HORSE cashgame 2: Electric Boogaloo

For knowing very little about the non-holdem games, everybody had a lot of fun. We'll probably have HORSE once every other month. Good stuff.

My favorite quote was know-it-all Russ showing me his JT87-ds Omaha/8 hand and telling me, "That's a pretty good hand, right?"

I think I muttered something about it "having possibilities".

Forty Ounce played stud/8 with a big sign next to his chips that read "Scoop me, please."

And Albert went on a nice, slow, simmering tilt to start the evening when I and Adam Jr dropped limit holdem beat after beat on him. I rivered a nine to beat his AJ with my A9 in one tasty instance. On another hand, he three-bet me preflop with position, then we checked it down and he mucked when I showed my unimproved AJo. Huh? "I knew you were calling if I bet, so I just checked." Clearly, this is a man who has momentarily lost confidence.

Tarheel finished down for the evening, and Shawn finished up, both of which were surprising. Albert and Quagmire bled chips during Omaha/8. For guys who appear to know poker (at least NL holdem), their grasp of O/8 needs a lot of work.

Russ was the big winner, despite getting frisky with a lot of mediocre holdings. The deck was very kind to him.

My favorite hand of the evening I lost.

(AA, black)7d in 7-stud for me, and there are a few calls before Russ completes with a 6 showing. I call, and perhaps two others do. On fourth, I catch a Td and it's checked to Russ, who bets. I raise, and everybody else folds. Russ actually states "HP's on a draw" and 3-bets. This is *exactly* what I want him to think, so I smoothcall. I figure my aces are best, and I'm very likely up against a pair of 6's or something wired in the hole. Fourth street didn't help Russ.

Unfortunately, 5th street did. It paired his fourth card, so it would appear I'm behind to 6's and 5's. My fifth is the 8h, so I might look like I've picked up a straight draw of some sort.

Sixth is a brick for us both, and I call once more, figuring my odds are good and any two pair will beat him. Russ actually asks me wtf I'm doing calling. Sadly, seventh is a brick for me as well, and I call crying, just in case Russ was BS'ing with a lonely pair of 5's. He wasn't - he had sixes up. He also mentioned that I played that hand very strangely. I figure I confused my opponent, but I just didn't win the hand.

I finished up for the evening, and I'm looking forward to Ladies Night this coming Sunday for my tourney. Unlike the usual sausage-fest, there will be at least two poker-playing females in attendance.