Honestly, I've got a pretty cushy job, and really have nothing to bitch about. Flexible schedule, telecommuting one day a week, and I can do the work itself in my sleep. Not much in the way of bosses yapping at me, a minimum of corporate bs to deal with, the whole nine yards.
Except it's deathly, deathly boring. It engages all of .026% of my brain. La la la.
So I've been sitting here thinking about, you guessed it, poker. As embarassing as it was to exit the Monty Memorial blogger tournament last night so soon (I think I was 75th of 77), I can't say I would have played the hand that doomed me much differently. I decided to slow-play AA, since it was relatively early and I'd rather try to double up instead of simply taking down the blinds with a normal raise of 4-6BB. Other than Sloejack the table was playing fairly tight and I didn't think I'd get much action from EP with a big raise. So I just raised 2BB to get some action. BB called (and I think someone else in MP, but they folded soon thereafter and weren't a factor in the hand).
Thanks to Pacific's craptacular hand history support (or lack thereof), I can't remember the exact flop, but it was something like 4 J A, rainbow. Feeling pretty good, BB makes a smallish bet and I just call. Turn was a Q. BB bet something like 300. Hmm. I considered pushing all-in here, but didn't. There was no flush potential and I had top set. He could be on a straight draw, but I didn't think so, given the size of the overbet (and general tight play up to this point). I was fairly sure he was holding two pair (at best) and I was willing to just call and let him chase the boat and not be able to get away from his two pair to a big bet on the river.
River is a harmless rag. BB bets 500. Hmm. Now I'm rethinking matters, wondering if he's holding K 10 and hit the straight on the turn. The more I sit there, the more I'm worried. If I call I have still have T400 or so to take one last stab. I can't fold. I briefly consider pushing all-in, only because he didn't put me all in himself, only betting 500, but I'm feeling sucked in as it is, so I just call. He flips over K 10 o. Meh.
So yeah, slow play can bite you in the ass. I probably should have raised it up on the flop, to make him pay more to chase the gutshot, but it's hard to fear a four-outer at that stage. I slow-played the aces to try to double up and got exactly (almost) what I wanted. Sometimes it just doesn't work out.