There's no need to very ultra specific here. But everyone has had some decent guesses. Personally, I think he plays
A-J, A-7,
K-J, Q-J, J-10, J-8, J-7, 8-8, 6-6, and so on like this. I suppose 7-8 is also possible. There were probably a bunch of other hands that he also could be playing here. I accepted the possibility of J-J, 9-9, 7-7, and 3-3 as being out there but from past experience I expect that this player wouldn't be putting in a pure value bet here and would be looking to shove. And the bigger pairs 10-10+ I think I would have faced a reraise with pre-flop... but they're also possible.
After some thought, and before I called, I really liked the idea of J-7. It struck me as just the sort of hand that he might slow-play on the flop (and it may have been in his range to call pre-flop) to my weak raise. The paired turn would have killed his two pair (if I had a pair) and he might call there in desperation. When I checked the end he might have thought his Js and 9s were good because I would have bet trip 9s.
Regardless of the range... I figured the vast majority of his hands I was ahead of. And I was being offered excellent odds to call. The way he had been playing was so loose that there was no way I could narrow his range enough to assume I had bad odds on the call. I hate making "crying calls" where I think I may be beat but am compelled to make the call... but sometimes that happens.
RESULTS FOLLOW [Below this line in white]:
The villain in this hand, to my utter shock, rolls over J-10. He loses to my Q kicker.
Although this hand was in my possible range... pretty much everything was in my range and I never thought too much about it. It's similar to the J-7 hand but even weaker on the flop. Still, possible to call with considering the pathetically tiny bet I made.
The player considered this an
epic beat and could not get over it. He proceeded to call off the rest of his chips before the blinds were to go up again. He just could not believe that I had beat him in that hand. I have no idea what he put me on. Granted, I don't know what I could have put myself on when facing bets like that.
Still, the pained expression he had for the rest of the time he was in the game (as short as it was) was classic. He'd just look at my chips and moan.
