Home Sweet Home
After a night of excessive drinking in Bloomington, Indiana we were on our way to Las Vegas. Wake up call was at 430 and by 8am local time we had touched down in my favorite town. No matter how many miserable experiences I have flying hungover; I never seem to learn my lesson. Add a middle seat into the equation and my morning was about as enjoyable as a trip to the dentist.
Two of my friends had never been to Vegas before. I sort of wish we had flown in at night for their sake. The discrepancy between the cities appearance at night and during the day is truly remarkable. It’s like the girl who you meet at the beginning of the night, a 6 at best. Then 3 hours and 14 beers later and she’s a perfect 10. Anyways, after an awkward (yet successful) attempt at the 20-dollar trick, we were upstairs and upgraded into a way more spacious room at the Planet Hollywood then we had paid for. The casino is not one of my favorites, but for 4 21-year-old guys it’s quite possibly the perfect spot in Vegas.
After a nap and some relaxing we made our way over to the Bellagio. Before I could continue to the poker room, I had to stop by the cashier to pick up the money I had wired. While standing in line and minding my own business, I over heard two males arguing over a sports bet that one had recommended to the other. I knew that voice from somewhere. I turned around and low and behold it was that of Mr. Phillip Ivey. I couldn’t tell what game they were talking about, but Phil was not happy with the pick so I’m assuming they were losing. The line was taking a while, so once the great one took a break from his conversation, I turned around and scooped in. Not knowing what on earth to say to the world’s most loved degenerate, I somehow spit out “hey Phil you gonna head down to the WPT in Indiana this month.” “Nah I ain’t gonna make it,” he responded after a bit of thought. It wasn’t much, but certainly an improvement from the “sup” he gave me during the one time I played 10 hands against him heads up on Full Tilt. At this rate we should be talking about politics and women in no time.
Two cashiers opened up next to each other simultaneously. I let the legend have first choice, obviously. I made sure to be loud and clear when I requested the 20k I had wired. That should impress him. Didn’t even flinch. Just took out his stack of chips, in colors I had never seen before, and was on his way with the 550k he cashed in.
After the obnoxiously long process of confirming my identity, I was very anxious upon sitting down at the 5/10 game. It showed as I played poorly early in the session against two particular players who were showing a decent amount of aggression. One of the players was winning and competent, opening maybe a quarter of his hands preflop for 70, but overall too loose. Down about 300, I got into my first big hand of the trip against him. I limped UTG with 9
9
and so did a few others. To him in the SB and he bumped it up to 70. Just us two to the flop, as we see the ever so pretty K
9
2
. He leads for 120, I smooth call. Turn brings a 2
and this time he bets 250. One more call out of me after some deliberation for effect. River 4
and he shoves in his final 600 without much thought. I beat him into the pot and he mucks upon seeing my full boat.
Up about 600, I played my next crucial spot against the other aggressive player. This particular Middle Eastern man was not competent and capable, just stupidly aggressive. I raised to 50 in mp with TT and he called me on the BTN. We took a flop of 68K and I check called 100. The call was fairly standard figuring he’s betting 100% of his range there when checked to. The 9 on the turn seemed fairly safe and this time I check called 240. This spot was not as standard, but I did not believe the gentleman. River A and he bet out 600. An interesting river to say the least. While he’s aggressive he’s never making this bet with a K. I call with dreams of the table congratulating the new player for making such a sick read with just 3rd pair. WRONG. 57 and all of a sudden I’m down about 5 bills.
I can feel myself tilting. I consider going back to the room and not wasting any more money on the first day. But as a true degenerate I obviously don’t. A few rounds later and I pick up KK UTG. I make it 40 and this time Stupid Aggressive Guy 3-Bets to 150. I can envision the double up. But before it can get back to me the SB makes it 500 all day. Now normally this is actually a tough spot as 4-Bets live are about as rare as a clock in a casino. But everybody knew SAG was reckless, so it was an easy shove. SAG folded and the SB called 500 more, 1,000 all day, while shaking his head. He flips up QQ and I like it until we see a flop of A
7
4
. He’s got a
, I do not. Turn is the K
and I dodge a final bullet on a 5
river. The rollercoaster is back on the upswing.
After a couple more ups and downs I play my final big spot of the session. With QT I raise it up to 40 in MP and get called by everyone and their mom. This works out perfectly as the flop comes 8
9
J
. I bet 80 and two players call. I accidentally check a 3
turn, but luckily one of the callers bets out 200. Back to me and I make it 500, he thinks forever. His friend had recently started railing him behind the table, I’m not sure if this makes him more prone to call or fold, but I thought it was important. He eventually calls. The 6
hit the river and I bet out 580. Again thinking forever, and again the gentleman calls. He shows J9 as he counts out his chips to pay me with.
My stack is huge as I rack up. 4300 to be exact. Unfortunately I purchased 2500 of them, but still a very good beginning to the trip. I thought my play was very average and that I made a few mistakes, but I was proud of the way I kept my composure after losing a few large pots.
The next day contained far and away the most disturbing experience of my life, traumatizing me until the end of time. It will pain me to write it, but I will, and share it with you tomorrow.
Miami Matt