Hit the Sands again last night for some 1-2 NL. Finished down $2. It was one of those nights were even though I lost money I felt like a winner. I started out good, winiing a few small pots, but soon I started loosing. It got to the point where I was well into my second stack of reds when a new dealer sat down. I am not superstitious, but when he started dealing I started hitting hands. Its amazing how once I started to get good cards and win pots I also started to win pots without good cards. I mean suddenly I felt comfortable bluffing (once) with nothing but and Ace. I recognized I was in position and it was checked around to me and I made a 1/2 pot bet and with little thought the other players in the pot folded. I hand won several pots at showdown in the last few hands and I made it known that I was running well. I also pulled off a semi-bluff with a small flush draw.
There was one hand that did not go as planned. I was heads up against the lady in seat 2 ( I was in seat 10). She is a fairly solid player, winning every had she got to showdown with. I had lost a big pot to her earlier do to weak play on my part, but I wanted to get some of my money back. I had Q-10 and flopped the nut straight (8 to Q). It was a limp pot and I bet small, $6 and she called. The turn was an A and I bet small again and she called again. The river was a blank I thought about what to represent in order to get paid. If I bet small I think she would call if she had anything. If she was on a draw I wansn't going to get paid at all. I thought maybe if I bet really big she might think I was stealing and call. I threw out $56 into maybe a $30 pot and she insta-folded. Crap.
I think that will be all the poker for this holiday break. Tomorrow is my last day in Pennsylvania, then Sunday I'm off to Colorado again.
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