DAY 6: STOP, LAMMER TIME.
I was in a weird spot for my final day of the trip, as my plane wasn't set to leave until 9:30 PM, so I had a lot of time to spend, yet not enough time to play a MTT. Despite wanting to degen and jump into the 10 am $1k, I knew it just wasn't a good idea.
I decided to take a relaxation and work break at Vesta Roasters in the Arts District, a nice coffee spot that I found on my last trip to Vegas. I spent a few calm hours there.
I then pondered heading to MGM for a cash sesh, but after the brutality of my first hour in the Rio on Sunday, I actually haven't played a minute of cash on this trip. I've always been primarily an MTT guy anyway.
Instead I opted to put my old SNG skills to use by returning to the Rio and spamming some $125s. I was thinking of playing up to four of these, but the lines were pretty brutal and it took a while to get a table.
The structure in these $125s is dummy fast, but I flipped well and hung around before being crippled when my AK was cracked by a shorty's 9h2h jam. I jammed T7o on the next hand for maybe 6 bigs and went out in 5th.
After another long wait in line, during which former SNL star Norm MacDonald was chatting up one of my neighbors, I finally got seated for another satty. I won a flip with AK vs. JJ on the very first hand to bust a player. Fortunately, this table of mostly older gentlemen was a lot more passive than the first. I was able to play cautiously and pick up some uncontested pots with shoves while some of the other players blinded off. I found a double when we were three-handed for 60% of the chips in play when my AK held vs. Norm's friend's QJ. Norm popped by the table for a moment and jokingly encouraged us to make a deal. Norm's buddy busted a passive old man in third to pull almost even in chips and then we did exactly what Norm had suggested. We chopped the two $500 lammers and $80 in cash, leaving $20 behind for the dealer.
I think I would've had an edge in the HU, but the blinds were so high that it was going to be a crapshoot and, more importantly, I had a plane to catch. At this point I was cutting it dangerously close. I stuffed the lammer in my pocket, raced to the bag check, and grabbed a Lyft to the airport. I arrived just in time for boarding.
Comparing my first table to my second, the difference was pretty drastic. The first table had some young guys who obviously had a basic functional understanding of appropriate shoving/calling ranges on a nub, whereas the older guys at the second table were extremely passive and were over-folding (one guy claimed to have folded AJ vs. my SB shove for something like 6-7 BBs, saying he would've called with AQ). I was able to use this to my advantage and if you are thinking of playing these then "line selection" might be a viable strategy. If you see a bunch of old guys in the line, you might be in for a soft table. If it looks like a bunch of young regs, maybe stay away.
All in all, this trip was chock full of gross runouts and tough beats in key inflection points, but I achieved my goals and improved some leaks. I was able to walk away from today's STT foray with a small profit of $540 from $250 invested. It's not a fortune, but it ends the trip on a high note.
I will be back in ten days with a very simple goal: to cash in an official WSOP bracelet event. It will take good luck and good decisions, but I'll be motivated and focused to make it happen.
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