The dead stretch came to a close last night, as Dan and I hit up Commerce in the afternoon yesterday. We sat in a newly formed 9/18 game, and I have to say that initially the table was pretty horrible. You can always tell when you get 3 or 4 blind chops each orbit in a full-handed game. Fortunately, this was short-lived and the game got quite a bit better by early evening.
Dan basically ran over the table. He was up over 3 racks at one point fairly early in the night. I was unfortunately on the wrong side of variance. I was stuck a little over two racks before a few hands started to hold up. The game got better and better as the night progressed, and I was not stuck much any more when midnight struck. It was around then that Dan took off... he had to work today.
The game was really, really good after midnight. It no longer amazes me when people cold call 3 bets cold with J6s in a game that is a few steps above the lowest limits offered. 9/18 is still considered low-limits, but a bad night and you're going to be out close to a grand. You'd think that players with no real clue would have just as much fun playing smaller. Surely, they're not playing to make money.
By 2am I was completely unstuck and treaded water for a while. I managed to win just shy of a rack by the time I left at five in the morning. Money won is twice as sweet as money earned, but money won after being stuck like a pig for 10 hours is even sweeter.
Okay, off to do some last minute Christmas shopping. Check you all later.