Being good at poker doesn’t necessarily translate to winning at poker. Duh, right? But this obvious statement is particularly true in the short-term. Once in a while a hand will be played that serves as a perfect microcosm for this reality: a player manages to make the incorrect play almost every time he’s faced with a decision; yet, despite himself, he wins the pot.
8-16 limit hold’em, I’m in the big-blind. A maniac on a mega-heater is on my right. Three players limp, and the maniac predictably raises from the small-blind. I look down at 9-9. Based on the way this man had been playing, I was fairly certain I had the best hand. But I don’t like three-betting in this spot. One, it typically fails to slim the field, as three limpers are already in the pot. Two, I have to play the rest of the hand from very early position. And three, there is a good chance the small-blind with four-bet, and I don’t want to play a monstrous pot with 9-9 in the big-blind. So, pre-flop, I just call, as do the three limpers.
The flop is 10c-6h-2s. Now the small-blind maniac checks. This guy is so weird… He could have anything. Really, he could have anything. He could have 7-3 or 10-10. But I don’t like the idea of giving a free card just because this guy is goofy. I want to weed out the players behind me with over-cards, and force goofball to make a choice. So I bet. One limper calls me, and two limpers fold. The small-blind calls.
The turn is the King-of-spades. The small-blind checks again. An argument could definitely be made for betting again. Maintaining aggression is almost always reasonable, and the small-blind could have a hand like Q-J or A-J, and charging him to draw would be ideal. But the field is already slim, just three of us, and I don’t mind saving a big bet here, not knowing where the hell I am. There is a good chance I’m behind, either because of the 10 on the flop or the king on the turn. I check, as does the limper behind me.
The river is a meaningless 3-of-diamonds. This time, the small-blind bets. I contemplate my options. He could very easily be betting with nothing. The guy has no poker instincts at all, and it’s only one more bet to win the pot. I call. The man behind me folds.
The small-blind turns over K-8 of diamonds.
Ooooookay? You could’ve given me twenty-five guesses to pinpoint his hand, even equipped with the knowledge that he’s awful, and I wouldn’t have figured out K-8. I confusedly muck my cards as he scoops yet another pot.
Let’s review, shall we? With three players already in the pot, he decides to raise, from the small-blind, with K-8. Wrong. Then, on a pretty dry board, after being aggressive pre-flop with nothing, he chooses to check the flop. Wrong. After I bet the flop and receive one caller, he thinks it’d be a dandy idea to call a bet! With K-8! On a 10-6-2 diamond-less flop! WRONG, WRONG, WRONG! Then, of course, he nails his three-outer on the turn… and adds ZERO bets to the pot! Wrong. Finally, he decides to bet the best hand on the river and receive a crying call from me.
Wow! How can you make so many wrong decisions and still win? Real funny, poker gods. Real funny.
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Jacob "Jaymind" Westlin is a semi-professional limit hold'em player with a strong, sarcastic wit. Jaymind also frequently contributes to Minnesota Poker Magazine's monthly publication. Email Jaymind at jayjay083@hotmail.com