Dublin
Spent two nights and three days in Dublin this week. Whilst I enjoy going to London, I find Dublin much more relaxing and much more friendly. Whilst London generally there is more money to be won and more variety, the cash games in Dublin are generally looser and better fun. Also the exchange rate on the Euro makes the game cheaper!!
Unfortunately for me, this trip was not successful ending up losing E440. For the purposes of my records I will use the exchange rate £1 - E1.65.
BAD SLOW ROLL
On the first night, I quit early for fear of tilting of a lot of money. In generally a bad beat wont tilt me anymore, however I was very badly slow rolled and this really angered me, so much so I really felt like simply punching the perpetrator. I didn't like feeling this way and so after a few more hands and a bit of thought, I felt it wise to walk away.
This is the scenario. The game is PLHE, E50 game blinds of 1-2. At the table is a guy three to my right. I would describe him as a stereotypical uneducated (in the game) bluffer. He would raise with any attractive cards in any position, and then bet any flop and keep betting until someone passed. I felt I had a read on this guy and he managed to get all of his chips in on a board of Q82 with KJ. I called him down with 78 suited, and the turn and river didn't help him. He re bought for E100 and the very next hand raised again. I was BB by this point and called with 56d. There was a further player in the pot who was in EP and had limped then called the raise.
The flop came down J63 rainbow. I checked as did the limper, and the raiser bet the pot, and I again re raised, trying to shut the limper out. This worked and the bluffer called. The turn came a 5 and the river a 4.
I declared two pair and tuned my cards over, confident I was ahead. He showed me the ace of hearts, and the dealer began to push the chips my way. As he did the bluffer revealed a seven for a runner runner straight. I struggled (and boy did I struggle hard not to launch myself at him). This for my mind is completely unacceptable. Lets face it, it only cost me E100, but the pot was 215 and the fact that he had so blatantly slow rolled me was a disgrace. To the dealers and the clubs (fitzwilliam) credit, he immediately and quite rightly criticised the moron for what his behaviour.
The funny thing was when he turned to the player on his right and called me the idiot for raising with second pair...........!!! (I love players like this - How am I the idiot if I call when I'm ahead?) Then when I challenged him on calling me an idiot, he said "I wasn't calling you an idiot", to which the person he was talking to looked at me uncomfortably as if to say - "yes he did" Anyway after a few more hands I walked away, knowing I was angry and knowing I was not in the right frame of mind to play.
Night two came and went, and i enjoyed an hour or so playing with Barry Martin, who was at the club with Derek Kelly for dinner. As someone who uses the club the guys have been part of in London, it was nice to gt to meet Barry, although Derek didn't come over.
Overall still love Dublin!
Best Wishes
Unfortunately for me, this trip was not successful ending up losing E440. For the purposes of my records I will use the exchange rate £1 - E1.65.
BAD SLOW ROLL
On the first night, I quit early for fear of tilting of a lot of money. In generally a bad beat wont tilt me anymore, however I was very badly slow rolled and this really angered me, so much so I really felt like simply punching the perpetrator. I didn't like feeling this way and so after a few more hands and a bit of thought, I felt it wise to walk away.
This is the scenario. The game is PLHE, E50 game blinds of 1-2. At the table is a guy three to my right. I would describe him as a stereotypical uneducated (in the game) bluffer. He would raise with any attractive cards in any position, and then bet any flop and keep betting until someone passed. I felt I had a read on this guy and he managed to get all of his chips in on a board of Q82 with KJ. I called him down with 78 suited, and the turn and river didn't help him. He re bought for E100 and the very next hand raised again. I was BB by this point and called with 56d. There was a further player in the pot who was in EP and had limped then called the raise.
The flop came down J63 rainbow. I checked as did the limper, and the raiser bet the pot, and I again re raised, trying to shut the limper out. This worked and the bluffer called. The turn came a 5 and the river a 4.
I declared two pair and tuned my cards over, confident I was ahead. He showed me the ace of hearts, and the dealer began to push the chips my way. As he did the bluffer revealed a seven for a runner runner straight. I struggled (and boy did I struggle hard not to launch myself at him). This for my mind is completely unacceptable. Lets face it, it only cost me E100, but the pot was 215 and the fact that he had so blatantly slow rolled me was a disgrace. To the dealers and the clubs (fitzwilliam) credit, he immediately and quite rightly criticised the moron for what his behaviour.
The funny thing was when he turned to the player on his right and called me the idiot for raising with second pair...........!!! (I love players like this - How am I the idiot if I call when I'm ahead?) Then when I challenged him on calling me an idiot, he said "I wasn't calling you an idiot", to which the person he was talking to looked at me uncomfortably as if to say - "yes he did" Anyway after a few more hands I walked away, knowing I was angry and knowing I was not in the right frame of mind to play.
Night two came and went, and i enjoyed an hour or so playing with Barry Martin, who was at the club with Derek Kelly for dinner. As someone who uses the club the guys have been part of in London, it was nice to gt to meet Barry, although Derek didn't come over.
Overall still love Dublin!
Best Wishes
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