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Poker Pundit - Jeremy “Chipsteela” Menard - Trouble in Paradise

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A blog of sorts, a story to be told, the true depth of poker is about to unfold:

Alright I’m back with the final installment of my misadventures at the PCA. After spending more than the good part of the night giving praise to the porcelain gods due to a poor choice in lunch that day, I managed to get myself out of bed only 45 minutes after the tournament had begun for Day 2. Though I had no desire to play poker at all that day, I still had a decent stack to work with and I refused to just let it blind away. After all this could be my big break…wait I feel like I’ve said that before.

Anyways, after trudging my way through the 20 minute walk to the tournament room, I took my seat next to none other than Freddy Deeb, Chad Brown, one of the November Nine from this year’s WSOP Main Event, not to mention the LA Dodgers great Orel Hershiser. This was going to be an interesting day.

It must have been pretty obvious to my new tablemates that I wasn’t in the best shape, because as soon as I sat down they were firing off questions wondering what was wrong with me. As soon as I explained my predicament Orel Hershiser began providing all kinds of advice as to the best ways to combat food poisoning. I couldn’t help but listen carefully, as I’m sure the man has been around and knows some things.

Soon after my lovely fiancé came to my rescue with a bottle of Gatorade and some matzo ball soup so I could start to get something back into my body. After that she became known as “The Nurse” to the rest of the table. I can’t complain, she does take pretty good care of me. Once she left, an uproar began as the dealer asked Orel if the baseball he had in front of him was signed by one Burt Bleilevin, who apparently is a famous pitcher back in the day, don’t quote me on that though. Orel immediately responded something like ,“Are you crazy, you’ve dealt to me how many times in my lifetime and you still don’t know that this is my own signature on the ball?” The needling continued for awhile after, and even drew the attention of the camera crew over for a bit. Orel is good people, I bet he’d be a cool guy to grab a beer with.

Though the table talk was getting me back into good spirits, I had absolutely nothing going for me for the first few levels on the felt. I’m pretty sure I didn’t win a single pot in two hours actually, but I was fine not getting too involved since I basically had no energy left in my body. It was just one of those days where I wasn’t getting cards, I missed every flop, and my c-bets weren’t even working out when I did get to the flop. I started to get resigned to my fate that this was just going to end up as another disappointment. A few hands later I picked up A-Ko and managed to double up against K-Jo , but I still had a long way to go. I won another pot by shoving all-in on an aggressive player who opened from mid position with the A-Qs, and finally was back up to over 20bbs. That didn’t last long though.

The very next hand there was significant action starting with a raise from UTG and a flat from a player in middle position. I squeezed my cards to see A-Ko again, and despite the action in front of me I didn’t really even consider folding. The main reason for this was that the player who opened the pot had been playing a lot of hands, and I had no reason to suspect that he had a monster here. The only thing that did cause some alarm for me was the flat call by the player in middle position, but since both these players had deep stacks he could easily be trying to set mine with a medium pair, have some kind of suited connector hand, or just some broadway cards looking to a take a flop in position since he has great implied odds to play these hands.

At this point I had around 25bbs in my stack which I believed gave me plenty of fold equity in this situation, and I thought since I had been playing relatively tighter that I could get a lot of credit and even make hands like T-T fold in this spot, allowing me to take down all the dead money in the pot. I also had another factor working in my favor in that the flat by the mid position player could be scary for the original opener if he did have a decent pair like T-T or even J-J, and if he were to make the call he would have to commit a lot of chips not knowing whether the player who flatted his raise was trapping with a monster pre. Also, at this point I’m willing to race to try to get back into real contention in this thing since you have to be willing to gamble to accumulate chips. After all, I definitely was not trying to be sick and short stacked playing for another 6 hours that day.

After a good amount of thought the original raiser folded, but the player who flatted took significantly less time to make his decision. Actually he snap called and turned over the Q-Q, so it was in fact a race. The drama ended quickly as the flop rolled at Q-Q-2, it’s always nice to be drawing dead after the flop rolls out. Though I busted I was kind of relieved because now I could finally go back to sleep.
There wasn’t much poker played during the rest of the trip, though I did play the 2k event and busted right before dinner break when my A-K had no chance against the K-J. The rest of the trip was pretty chill and culminated in one last dinner with all the boys at Seafire, a nice steak restaurant. I couldn’t have thought of a better way to end the trip as we went back and forth playing “Lodden Thinks” for hundos. This may possibly be the greatest game ever that you may have to Google since its way to complicated to try and explain. I won my fair share then decided why not give it all back when I spotted some Canadian guys I recognized doing Omaha flips in the lobby. It apparently is frowned upon by security when you have large sums of cash changing hands there away from the casino, as they quickly gave us the boot but not fast enough to stop me from losing $500 as I didn’t win a single time. The moral of the story: Never flip with Canadians, they run way too good.

That’s about it from the PCA, I hope you guys enjoyed the wrap up and perhaps learned a thing or two about what you should and shouldn’t eat in the Caribbean. Check back in next time as I return to the online grind and surely will have plenty to talk about.

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