my hand is looking really good. It holds up and I knock him out and we’re down to 4. I’ve got a pretty good stack now and when I’m moved to another table I’m the big stack at the table.
Misplaying a Big Stack
I move to the new table with the big stack and everybody mentions it. I sit to the left of Dave, one of our group. Dirk basically becomes the TD and starts coloring people up. I’m the only one at our table who gets a yellow, 1K, chip. The table starts talking about the intimidation chip.
I proceed to totally misplay my big stack for at least a half hour.
I did not push anything at all. I did not try to represent anything. I totally misplayed the whole situation. When I sat down, I had people on edge due to my stack, and the table was very passive. It was ripe for plucking. There were many times things were folded around to the blinds who would passively play the hand.
I wasn’t getting any real cards, but with a big stack at a passive table, I didn’t really need cards. Unfortunately, I didn’t realize it and adjust until it was too late.
Losing Half My Stack
Finally I’m getting blinded down a bit, but still with my yellow chip. Unfortunately, there are two others with ones now too. I’m UTG and see ATo and decide to try to buy the pot right there. I look around and raise enough to put the two small stacks all in.
I stare in shock as both call.
I flip over my ATo and wait for the others.
AJo
AQo
Can you say “Dominated”?
Two ways?
The flop brings a T and I’m suddenly way ahead. Turn is a brick and I’m feeling good.
Until the Q hits on the river.
I lose about half my stack on that hand and double up a short stack.
Busting Out (Opinions Please)
A bit later I’m down to T1400 and the blinds are 200/400. We’re down to three tables of 8. They pay the final two tables and I am not the shortest stack in the tourney, there were at least 2-3 others with less than me.
Here’s where I need help from you more experienced tourney players…
Blinds 200/400. UTG+1 has T600 and pushes blind. One caller (probably around T2000) and I look at 66. Damn. Ironically I didn’t really want too see anything so I wouldn’t risk going broke.
I struggled for a bit. I show Jason (who’s sweating me), my cards and give him a look. He has one of those pained looks that was exactly what I was feeling.
I called. Pot is now T2400.
Guy on my left raises T800, which coincidently is exactly what I have left. He is either the big stack or close to it at the table, probably close to T3000-T4000. Blinds fold. The original caller calls and I’m looking at being all in with pocket sixes. I’m getting better than 5:1 on my call (if my math was right) and my hand may still be good. Of course, if I’m wrong, I’m out just short of the money.
What do I do?
I called.
I lost.
I think it got down to the river though, but there were about 25 draws on the board and I never improved.
Original short stack busted too so I went out in 23rd, 7 short of the money.
The question is: Given stack sizes, closeness to the money, etc, should I have just folded pre-flop?
Side Games
After busting out I went to the side game room to see what was happening. One table was in the middle of a SNG. The other had 7 people, 4 of which were from our group. It was like that scene in “Rounders” where all the people are playing at the same table in AC. I decided to pass on the games and went back to watch the final tables.
Dry Side Pots
Here’s one thing that bugs me every time at these things: People don’t know basic tournament strategy. I’m not a MTT player by any means, but when it gets close to the money, I know the strategy is to not bet into a dry side pot. Don’t drive out others that may help bust out a small stack.
Time and time again I saw people betting into dry side pots which sometimes caused a short stack to stay in when one of the other guys would fold. I don’t understand what people are thinking. They are so intent on winning one hand that they loose sight of the bigger picture: knocking people out and getting to the money.
sigh
Overview
I had a great time again, and this time I feel I played pretty well, at least for most of the time. I totally misplayed a big stack and it cost me. I had the opportunity to steal a lot, but I got weak and waited for cards.
I never did get a chance to enjoy the cigars that I went out of my way to get, or play in any side games. This time most people left after they got busted out. I think part of it is that the tourney is on a Friday night and people are tired. Last time it was in the middle of winter and people have nothing better to do at night than stay warm in a nice private club. This time a couple groups made their way to Canterbury after they busted. Next time I may drive myself so I can leave if I’m out and game conditions aren’t good. I didn’t really need to stay up until 1am and could have been home 3 hours earlier.
With a first prize of close to $2500, I’ll be looking forward to the next one, even if the overall competition is getting better.