Taking My Shot
The idea of a 10/20 shot arose after a recent lunch I had with Matt, a rival on the 5/10 tables, but a friend off of them. Matt's a 22 year old college graduate, hailing from the northeast, but ready to start a new life in the southwest. With so many similarities in our past challenges, and future goals Matt had progressively turned from an acquaintance I acknowledged with a friendly hello, to a friend that I discussed strategy and lifestyle choices with.
On this particular afternoon in the Bellagio Sportsbook we were on the topic of the main event. "Did any of your roommates play?" I asked out of curiosity. "Yeah. Actually, I registered and played myself." he responded, catching me completely off guard. It wasn't that I thought Matt's game was -EV in the main, but more that his bankroll was similar to mine and his goals of moving up in mid stakes would certainly be deterred by the 10k hit. "The experience was just incredible," he continued. "I can't really place a price on something I've dreamt about for 7 years."
As crazy as it sounded, he was right. I'd started my personal journey 6 months ago by swearing off the grind. I'd come to Vegas searching for opportunity and risk at the expense of my bankroll. And sure while I'd moved up a level from my normal game, the 5/10 had become my new grind. I no longer felt the adrenaline that comes with a big risk because frankly, 5/10 wasn't outside my comfort zone anymore. In the struggle to reach my monetary goals, I'd lost track of the psychological reasons behind my sabbatical. I'd come out to Vegas because poker had become a grind. Better yet, my life had become a grind. I was doing things that other people wanted me to do and not necessarily spending my time and energy exploring my own happiness. And now here I was out in a foreign city living out my dream, and the biggest risk I'd taken all summer was getting grilled onions on my double double. **** that. It was time to take a shot.
So the next day, for the first time ever, I walked to the back podium, where the big shots register, and put my name on the 10/20 list. I brought 5k in cash and planned on starting my stack at 2500. After a wait of 20 minutes or so they called my name for the must move game. The table was downstairs with the rest of the mere mortals, but that didn't keep my heart from racing immediately upon sitting down. Everyone at the table had a bigger stack then me. Even the old the lady that looked like Rose from titanic was sitting on 3k. An internet kid with 20k in cash and headphones worth half my buy-in was to my right so I had to tighten up my opening range if I planned on playing profitably. I sat snug for the first hour, watching the flow of the table, while getting acclimated with average opening raises, and Cbet prices.
I played my first hand with A
K
in the co. A younger guy in early position raised a limper up to 100. I called, not wanting to play my hand face up against a good player and knowing I could 4bet profitably if the internet kid to my right thought about squeezing. It folded around and the two of us saw a flop of A
T
3
. He bet 180 and I called. The turn was a 5
and this time he raised his bet to 460. I considered raising, but at that point I'd only be getting called by worse. So I called and the river was a Q
. After asking how much I had left my opponent checked. Satisfied with the size of my first 10/20 pot i checked back and won after he announced "King high".
Now with 3400 in chips, I felt I could open up my game and raise a higher percentage of my range. Unfortunately the internet whiz to my left had other plans. Every time I opened he 3bet me. I'm convinced he wasn't even looking at his cards. I was completely owned for the next 2 hours and I never even saw a turn. After bleeding off all of my original profit, the conservative side of my brain started taking over.
Maybe I should just quit? I'm clearly not ready for these deep games with consistent 3betting. Think of all the things you can do with $2500. The thoughts were tempting and the idea of finishing the night at 5/10 was very comforting. But I made up my mind that this was a risk I wanted to take, going back at this point would be cowardly.
I was overly estatic when my name was finally called for the main game. No spot in the house could be worse than one I was previously sitting in. My new table was up on the main stage. I'd spent the last 1/2 year peaking up to the "High Stakes" tables from the 1st step, being careful not to go any further and disrupt the energy that hovers over that area. The stage is not very spectator friendly, guarded by walls to protect the anonymity of the big shots and chip stacks large enough to let outsiders know that it's serious business. My table was no exception. The average chip stack was somewhere around 8k and the table talk consisted of deep runs in big tournaments. Even still, the table was loads softer then my previous one, with one particular player especially catching my eye. He was to my direct left and my first hand at the table I saw him call a 3bet with 46o and check it through when he missed the board completely.
I played my first pot when a real tight player opened to 100 utg. I called in the sb with 4
4
, as did the fish in the bb. I flopped gin on 4
K
K
and checked as I thought out the most profitable line. UTG bet 300 and I called, hoping the fish would come along. He folded, and we saw an A
on the turn. This time we went check check and the river brought a 2
. I bet 580 hoping he was checking the turn for pot control with an Ace. I was right as he called with AQ.
Up to $3500 I spent my folded hands chatting with the fish to my left. He told me he doesn't regularly play poker,
gee I would've never guessed, but that he comes to Vegas every year to play the main event. He told me about his wife and kids back in florida, and then he told me about the hooker he had lined up for tonight. Needless to say, I got to know him reaaallll quicckkkk.
But what I really wanted was to play a pot with him. I got my chance when I limped along with TJ on the btn. Five of us saw a 33T flop and the fish led out 60 into 100. I called and the turn was another T giving me a full house. He checked and I bet 170. He called pretty quickly, indicating that he most likely had a 3. So on a 6 river, I bet the whole pot ($460) knowing he'd have trouble throwing it away. "This is charity" he said before announcing call and showing A3 for the sucker end of the full house.
Things were going well as I kept my attention focused on more pots with the fish. Towards the end of the night I opened with Q
J
on the btn to 120 and 2 players joined me to a flop of 6
7
8
. I checked back and the turn kept me alive with a 6
. The sb bet 200 and utg called, giving me the proper odds to do the same. The river was a nice 10
and this time the sb checked. UTG bet 380 with little hesitation and now I had a choice. I obviously wasn't folding and raising seemed illogical on this board, so I just called. Reluctantly, the sb did the same. UTG showed the 3
4
for a smaller flush and the sb mucked, meaning my Q high flush was good for another huge pot.
Minutes later I got a text from my girlfriend saying that her flight had landed and it was time to pick her up at McCarren. I traded my chips with the cashier for 53 hundred dollar bills, a $2800 profit. I left Vegas this morning feeling a lot of general mixed emotions. I'm in Colorado for the night with my girlfriend but will do a huge end of the trip report in the next couple days with winnings/losses/expenses/5:10 and 10:20 differences, general feelings towards a summer in vegas and where I want to go personally from here.
I just wanted to end the summer by thanking everyone again who read; especially those who provided feedback, both positive and negative. Both have helped me grow as a story teller and poker player.
Sianara Vegas!
Matt