I don’t know about you but I cannot abide “Hollywooding” at the poker table.
There’s one player in particular I’ve noticed while multi tabling sit n gos recently. When you shove all in he always takes until the last second to fold. Every time! He must know full well that he is folding but he puts everyone through this performance every time he faces an all in. It gets tiresome because when you play turbo sit n gos you get to face a lot of all ins!
Maybe the first time you’ll think “close decision there – perhaps he’ll look me up next time.” But by the 20th time it is just a joke. Yeah mate, we get the message, you don’t like being set all in. None of us do.
I can only imagine what an arsewipe he’d be at a live game. I bet he’s one of these players who chirps up whenever anyone raises his blind, trying to draw everyone’s attention to your “loose game” pretending to be good natured, but in reality just moaning and whining and doing everything instead of playing back at you like a man.
Well last Friday I ran into something even more extraordinary. This was Mr Hollywood himself – someone I discovered while playing my Bounty game. He didn’t just Hollywood when somebody raised him. This character would Hollywood if someone limped on to his big blind! Perhaps “Hollywooding” isn’t even the right word to use for this bloke because that implies that some sort of act was going on. He just took the maximum time, or very close to it, over every decision.
The effect this had on the game was something else. This tournament starts at 9pm and usually gets 50 runners (we had 51 on Friday). It has 10 minute levels for the blinds and is always done and dusted by 11.30pm. This game on the other hand?
With Mr Hollywood in attendance it just went on forever. It finally finished at 12.36am, over 3.5 hours after we’d begun. What makes this staggering is that at the first break (at 10pm) we were down to 19 players from the starting 51. We were well ahead of schedule!
Mr Hollywood simply refused to get eliminated and we eventually ended up heads up for 30 dreary hands. But it was three handed where the real agony took place. We entered 3 handed play at 11.25pm. At 12.25am we were still 3 handed. That was a mind boggling 104 hands later! Usually the entire final table is over in less than that. Do bear in mind that most of these 104 pots were done and dusted preflop or on the flop because we were three handed. It was utter torture.
The thing is it just made me try harder. There’s no way I wanted to lose to a player whose only tactic seemed to be to bore everyone to death. I played as if that €100 bounty was the crown jewels. My precious, precious bounty. Even when there were setbacks I stood resolute in the face of tedium. I would not be perturbed! Heads up I turned a 2-1 chip advantage into a 2-1 chip disadvantage. But I just thought “so be it, just means I have to grind HIM down now.” Finally I managed it, with this beautiful hand, 6-2 offsuit. He called my min raise with 8-5 and we flopped 2-5-2. This prompted an all in shove which I gleefully called (I’ve changed the names to protect the innocent). And believe me it was always going to take a hand like that to see the back of this guy.
At the end there was the usual rounds of “wp, gg” and all that. I looked at the time and it was 12.36am, over 3 and a half hours after we’d started. I said truthfully “That was torturous”. And off I went to make a well earned cuppa.
I looked back at the table about 10 minutes later. I’d left the table open (a little habit I’ve got when I win tournaments, as if it somehow extends the glory :) ). And I spotted something in the chat. He had actually said “sorry”.
I feel a bit bad now.