Having stumbled into a rut of playing online all the time recently I ventured along to a nearby pub’s regular game yesterday just to get some face-to-face action back into my system. There’s not much call for a ‘game face’ in cyber world and I didn’t want to get too rusty. This was my first time in the cheap weekly pub tournament that, unsurprisingly, brings in a hardcore of regular players and a spattering of generally inexperienced newcomers. I was more than happy for several of the regulars to assume I was inexperienced just because they hadn’t seen my face before. Even better, after one particularly outrageous pot win I was dismissed as incompetent as well as a novice. Such is the power of table image that one or two players were still disbelieving when I was heads-up for the tournament several hours later.
The incident that would define my reputation for the evening occurred after half an hour of highly uneventful poker where I did very little other than establish what the blind structure was and fold a lot. The format offered an initial buy-in of 1500 chips, with an option of 2000 for a minimal additional fee. There would then be a free reload of 1500 chips for anybody busting out in the first hour, or as an add-on for everybody else. With the blinds guaranteed to soar later on and only 3 places paying out of 21 starters I realised that early chip accumulation was vital to compete. With that I mind I made my move.
The table play had been generally passive with ABC poker the order of the day. I soon felt that anybody getting out of line by becoming more aggressive and playing a wider range was liable to take a few pots cheaply or at least get themselves noticed. When I raised up behind a timid limper with 9-2o from a late seat I thought it might liven things up. This would prove to be an understatement. My raise was followed by a short-stack moving all-in and two further players, including the initial limper calling her bet. Suddenly the play was back on me with 2600 already in the pot and a further 450 chips required to see a guaranteed flop. I quickly checked my cards and still saw the miserable 9-2o staring back at me but felt that I now had value to call to see the ensuing board of 7-9-J. The three players in front of me all checked. I was last to act and had little hesitation in pushing my remaining 1100 chips into the middle. I had hit second pair, with an admittedly terrible kicker, but as flops went for this hand it looked reasonable. There was some chance I was actually ahead and I was likely to have a few outs if not. With such a big pot built up already I was fully, and unashamedly, committed to my trash hand. To my initial disappointment I was quickly called by J-10 before the other player with extra chips folded. The all-in hand held the equally scary Q-10. Moments later I spiked another 9 on the turn and the river drew a blank to rake in 5250 chips with a badbeat to the resounding horror of my rivals.
Now I was very lucky to win. That much can’t be denied. But interestingly for me most of the players at the table simply couldn’t fathom how this awful thing could have happened. I mean surely everybody knows –even an incompetent newcomer – that 9-2o is a bad hand that must be folded! For my part I made sure I looked suitably embarrassed and muttered something about ‘not knowing what I was doing.’ Defending myself by citing my poker CV would have been crass and foolish as it could have destroyed a table image that a half-decent player can only dream of. I had to keep up the hustle.
Firstly, you’ll be relieved to know that I am aware that 9-2o is a poor starting hand. I entered the pot in the interests of play variation with the key considerations that there was no obvious strength in the one hand limped behind me and that I held position. Furthermore, I felt the table was tight enough that I was quite likely to win the pot with a continuation bet on any flop. Crucially, once that initial gamble had been taken I believe my hand broadly ‘played itself’ in a way that thoughtful players should appreciate.
When the play returned to me pre-flop I had to call 450 chips to make it a pot of 3050. From a purely mathematical point-of-view this decision could be justified. Although the table had been quite meek by the standards of a cheap rebuy tournament I had no reason to assume that all three players had top premium hands. If I was up against three hands such as AK, AQ and 6-6 then I would have a 16% chance of winning with 2-9o. The pot odds afforded to me meant that I needed about a 15% chance of victory or better to make it a sound call. Even if I was up against better hands that took me below that 15% threshold I could probably argue my case for calling based on implied odds. Namely, had I made a miracle flop of two pair or better then it’s highly likely that I would have won considerably more from players who were bound to commit the rest of their stacks with strong holdings on a massive pot. Of course at the time I couldn’t know exactly what everybody else had, but in the event I was confronted in the showdown with nothing more than J-10 and Q-10, providing further vindication. Pre-flop, against those two hands alone, I would have had a 24% of winning.
I remain convinced that after the flop (J-9-7) my only move was all-in after the play was checked to me. Of course I wasn’t so naïve that I thought that checking equated to certain weakness but pushing 1100 chips into the 3050 chips already there made sense. If I was called by one opponent then I stood to win the pot of 5250 if successful. I could win this play one time in every five and it would still be a profitable move. As it happens I was in worse shape than I expected after being checked to. After hitting the flop I actually only had a 15% chance of winning against J-10 and Q-10. But I couldn’t have known that and I would argue that the mistake on the flop came from the opponent holding J-10 who flopped very well but didn’t bet, thus increasing the chance of an outdraw. This point is proven by the fact that had I checked the flop he would have lost anyway after the rogue 9 came on the turn.
My final defence would be that it was a rebuy tournament. I made my play knowing that I had more chips in reserve if things went wrong. That makes a big difference to tournament strategy. It can help justify calculated risks that when combined with good fortune can make you look like a lunatic.