Live Game in Atlantic City (or verbal declarations are binding!)
March 10th, 2007I am going to take a break from my narration of my personal history today to discuss some of my most recent live play activities. I have recently stepped up my efforts to win my way into WPT and WSOP main and circuit events. Hence I have been traveling to Foxwoods and Atlantic City whenever those events come to town in order to attempt to ’satellite’ in to their main events. On that front I must report much frustration. I have entered 5 of the $1000 satellite events to date, with most of them paying around 10-12 entries. I have finished within ten spots or less of the seats in 3 of my attempts. Very frustrating to get that close and fail. I have also entered several of the lower buy in events and have had little success in them as well.
Thank god I still know how to play cash, because as soon as I bust out of an event, I go searching for juicy cash action and I usually find it! After one of my bustouts at the Borgata WPT event, I ended up playing cash at a $2/5 NL table. (Yes I still play $2/5 live from time to time if I don’t find the right conditions at $5/10 or if they don’t have $5/10. Borgata is the only AC casino which consistently offers $5/10 by the way.) This table was playing pretty normally for most cash games in AC and I was able to build my chips up to $750 or so from the initial $500 buy in. The table had a light jovial mood with plenty of verbal jousting going on. My favorite environment for a great, live cash game. The action had been surprisingly tight and I had few opportunities in the next couple hours. The preflop action was surprisingly tight for $2/5 and I started to open up my game a bit by calling some raises with suited connectors. (Students of my game know I hate to normally call raises with suited connectors.)
A tight, fairly solid player opened in middle position for $15, was called by one late position player and I called in the big blind with 56s. Not a standard play by me, but I figured the price was cheap since most raises were coming in for $25 or more on this table. Also, the original raiser and the caller had stacks as big or bigger than mine making the implied odds very good. The flop was JQk with 2 spades. I normally like to lead out when I have a draw, but this flop was very likely to have hit one or both of my opponents and I decide to check. The initial raiser bets $30 into the $45 pot and is raised by the late position caller to $60. I hope that both players stay in which would give me perfect drawing odds and I call the $60 bet. The initial better totally screws up the equation by reraising $100 on top of the $60. The initial raiser folds leaving me heads up. I can now call $100 to win the $325 in the pot plus the implied odds of getting his stack if I hit my draw. His $100 raise tells me he has a very strong made hand at this point and I put him on a set or AT for the made straight. His anxiousness to end the hand now makes me think that a set is his most likely holding. I have 4-1 drawing odds to hit my flush on the next card and I can get away from the hand without too much damage if I miss on the turn. I also think that I have zero fold equity, thus I don’t even consider pushing in this position as some of my more aggressive colleagues recommend.
When a red 4 hits the board on the turn, all these calculations are pretty meaningless. I sit quietly considering my options for a second and look up at my opponent. My opponent is a twenty something ‘kid’. Three quarters of the table are twenty somethings just like himself and that has contributed to the consistent banter on this table. For some reason, my look inspires ‘the kid’ to start talking. ‘Sir, you have gotten yourself in quite the predicament here. If you check, I am going to push and I don’t think you can call. Furthermore, if you bet, whatever amount you bet, I will call. ‘ His smug smile of satisfaction disappears in an instant as I raise one lowly $5 chip from my stack in drop it on the felt in front of me. The whole table cracks up in laughter as they all realize exactly what has happened. ‘The kid’ begins to bluster and says, ‘You can’t do that!….Well, I am going to raise here!’ I reply, ‘No sir, you are not going to raise. You can either place one red chip in the pot as you promised or you can call the floor right now! I am going to bind you to your word SIR!’ ‘The kid’s’ face looks like a teakettle the instant before it is set to boil and the whole table is laughing nervously at his predicament. ‘The kid’ asks the dealer if he can raise and the dealer says no. “Floor!” shouts ‘the kid’. A floorman comes over to the table. Once he gets silence, he asks the dealer what happened. The dealer reports the action and repeats ‘the kids’ statement word for word. The floor asks ‘the kid’ if he said that and he confirms that he did. ‘The kid’ starts to bluster, ‘I only said it so the GENTLEMAN could save his chips. I was trying to be NICE!’ The floorman replies, ‘ I am sorry sir but verbal declarations when heads up are binding. Since you two were heads up when you said that I have to ask you to call and honor your word.’ The kid asks for the floorman’s supervisor who eventually comes over and confirms everything just as the floorman did! At this point, the ‘teakettle’ explodes, hurling obscenities, but luckily for him, at no one in particular. He finally, reluctantly, places one red chip on the felt in front of him and the dealer turns the last card.
The last card is the threatening, but beautiful ace of spades. I instantly push all my remaining chips into the pot. When ‘the kid’ starts boiling over once again, all my lingering doubts are erased and I know I have him. I try to think through what I can say to get him to call. I have remained calm and pretty silent through the whole episode, so I remain silent and try to look nervous as if I am on a bluff here. My eyes dart around the table, looking at different faces, my expression unchanging. ‘The kid’ is so furious and his mouth is berating everyone so quickly that I doubt he saw or noticed any of this. Finally, after literally five minutes of anxious waiting the kid violently shoves his whole stack into the pot. Half of it ends up in the dealer’s tray! I flip over my flush and ‘the kid’ is just foaming at the mouth, he is so furious as he flings his ATo at the dealer.
I was concerned that he may try to physically attack me at this point and I kept my eyes on ’the kid’ as I raked in the substantial pot the dealer pushed in my direction. The kid leaves the table and I breathe a sigh of relief as he storms out of the poker room. A young player next to me turns to me saying, ‘Sir that was the most incredible play I have ever seen! If I don’t win a cent today, that whole hand was well worth my price of admission today!’ ‘Thank you, but I wish my conscience was as comfortable with that sentiment as you are. I really feel bad for ‘the kid’ because I really think, he thought he was trying to save me money with his statements.’
Regardless of my conscience, bear in mind that all verbal declarations at a poker table are binding when heads up!