As I said in the last post, I expunged the Venetian demon effectively, so I decided I should keep that Mojo going by revisiting the Flamingo, where I've had such wonderful bad beats as AA vs. AA. Need I say more?
One plus, and something happening more often in Vegas and elsewhere, the neat USB outlets to plug in your devices. I had no idea when Melissa would be done, so I needed the phone charged, but my aim was, quite simply, to leave up. Kill the bad Flamingo mojo.
And I did.
First off - the table I sat in might have been the tightest table I have ever sat in, save some friendly home game. It was so tight that I started raising to $8 with even marginal hands late - fold, fold, fold, fold. People seemed miffed that I was quickly captainning the table, but no one seemed to want to do anything about it, either. To add to that, this one dude who I was swear might have had some sort of mental defect kept getting up and leaving, to the point where a lot of the players were asking the floor to remove him. He was immediately to my right and was making some ridiculous bets, so I mostly just stayed out of his way, lest I get sucked out on - of course, I couldn't resist raising him with 27off in the BB and showing him when he folded.
I wish I could say something interesting happened, but I just hit a lot of flops....set of 4's, set of 6's, typical trap, rake in the pot. Couple that with the tightness of the table, it was all too easy. I got a call that it was time to go after about 2 hours when I came up with AsJs, I made it $11 and got one caller. Board comes out all low, two spades. New guy at the table, with PokerStars/EPT jacket (but still just as tight as everyone else) donk bets the flop for $20, and I call. Turn is no spade, but a Jack. He checks, and I bet out $25, and he calls! The river is an Ad and gives me two pair. PS guy thinks for a fee seconds, and rolls out $50. While I thought he might have hit a set with ne of those low cards, I read that he really liked that ace. I had him covered by about $100, so I shoved. So did he - and he tables AQ. Cha-ching!
I play nice and fold for a few orbits to make sure no one blames me for a hit and run, and I'm gone, with a profit of $250. I cast thee out, demon!
All in all, a fun couple of days of poker. I'll be probably be back right before Thanksgiving in November, but I'm sure I'll have something else to talk about before then.
edge
Wednesday, September 23, 2015
Tuesday, September 22, 2015
Vegas, Sept 18-21, Part 1
Rather last-minute, but my new lady friend Melissa(yes, in the romantic sense) was working a job in Las Vegas, and we've reached a point where it was totally unspoken that of course, I would join her.
Let the poker commence!
The first night we met up with some of her friends that happened to be in town at Caesar's. We ate at Trevi in the Canal Shoppes, quite good, then made our way to Fizz for some cocktails, where I think we were both propositioned and invited to a swingers party. But I digress....
I woke up a bit later than I wanted, but the afternoon was fairly free until Melissa was done, so I headed over to the new Caesar's room that I have yet to see. We were staying at Bally's, but I hate the low ceilings in that room, so I would not be going there. This was a bit of a frustrating first session, where I re-learned the '1/2 player betting te river probably has it' rule, being bested with a two pair a7 from my AK. After a bit of up and down I left $32 down at $168. We ventured over to the Venetian where we met her friends again, all USC fans, to watch the game at LaGasse's. I have no investment in this game, so I bowed out and headed to a place where I haven't had much success historically, but I wanted to blow that hex out - at the Venetian's snooty poker house.
Within four hands I was dealt the dreaded pocket Kings. I was in the hand with a fellow who was talking to the man to his left - the man to hs left, we've all had this guy before ---"Oh yes, I stone bubbled the Collossus/Jonathan Little and I had coffee/I normally dont play these limits..." you know what I mean. The other guy was foreign from the accent I couldn't place, but he had Beats headphones and obviously fancied himself quite the player as he inserted comments with this fellow about all the wonderful WSOP stories he had. Trying to contain the vomit in my mouth from all this banter, I raised three limpers to $15. One caller across the table, as well as Foreign guy. WSOP talker, out of the hand, took his typical Im-oh-so-serious-im going-to-look-for-your-tells pose.
The flop is a relatively harmless J58, with two hearts, and I have the heart K. Foreign guy leads out for 25. Hm. I quickly make it $70. He asks how much that is, thinks for a second and calls. Turn is a brick, and he pushes out $50. I shove it. He tanks, then folds. A tidy sum that broight me up north of $300.
The demise of foreign guy came about 20 minutes later, when I check my option in the BB with j9 off. The flop came k8T, two hearts. I check, foreign guy bets out 15 I believe, and I call. The turn is another heart, I dont recall what, but it was low. Now Foreign guy bets out 25. If he has teo baby hearts, good for him, but I didn't read him there. He limped - then donk bet again like he did before. He hadnt played many hands since KK so I had little concept of his range, but I thought KT might be likely. I've still got the up and down draw, so I call. The river is a beautiful 7, masking my straight perfectly. He bets out 60, and I start the talk.
