Originally posted by Wriggers
What is the single most memorable moment in your poker career? Be it one of those fabled 'Aha' moments, a particular hand, whatever...
When I first played live poker about 6 years ago (after Paradise gave me a series of bad beats of course), I walked into the card room in Southern California with two buy-ins for the $3-5 game, which was $600 total. A standard buy-in back then was 50BB. I ended up winning about $3,000 that day, which was 35% of my BR.
The following night, I went to the casino with $600 again. I had a tilt problem where I kept re-buying if I lose and I had a difficult time quitting. Bringing only $600 forced me to go home if I lose. And by the time I get home, I'm either too lazy or too annoyed to go back to the casino.
That night, I bought in for the $3-5 game. But instead of sitting down and played, I went to the "high-stakes" section, which was $5-10 and the buy-in was $500. I had recently read Barry Greenstein's "Ace on the River" where he said the highest stake is often SOFTER than the second highest stake. So naturally, I moved up.
I was doing well all night and was re-raising this guy constantly. I asked Barry what I should do against aggressive opponents and he said re-raise them a lot. So that's what I did.
Eventually, he got sick of it and we got into this massive hand.
I have 66.
He opened. I re-raised pre-flop.
Flop is 742 rainbow (I *think*). I bet, he calls.
Turn is 3, putting a backdoor flush out there. He massively overbet shoves for all my money. I tanked.
The pot was to be over $5,000 at this point, this was by far the biggest pot I had ever played.
I was taking forever, even for live poker standards. Everyone in the high-stakes section stopped what they were doing and were watching the hand. Finally, after about 15-20 minutes, the floor manager started counting down.
I was sitting there counting my chips but the thought of how suck would it feel if I called and lose all these chips kept running through my mind. Then I thought about folding and booked a win. Then for whatever reason, I told myself to calm the fk down and don't think about the chips. Go through what hands he had.
I finally called. The river was a 9 or an 8. He didn't do anything. I showed 66. Everyone was silenced. Villain shook his head and threw his hand in the muck. Everyone grasp. Remember, this was in 2004-2005, making a call like this was a big deal.
Villain couldn't believe I made that call and proceeded to tilt off until his stack was gone.
The next day, he saw me and said he couldn't believe I called. He then said he went straight to the Blackjack table and tilted more money.
So in over two days, I doubled my bankroll. The smell of money was also sweet.
BTW, at this point, I didn't know anything about bankroll management. To me, 10 buy-ins was more than enough to play a game.
Looking back, I realized how lucky I was. Luck plays a MASSIVE role on a lot of poker players' careers. If I lost that hand, I'm not sure what would happen. I would probably get to where I am today because the games were very soft, but it would definitely delay my rise through the ranks.