"Oh yeah, like that degree is useful. What the hell are you going to do with that?"
I'm getting nothing done at work today, which is exactly as it should be with the tide of trip reports rolling in. Reading over events I saw happen or received firsthand accounts of quickly brings back the little moments of happiness and hilarity that were constant on the trip. Last night while playing in the $11 re-buy on Stars (21st place of 820, had a huge stack and should have made the final table), the incident of Blood slapping a dealer in the face popped into my mind, and I laughed for a solid minute. Normally, abuse of pregnant women isn't funny, but in the case of Badblood and his 'roid induced beating of women, there is certainly an exception. Blood, I haven't known you for all that long, and seen you around women even less yet there have already been 2 incidents? Get some help, man. Anyway, back to the Las Vegas trip as I remember it.
I woke up before my alarm on Friday, amazingly, and felt shockingly energized after a shower and lunch. Heading over to the Aladdin for the noon tourney, I was gently hit from behind and briefly feared a mugging, before happily realizing that it was only Otis and Dr. Jeff, heading the same way. After buying in and seeing everyone, I was summarily eliminated when I got too frisky with my big stack, pair, and open-ended straight draw. My bustout freed up plenty of time for one of the many fun blogger tables I would sit at while in Vegas. A number of infamous bloggers sat at that table along with a rotating cast of donkeys, donators, and people that found our antics either hilarious or incredibly annoying. I'd like to take this moment to say G-Rob was playing some awfully good poker on this trip, I saw him brutally sucked out twice at this table for large sums of money. Once by Mr. Luckbox, who in fairness told G-Rob he would defend his limp with a suckout, and once by a man who was determined to call him down with anything and hit his runner runner perfect cards to put Gordon on mega-tilt. The fact that he was so far up on the trip is nothing short of better than mediocre.
I also managed my own suckout at the table, and one that I am none too proud of. Otis has told it better already, and I won't try to defend myself other than to say that I'm an idiot. My intended last hand I raised with J's UTG, re-raised by Otis in late position. I guess I can justify that call with putting Otis on AK, but as I said, I'm a donkey. The flop came out Q x x. I checked like the little bitch I am, Otis bet out maybe half to 3/4 of the pot and I inexplicably called, choosing to maintain an AK posture. The turn card was a J, and we got all the money in. Otis' request for a 2-outer with his K's was not answered, but just to rub it in the dealer added an additional J for me to hit the high hand jackpot of quad J's for $80. I felt bad, but at the same moment the old man goading Otis into pushing was pretty damn hilarious. I should have tipped that dude. . .
After cashing out we made our way to the MGM, walk notable only because G-Rob is a deviant and has probably scarred some kid(s) for life. Enough said on that matter. I knew Friday night would be good when I walked into the room and saw Moneymaker playing a $2/$5 NL game, the omen just seemed there. My night followed the mold of all my poker play, play limit poker with bloggers and lose money but have incredible amounts of fun, play NL poker with donkeys, often silently, and make lots of money. I sat down at a NL game and noticed a HORSE game on the big board. Even knowing I was dead money I still had to sit down, you just don't pass up an opportunity like that. The HORSEP game was my second favorite rotation being only surpassed by Vegas HE, a game that I think I could play forever and not get tired of. Probably my favorite moment of the game was when some random woman sat down in the 3's or the 4's and could not for the life of her figure out our random-ass rotation of games. To say the game was fast and loose would be a bit of an understatement. At one point I made the mistake of folding my rough J in razz on seventh to a nice looking board for Performify. He turned over a full house, and I applauded him on his balls. Nice play, sir.
After leaving that game I joined an absurd $1/$2 NL table that had about $5500 sitting on it. That game was extremely profitable, including my raking a $430 pot with A high and April scooping a giant pot with quad A's. Both pots won from the same guy. The real entertainment of the evening came from watching Phil Gordon's table, and Mrs. Head's masterful defeat of him in roshambo. That was one of the most enjoyable matchups I have ever seen, and the backers of Mrs. Head really knew what they were doing there, Gordon left tilted.
