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.