25 hours of poker; $20 profit

Just got back from Reno last night; I played sooo much poker and I only made a profit of about $.80 an hour. Most poker pros will tell you that good players should average 1 big bet an hour profit at the tables, meaning that if you play $3-6, you should be making $6 an hour (in the long run). I didn't meet that quota this weekend.

I blame El Dorado - I mean, look at their blind structure! It's a $3-6 table, but the blinds are $1 and $2?? To raise it up, you make it $5 to go?? That makes no sense, and no casino ever has a structure like that. Oh, and I guess I played horribly too over at El Dorado, but that's not the point.

So I won about $250 over at Peppermill, but dropped about $230 over at El Dorado. Let me tell you that the sharks in Reno have moved to El Dorado. So if you're looking to make some money, I suggest you stick to $3-6 over at Peppermill. I actually am becoming quite fond of $4-8 kill. Seems the players are more predictable and they tend to respect your bets more.

The hand of the weekend went as follows. I'm dealt KK under the gun at $4-8. I raise it up and make it two bets to go. The guy directly to my left calls, someone else calls and the rest of the table folds. The board comes down A36. Now when you're holding pocket Kings, any ace on the board is supa scary. But I bet out hoping that someone doesn't raise. The guy to my left raises. The other guy folds. Now I'm at a decision: should I fold and save myself about $30 or is this guy bluffing me? I tell the table "time" meaning I get time out to consider my decision. I close my eyes and the guy to my left waits impatiently. I've never seen this guy play, so I'm not sure if he's a bluffer or if he's tight aggressive. Somehow I knew he was just raising and bluffing his position. So I call. I check-call it down and he only has 77. I sweep in about $70 worth of chips while he complains like crazy. "This guy calls me down, even though he knows he's beat!" Which is completely untrue - I didn't know i was beat; in fact I had a feeling that this guy was full of crizzap. I just smiled at that guy and said "nice hand." But in my head, I'm like "what a call, Jay! Nice try, ya jerk."