Session No. 16 Tuesday Evening (6/19)

4/8 Kill: +$280 TSP = 6 Hours BB/Hr: 5.83 BB/Hr
Overall 4/8K (since 4/14): +$3208 TSP = 85 Hrs 30 Min BB/Hr: 4.69BB/Hr
Overall (since 4/14): +$3129 TSP = 87 Hrs 30 Min $/Hr: $35.76/Hr


No time to write...work in 30 mins....I ran gooooooooooooooooot

QQ in huge pot
AK in kill pot
99 set in kill pot
99 first hand I won...played it really well


Okay well I'm updating now. Tommy took off from work early and I only got about four hours of sleep so we could hit up Cache for a decent sized session. Six hours was pretty nice, but I really didn't want to leave...ahhh fuck work.

So I get to my table and an old man from the day before recognized me as I took the number one seat. He joked about how our spots were switched the day before, and I laughed about it with him. NIce guy from Winters, retired, fishes and plays poker now...must be fucking nice. I can't wait to retire...

While I'm talking to the old man Tommy gets seated at the other table. Sounds like he ran pretty bad over there and only started winning pots once he was moved to my table four hours later.

Anyway, the action started out pretty fast for me and I found myself playing my first four hands at the table...all losers. Set mining with 6s, raised AJ, and then playing my blinds bled my stack a little bit...which immediately reminded me of the tale end of my last session where I dropped $215 in my last two hours. Was this the beginning of a cold streak? Fuck...

That all changed though when I was dealt 99 in the cutoff. A few players limped, so I opted to limp behind and set mine. It was still early and I didn't know how people were playing yet, so I didn't want to gorge the pots just yet. The blinds end up completing and we're six handed to a flop of...

Flop: 8 :c: 6 :d: 3 :h:

The small blind led out, Utg raised, and all fold to me. I elect to 3-bet it to see where I'm at. This could easily be Top-pair leading out into top-pair with a better kicker, and I want to put Sb to the test. Sb ends up folding and Utg calls, which tells me I'm very likely to be in the lead.

The turn was a 2:h:

Very nice card. She checks, I bet, and she calls. She only had $6 left at this point, so I'm not sure why she just didn't raise all-in at this point.

The river paired the 3 and she led out for her final $6. I was a little confused and was really hoping I didn't have to reach over and choke her for staying in all the way with A3. Thankfully for mine and her sake she had 77 and I raked in my first pot.

As is the case with most of my sessions lately, I found myself floating in between even and +~$40 or so for the first few hours. I remember thinking coming up $100 would be nice for this session, as I simply couldn't put a good run together. Well, as you can tell from reading my initial post, things would start to heat up.

The start of my big run started out with my Aces getting cracked for $100. I raised pre-flop from the BB after 5 limpers, building a nice pot in case I won. The flop was ridiculously ugly for my black aces.

Flop: 6:h:7:h:9:h:

Wow...sb checks, I bet, a couple players fold, one guy raises, and the rest fold to me so I call.

The turn was a T:d:

I check, he bets, I call.

River was a blank. I check, he bets, I call. He shows T:h:3:h: for a flopped flush, successfully cracking my aces and earning me $72 profit from the hand. I've never been happier to lose to T3-suited...

After that hand the Aces cracked promotion ended and again I was dealt Aces in the BB. I get semi-pissed at the timing, but was ready to maximize. To my delight, Romeo, a regular arch nemesis, raised after one limper, all folded to the sb who called, and I 3-Bet. Everyone calls and we're 4-handed to a flop of...

Flop: K:h:T:d:3:d:

Sb checked to me and I led out, hoping Romeo had AK so he could raise me. Unfortunately he only called, as did the sb.

The turn was a J:h:

Sb checked to me again, and again I bet out, but this time I was somewhat worried. Romeo would play his Jacks just like this against me (he's a bit of a calling station and knows I'm solid), so a set of either J's or T's at this point could be likely. Romeo ends up folding, as does the sb. Weird...I wonder what Romeo had...

The next hand I was dealt Q6 of clubs in the sb. After four people limped in, I opted to limp and hope I find a flush. Instead I flop two pair and win another pot. Kill pot!

Ahhh, I'm rolling now and I have the Kill button on my dealer button! So sweet...I was thinking about popping this pre-flop if given the opportunity because of my image and the fact that I look like I have been straight steamrolling people for the last couple of orbits. I'm getting ancy so I look down at...74os. Weak. No one raise please. The opposite ends up happening as five people find themselves in the pot including me. I obviously check my option and pray for a miracle...

Flop: 7:h:7:c:6:c:

Wow...uhh...thanks? It gets checked to me and I bet out. I get two callers...one is Romeo and the other is an older asian woman who could have been Mimi Tran's sister. Romeo is a complete donk, so he could have anything here, except a seven. He almost never slowplays. Mimi is another story...she has been playing ~solid (for a Cache Creek Player) and has shown the ability to CR.

The turn was a 5:c:

Ugh...disgusting. They both check to me, and I almost check behind. However, Romeo is capable of calling with something other than a flush-draw on that flop, and Mimi probably would have led out with a flush draw on that flop and in LP. I bet and hope for no CR. They both call...phew...

The river was an 8:d:

Ugggggggggh....so freaking weak. Both players check...and I think about betting for a nano-second before I realize I have the ass-end of a straight and no one is calling me with a worse hand...so I checked. Mimi immediately flipped over A:c:9:s: for a higher straight. Freaking donk. Romeo then flipped over 9T for the nut-straight...*sigh* I snapped "what are you guys calling with on that flop?!" and Mimi quickly says "I had the ace of clubs." Yeah, a 3-Flush on that paired flop is sooooo money obviously...I quickly shut my mouth after that as I didn't want to verbally abuse anyone any further. I was playing with donktards and I knew it...so no reason to try and make them play better. Romeo didn't say a word as he stacked the humungous pot that could have been...

I sit around for awhile after that, picking spots here and there, but floating around +$160. Tommy eventually gets moved over and we talk about leaving soon. I fall off a little bit, but quickly caught back up after flopping a couple small sets (44 and 22) and getting paid off nicely. This leads up to a final awesome run.

I get dealt two Red Queens somewhere in MP and I raise. Apparently no one respects me anymore as I get called in five places (wtf?!)

The flop is 9:s:7:s:2:c:

It gets checked to me and I bet. I get one caller (seat 3), absolute donktard calling station. Then seat 4 raised it up. This guy has been playing everything super aggressively, and I knew I was so far ahead of most of his range here. Three players call his raise (wtf??!@!) and I three-bet. Fuck you seat four, you're not running me over. I'm Nik Santi and if I'm not ahead now, I fucking will be later, cause I run goooooooooooooooot. All call.

The turn was an 8:h:

Ugh...gross card. Checked to me, I bet, EVERYONE calls (WTF does everyone have?!).

The river was a 2:d:

Ha! Eat shit bitches. Checked to me, I bet. Donktard calling station in seat 3 calls, everyone else folds. I show QQ and take in a monster.

After that I won a small pot with KJs after raising pre-flop, then another small-ish pot with AK on my Kill-blind, raised three limpers, and then took the pot down on the flop when it came Ace-High.

Nothing too exciting after that...and I dropped around $40 before finally leaving. It's always fun leaving up $280 when you only expect to win about $100 or so. $600 week so far, and I'm either going back Friday or Saturday. Wish me luck.