Who sucks more?
REASON WHY I SUCK MORE: I shouldn't have been in the hand in the first place. I had K7o, fer cryin' out loud. (Warning: Loser's justification ahead.) But I was in late position, and everyone in front of me had folded, mostly because they had timed out (if you play large freerolls, you know how that first hand goes), leaving the button and blinds behind me. I figured the odds were better than even that anyone with a good hand behind me might also time out, and that anyone who was there would fold when I raised the the $20 blind to $125. But I forgot evilbilly's second rule of freerolls: People will take insane risks early on to try to build a big stack, since they have nothing invested and would rather bust out early than spend all that time to bust out on the bubble, thinking to themselves, "Oh well, it's just a freeroll."
REASON HE SUCKS MORE: He called all-in with A-high! WTF was he thinking?
Anyway, flop came K-high, giving me top pair. I bet $300, which is just a hair more than the size of the pot. He calls. My thoughts: "Uh-oh. He definitely has me outkicked." Turn brings a third heart. "Maybe there's hope. If he only had me outkicked, then maybe he'll fold to strong bet now that the flush draw hit. Unless, of course, he had the flush draw. Only one way to find out." I bet all-in. He calls. I have a half-second to curse myself for betting into the made flush, when he turns over his cards showing only AJo, no flush, not even a pair. (Okay, I realize he still has a flush draw, but come on! All-in?) I now have two full seconds to congratulate myself for doubling up on the first hand, when the fourth heart hits the board, making me a flush with my 7, and him one with his A.
Oh well, it was just a freeroll.
But above I mentioned the evilbilly's second rule of freerolls, meaning there must be a first. And I'll bet you're wondering what it is. It is, only play freerolls when drunk.
I stumbled on this rule the other night, having just made my contribution to the housework by cleaning all the beer out of the fridge. I quickly found that my stupor came with the side-benefit of producing just the right combination of balls and stupidity needed to succeed at freerolls, and I spent nearly the entire night in the top 10 in chips. And I can quite honestly say that I was only able to achieve my lofty stature on the leaderboard, not by playing brilliant poker, but by making completely boneheaded plays that require a good buzz to truly appreciate.
Of course, I did just say "nearly the entire night," which leads me to the corollary to evilbilly's first rule of freerolls: When you have achieved optimal drunkenness for freeroll success, make sure there is enough alcohol in the house to maintain it. After the third break, I had sobered up far too much, and I ended up going out 63rd, when only 40 paid. This transpired about 5 minutes after I had built my stack to over $90,000 and had moved back into the top five, at which time I looked at how many players remained and seriously considered logging out and autoplaying my way into the money, letting the chips fall where they may, so to speak. But no. I couldn't do that, and that and my newfound sobriety are why I didn't finish in the money.
And that leads me to end this post with the familiar refrain (all together now):
Oh well, it was just a freeroll.
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