Exhausted, but happy, I followed April to the MGM sports book bar before heading to bed, where I heard hilarious rants by Iggy, and Iggy-as-Grubby, and other random conversations that are just too perfectly cemented in my brain to give proper homage to here. It's been said before a million times, but the people on this trip are what really make it. Everyone is larger than life, and no one is boring. I'd never been to Vegas before. I didn't know proper Vegas ettiquette, I had only met some of the people going, I was younger than most, and I don't have the most sparkling of social skills, yet I was constantly at ease and felt welcomed as a member of the group. April said it before, but I'm the one that really should say it, thank you all for a great trip.
I woke up before my alarm on Friday, amazingly, and felt shockingly energized after a shower and lunch. Heading over to the Aladdin for the noon tourney, I was gently hit from behind and briefly feared a mugging, before happily realizing that it was only Otis and Dr. Jeff, heading the same way. After buying in and seeing everyone, I was summarily eliminated when I got too frisky with my big stack, pair, and open-ended straight draw. My bustout freed up plenty of time for one of the many fun blogger tables I would sit at while in Vegas. A number of infamous bloggers sat at that table along with a rotating cast of donkeys, donators, and people that found our antics either hilarious or incredibly annoying. I'd like to take this moment to say G-Rob was playing some awfully good poker on this trip, I saw him brutally sucked out twice at this table for large sums of money. Once by Mr. Luckbox, who in fairness told G-Rob he would defend his limp with a suckout, and once by a man who was determined to call him down with anything and hit his runner runner perfect cards to put Gordon on mega-tilt. The fact that he was so far up on the trip is nothing short of better than mediocre.
I also managed my own suckout at the table, and one that I am none too proud of. Otis has told it better already, and I won't try to defend myself other than to say that I'm an idiot. My intended last hand I raised with J's UTG, re-raised by Otis in late position. I guess I can justify that call with putting Otis on AK, but as I said, I'm a donkey. The flop came out Q x x. I checked like the little bitch I am, Otis bet out maybe half to 3/4 of the pot and I inexplicably called, choosing to maintain an AK posture. The turn card was a J, and we got all the money in. Otis' request for a 2-outer with his K's was not answered, but just to rub it in the dealer added an additional J for me to hit the high hand jackpot of quad J's for $80. I felt bad, but at the same moment the old man goading Otis into pushing was pretty damn hilarious. I should have tipped that dude. . .
After cashing out we made our way to the MGM, walk notable only because G-Rob is a deviant and has probably scarred some kid(s) for life. Enough said on that matter. I knew Friday night would be good when I walked into the room and saw Moneymaker playing a $2/$5 NL game, the omen just seemed there. My night followed the mold of all my poker play, play limit poker with bloggers and lose money but have incredible amounts of fun, play NL poker with donkeys, often silently, and make lots of money. I sat down at a NL game and noticed a HORSE game on the big board. Even knowing I was dead money I still had to sit down, you just don't pass up an opportunity like that. The HORSEP game was my second favorite rotation being only surpassed by Vegas HE, a game that I think I could play forever and not get tired of. Probably my favorite moment of the game was when some random woman sat down in the 3's or the 4's and could not for the life of her figure out our random-ass rotation of games. To say the game was fast and loose would be a bit of an understatement. At one point I made the mistake of folding my rough J in razz on seventh to a nice looking board for Performify. He turned over a full house, and I applauded him on his balls. Nice play, sir.
After leaving that game I joined an absurd $1/$2 NL table that had about $5500 sitting on it. That game was extremely profitable, including my raking a $430 pot with A high and April scooping a giant pot with quad A's. Both pots won from the same guy. The real entertainment of the evening came from watching Phil Gordon's table, and Mrs. Head's masterful defeat of him in roshambo. That was one of the most enjoyable matchups I have ever seen, and the backers of Mrs. Head really knew what they were doing there, Gordon left tilted.
Exhausted, but happy, I followed April to the MGM sports book bar before heading to bed, where I heard hilarious rants by Iggy, and Iggy-as-Grubby, and other random conversations that are just too perfectly cemented in my brain to give proper homage to here. It's been said before a million times, but the people on this trip are what really make it. Everyone is larger than life, and no one is boring. I'd never been to Vegas before. I didn't know proper Vegas ettiquette, I had only met some of the people going, I was younger than most, and I don't have the most sparkling of social skills, yet I was constantly at ease and felt welcomed as a member of the group. April said it before, but I'm the one that really should say it, thank you all for a great trip.
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