Activity has been pretty light in the community lately. That's too bad. I've always enjoyed reading questions and comments and stories here.
I was in Vegas this weekend, not entirely of my own volition, but as long as I was there I was going to play some 1-2 NL at the Stratosphere. It was every solid player's wet dream. 8 out of 10 players with holes in their game you could drive a truck through. And I did drive my tiny stack through most of them.
Except, of course, 'Big Daddy'
Big Daddy liked to play a straddle both in the 3rd seat AND on the button, something the Stratosphere allows.
Big Daddy liked to raise up with terrible hands something like 6X to 10X BB from his straddle.
I cought a mediocre suited ace against one of Big Daddy's Donk raises from the 3rd seat after straddling. So I called.
The flop came A 8 6 with two spades, so of course, having my pair of aces, I put him on some rediculous draw and tap him tight, to the tune of $300 (into a $40-$60 pot). He calls with QJ flush draw and hits his draw, of course. My $600 pot gone.
This is not just some sob story about having an opponent hit some 2-1 draw or worse for a ton of chips. Oh no. It's what happened next that was the most hillarious and memorable poker experience of my entire poker life.
"Who's you daddy! I'm you daddy, little boy. Time to go to sleep now, bye bye!" Big Daddy just went crazy talking shit like I've never heard before! Hence the name, bid Daddy.
Psychologically, that game was the biggest victory of my entire life. Because I absolutely, positively was not flustered a single bit. I don't care what you say about plaing a mediocre hand that could have been dominated by a better ace. I had a line on Big Daddy, 100%, and I knew exactly where he was at at all times, and I patiently waited and got it all in when I had the best of it, and lost. So I just smiled and said, ok, next hand.
I played on for hours and hours more, continuing to exploit the supreme softness of this game at the Stratosphere. I mean, this game was Jello. It was lemon merengue pie. I have never met so many people willing to put money on a poker table without even a clue in my entire life. It really was magical.
And Big Daddy? He continued to play cheese one hand after another, and against this field, he was losing a ton of money most of the time but winning even more when he hit his hands. He really thought he was the Big Poker Daddy of the universe. He even went through exactly the same shit talking routine after hitting a flush against another guy for a huge pot!
So, if you ever meet a mid-sized, stocky, middle-eastern looking gentelman in sweatpants and a t-shirt asking "who's your daddy?" after showing down some rediculous cheese he just caught a hand with, tell him I said hi, and ask him if he's enjoying my money. =)