extreme poker

Saturday 2am to 6am had the Empire nicely sewn-up for a moderate but safely won £350 profit.

Saturday 7pm to 10pm had the Empire nicely sewn-up for a moderate but safely won further £200 profit.

Saturday 10pm to 1am had my Empire nicely sewn-up for a moderate but safely lost £700, courtesy of the Baron. Two hands of note:

1. The Baron and I get it all in on the flop, me with top and bottom pair, him with top pair, a flush draw and a gutshot. His %age advantage holds to take down the first biggish pot of the last few hours with a straight.
2. The Baron and I induce the only other big stack on the table to shove into us with AJ after I flop middle set on an A45 board and somewhat predictably the Baron has 23o. Baron takes down a £700 pot that I could almost taste.

We had the rest of the table in knots for the entire night, everyone else afraid to put a chip in the pot for fear of being outrun, outplayed or outgunned. Unforunately though it was really only Tom and I that were willing to play for stacks, and so in the end we just pushed the chips back and forth between us until we found the two only meaningful situations of the night. Despite being behind when the money went in on both hands, losing with 2-pair versus 1 feels horrible; and even though he had the implied odds to call after I raised my red fives and found four callers,  it still felt like an absolutely horrific bad beat to lose with a set versus such a  rag hand.

Sigh…

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