As mentioned two weeks ago, the histories of Indiana and Illinois gambling are intertwined. Many riverboat casinos along Lake Michigan are considered to be Chicago-area tourist attractions, but several reside across the state line, in Indiana. It gets even more confusing when you consider that East Chicago is an Indiana city.
Not as bad as having two Kansas Cities across the state line from each other, but it's getting there. Gambling in Indiana had an auspicious beginning.
Today I will begin by asking a simple question. It is your turn to act. You have two low cards. A possible draw to the second nut low, perhaps a deuce and trey. Should you call?
The answer to this question depends upon a number of factors including, to name a few:
a. Are you in the blinds?
b. What is your position in relation to the blinds?
c. How many players before you have called?
d. Has the pot been raised or re-raised?
e. Is the game loose or tight?
April 5, 2004
As we continue to search out elements of our play that might be more closely examined for possible weakness in order to set a goal for improvement, let's discuss overcalling. To overcall is to call a bet that a player or players to your right have already called.
In May of 2004, almost 2600 poker players put down $10,000 in order to take their shot at becoming World Champion at the World Series of Poker. Anyone who even remotely follows poker knows that it was Connecticut patent attorney, Greg "Fossilman" Raymer who took home the the top prize, $5,000,000. ESPN was on hand to film this grueling seven day event, which is available in a three DVD set.
If I told you that one of the keys to poker success is to make good calls, you'd just yawn and say, "Who didn't know that."
Well, what if I told you that one of the keys to poker success was to make bad calls? You wouldn't yawn then, would you?
Well, that's what I'm telling you. My column today is about how to make bad calls profitably. It's actually a lecture that I delivered years ago on the Internet.
And, by the way, I'm not just talking about making calls with hands that are likely to lose, but the pot's so darn big you've just got to do it. I'm talking about something else.
In 2004, Hurricane Ivan swept up the east coast. It's remnants dumped several inches of rain onto my area in a couple of hours worth of time. I woke up the next morning to find about three feet of nasty, brown floodwater pooled in my basement. It was a truly bad beat. I lost my furnace, washer and dryer, sofa, television, microwave, and even some poker supplies! It swallowed several days worth of time as my wife and I cleaned up the complete mess, and it cost several thousand dollars to replace the ruined items.
Donna Francesca says, "Gyp asked me to look through his nonno's things for something about a Card House. This was all I could find."
It's a $25 poker chip from a notorious bust-out joint called THE LIMP INN.
"I must get back home," say Donna Francesca, "Ever since his father and nephew were killed by this double-barreled shotgun-wielding maniac, my son Paulo worries I will die in the same manner." I walk her out to the street where Vittorio and Jake stand by her town car. I open her car door. She stops, asks, "What is a bust-out joint?"
Read the first part of this article.
"What are you doing this weekend, Joe?" Hobby asked.
I try to keep up the semblance of being a writer. "I'm working on a story. What's up?"
"It's the annual Avalon Poker Run. I signed you up; we can bring the girls along, too."
I agreed. Inviting Kim- with whom I am seriously behind in brownie points after forgetting our last date-may get me back in her good graces. She asked if she could show off her new bikini. I readily concurred; too bad if others were jealous.