11.p.m. Saturday 7/12/14: I strut into the Bellagio poker room and take my seat at 2-5, buying for the $500 max because I'm baller like that... The table just looks great, very casual looking players and an older Asian couple who speak little to no English. I sit 30 minutes or so card dead so feeling out the table, get down about -$180 so recap up to the $500. As it turns out the elderly Asian couple are actually just learning how to play! Their pockets are deep and they enjoy calling down with anything almost just to see what happens. I'm able to slide under the radar and just iso these 2 relentlessly, shutting down when I miss and value betting to death anything with showdown value. Chip up to $1300 over the next hour, life is good. In comes macho-aggro spewlag Greek guy adorned in heavy gold jewelry. He slips into a table captain role blasting a standard $25 pre from MP-button with a seemingly endless range. I wont go into detail but he terribly plays up to a $1500 chip stack over the next 30 minutes. I get a seat change to his left and prepare to get my shot in4deepstax...it happens, the hand develops great, I flop a monster, turn improves me, build the pot up and he shoves on paired river...$1800 pot to me (effective to my stack since he had more chips) and with me having $750 left behind. Potentially biggest pot/hand win of the year for me (the higher stakes guys will lol at this) and I FOLD! My hand strength and the way it played +his image on table allowed for a marginal call, but live reads (yeah lol live reads) and instinct were leaning towards fold. A typical inner battle of mathematical ranging in resulting logical decision Vs conflicting instinct/reads ensued and I went with instinct; What good is experience if you don't use it. Of course if I lose I'm down -$680 and my decent weak gets pretty mediocre fast but I honestly don't think this had any bearing on my decision. He wasn't going to show but I started racking up my remaining $750 right after the fold and he showed. I wont mention his hand yet because I'm hoping for some feedback in the llsnl forum. If you want to comment on the hand or just know the details check it out here:
http://forumserver.twoplustwo.com/17...epish-1459079/
I calmly walk off, steaming on the inside that my +$70 session could have, under slightly different circumstances, been +$1870...R.O.T. ftw lol.
~3 a.m.: I hit the restroom on the way out of the B and am standing at the urinal bemoaning my bad luck in melodramatic fashion when true Vegas magic happens...
I hear a loud clang and turn to see an absolutely horribly intoxicated dude stumble into the restroom and audibly clang off the hand dryer/dispenser thing. His eyes are glazed over with a look like he was lost in the desert or from some ill-fated Everest expedition. He finally targets the object of his desire, the urinal to my right and does sort of a lean-run-fall over to it. He slams both hands against the wall for support and lets out a loud "Ughhh...Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" This is when it hits me that somethings wrong...I cant recall any sort of zipper sound or fumbling for a button, not even a tell-tale shift of the pants...this segues into another disturbing thought...for a guy in such obvious urinary distress, why was there no sound coming from my right??? I hazard a small glance to the right...and then down just a bit...all is soon revealed. A dark dark splotch, roughly the shape of Australia mars the center of his guy's totally secured, undropped khaiki pants! As I watch, totally engrossed and shamelessly staring at this point, not that he notices this at all, the shape expands into something more like N. America...then gravity kicks in and Central then S. America start filling in down one of the legs! This dude is pissing all over himself and by all appearances absolutely loving it. A minute or so passes then he his ****-eating grin transforms into a more neutral expression...then one of actual mild shock as he realizes what hes done. (something like
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) He shambles into a stall and pulls his phone out, I can't make out all of the muffled/slurred conversation but the it was clear he was trying to tell or convince someone to bring him some pants.
I head out to my car still smiling and with the big losing hand totally off my mind. This town is definitely not for everyone, but I love it here.
My only regret was, being so in the moment during the large hand and subsequent restroom event, I failed to pull the phone out and snap pics.
I spent today (Sunday) eating some good food at Famous Dave's BBQ and getting some things done around town, bailed on the strip but played some 1-2 at GVR for +$180 making it +$1790 for this week.
GF gets some strange satisfaction from washing/waxing the car...who am I to deny her that?
Finally clean...until it rains again anyways
Ate at Famous Dave's...best chain type BBQ imo, hits the spot when I miss the south-east where I grew up. This is called the 'Manhandler' it's like 1/2 pound of brisket on a bun topped with smoked sausage links and spicy hellfire pickles. The cornbread muffins kick ass as well. All for under $10 bucks. If I wasn't obsessive about working out, I think I'd be one of those 400-600 pounders on T.V. talking about how "food was always there for me"
Sauce sampling is a must
GVR, in for $300 out for $480
Really nice sunset tonight from the unusual moisture/clouds we've been having
Mandatory car porn shot from the other night