Played about a five hour session on Saturday night, from 10pm to 3am. I won my first two hands, in the big-blind, and the small blind, so I thought it was going to be a good night. After that, things fell apart, and it was a very good game. Eventually I had to buy another rack, and power my way through it. There was one guy, sitting two to my right, who was getting insanely lucky all the time, although I did overplay a few hands against him, but still J5o, T7o, 74s, ok let's limp under the gun. Of course he was winning, while I was getting pummeled, particularly when I 3-bet him with AQs, after he opened raised with J9s somewhere in the EMP. Don't worry he peels the QJ5 flop, and binks a 9 on the turn.
However sometime around 2 am or so, justice was finally served. My hands finally started holding up, and him limping will all manners of trash, and calling in spots he's not supposed to. By 3 am, he was busto, and I was up $800. Since I had bought in for 3 racks, I have almost 6 racks of chips in front of me. Justice, isn't it sweet?
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