Me: "Can you beat a straight"
Me: "You don't have hearts."
Me: " I mean, I have the straight.."
FG: "It does not matter."
That's all I needed. I raise him double, he calls, and mucks. He later said he had pocket 8's, but I doubt it. He left soon after. I'm now around $450. I think I flopped a set somewhere in there and won a small pot, and was north of $500 when I made what I thought was a major error. A very beautiful African-American girl sat down - she seemed to know what she was doing, but in the few hands I saw, she seemed pretty straight forward.
I have black AKos and call her $8 bet(I dont tend to 3bet AK in Vegas). Flop comes A63, two hearts. She checks, I bet $17, she calls. The turn comes a heart K. So, now I have two pair, and she bets out $35 bet.
Me: "Hearts?"
Her: smile
Me" "You have Hearts."
Her:" You can pay and find out!"
Hm. I smelled a rat, so I said "This is what I'm folding." and showed. She asked if I really want to know what she had, and she turned over black deuce 5. Why is she raising that? Maybe she was 25 or something, but she bluffed me off successfully.
I left with $467 from $200, the voodoo successfully expunged from that room. The next post will involve exorcising another demon at Flamingo....
edgie
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Let the poker commence!
The first night we met up with some of her friends that happened to be in town at Caesar's. We ate at Trevi in the Canal Shoppes, quite good, then made our way to Fizz for some cocktails, where I think we were both propositioned and invited to a swingers party. But I digress....
I woke up a bit later than I wanted, but the afternoon was fairly free until Melissa was done, so I headed over to the new Caesar's room that I have yet to see. We were staying at Bally's, but I hate the low ceilings in that room, so I would not be going there. This was a bit of a frustrating first session, where I re-learned the '1/2 player betting te river probably has it' rule, being bested with a two pair a7 from my AK. After a bit of up and down I left $32 down at $168. We ventured over to the Venetian where we met her friends again, all USC fans, to watch the game at LaGasse's. I have no investment in this game, so I bowed out and headed to a place where I haven't had much success historically, but I wanted to blow that hex out - at the Venetian's snooty poker house.
Within four hands I was dealt the dreaded pocket Kings. I was in the hand with a fellow who was talking to the man to his left - the man to hs left, we've all had this guy before ---"Oh yes, I stone bubbled the Collossus/Jonathan Little and I had coffee/I normally dont play these limits..." you know what I mean. The other guy was foreign from the accent I couldn't place, but he had Beats headphones and obviously fancied himself quite the player as he inserted comments with this fellow about all the wonderful WSOP stories he had. Trying to contain the vomit in my mouth from all this banter, I raised three limpers to $15. One caller across the table, as well as Foreign guy. WSOP talker, out of the hand, took his typical Im-oh-so-serious-im going-to-look-for-your-tells pose.
The flop is a relatively harmless J58, with two hearts, and I have the heart K. Foreign guy leads out for 25. Hm. I quickly make it $70. He asks how much that is, thinks for a second and calls. Turn is a brick, and he pushes out $50. I shove it. He tanks, then folds. A tidy sum that broight me up north of $300.
The demise of foreign guy came about 20 minutes later, when I check my option in the BB with j9 off. The flop came k8T, two hearts. I check, foreign guy bets out 15 I believe, and I call. The turn is another heart, I dont recall what, but it was low. Now Foreign guy bets out 25. If he has teo baby hearts, good for him, but I didn't read him there. He limped - then donk bet again like he did before. He hadnt played many hands since KK so I had little concept of his range, but I thought KT might be likely. I've still got the up and down draw, so I call. The river is a beautiful 7, masking my straight perfectly. He bets out 60, and I start the talk.
Me: "Can you beat a straight"
Me: "You don't have hearts."
Me: " I mean, I have the straight.."
FG: "It does not matter."
That's all I needed. I raise him double, he calls, and mucks. He later said he had pocket 8's, but I doubt it. He left soon after. I'm now around $450. I think I flopped a set somewhere in there and won a small pot, and was north of $500 when I made what I thought was a major error. A very beautiful African-American girl sat down - she seemed to know what she was doing, but in the few hands I saw, she seemed pretty straight forward.
I have black AKos and call her $8 bet(I dont tend to 3bet AK in Vegas). Flop comes A63, two hearts. She checks, I bet $17, she calls. The turn comes a heart K. So, now I have two pair, and she bets out $35 bet.
Me: "Hearts?"
Her: smile
Me" "You have Hearts."
Her:" You can pay and find out!"
Hm. I smelled a rat, so I said "This is what I'm folding." and showed. She asked if I really want to know what she had, and she turned over black deuce 5. Why is she raising that? Maybe she was 25 or something, but she bluffed me off successfully.
I left with $467 from $200, the voodoo successfully expunged from that room. The next post will involve exorcising another demon at Flamingo....
edgie
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