The Fresh Squeezed Orange Juice table

Last night’s table was JUICY (hence the fresh squeezed!). It was too bad that I had to leave early to help prep my paintball team for a local tournament!

This table was full of fish. While none of them stood out or really did anything funny; they were still terrible players.  I ended up only making 40BB over 3 hrs. The trick at this table was to simply play tight aggressive poker. There was no room for any kind of fancy plays, aside from a check raise thrown in here and there.  The pots I won were taken down w/ solid preflop hands that developed nicely afterwards.

The great thing was that this table “schooled” to raises. What this means is that like a group of fish who school together, these players would do the same to a raise. Most raises were ignored largely by other players, they continually cold called raises. I freely limped suited connectors anywhere but UTG. I knew if a raise came, I would be getting odds to call anyway. While I never made any huge hands w/ these SC’s, I am confident if I had a full night it would have pay huge dividends.

This table was the MASTER of the minimum raise post flop. You bet 5, they raise it another 5. I thought for a minute I sat down at the limit tables! The tells and raises were very transparent. While I never got a chance to make a big raise to an obvious bluff, I was reading hands correctly all night.

The worst player of them all sat to my right. When I sat down he had amassed a decent stack (100-120bb). it was quickly apparent that he was a donkey though. He was raising way too many hands and folding them to re-raises or any pressure on the flop.  I made a few calls in position with a looser selection of hands and took a few nice pots off this hump. Like a typical donkey/fish once his chip stack dwindled, he complained how “dead” this table was. Quite possibly the most ridiculous statement I have heard in WEEKS. Chips were flying all over this table as if they were hot coals!

Hand of the night actually turned out to be my last hand. In the CO I called the BB w/ K3s (spades). Obviously a sub par hand – but I two hands ago, I called the BB in a large pot w/ AJs and when the flop came down, I made a big bet w/ TPTK and showed. I had gotten plenty of comments on being “trappy” before the flop (which is RIDICLOUS, this is the first big hand I limped, but since I was playing tight even my limped hands seemed like monsters I guess!).

Flop:

As 7s 2s

WEE, the nuts!

It is checked around to the button, who makes a small bet. BB re-raises, it folds to me. I cold call. Button folds.

Turn:

9h

BB leads for 1/2 the pot. I flat call.

river:

x (non club….I forget now)

BB checks, I make a small value bet. He INSTA all ins.  Even before I can call, he starts jabbering about how powerful his AI was (even though it was smaller than pot size!! I was getting sick odds to call w/ tons of hands!)

I call and he goes nutty. Telling me I am donkey for calling. He says he KNOWS his Ace is good. I roll over the Nut flush and he goes into speech mode.

“I KNEW I had you crushed before the flop and ON (yes ON!) the FLOP!”

“How can you call my check raise on the flop? God you are terrible! What a donkey!”

I am so stunned to this whole blowup, I don’t say a word. Someone points out he was a 3-2 favorite before the flop and a HUGE dog on the flop. Then he starts into some incoherent talk about how he should have KNOWN he had a set on the flop and I should of folded to it. If he repersents a set, made hands should fold to him.  My head literally started to spin, I expected his head to start spinning 360 degrees and spew pea soup!