The time has come, 21 in Vegas, TR. Jimmy Fricke Sighting, Mystere, + Hooker ? No coke. FML
02-23-2011
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02-23-2011
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02-24-2011
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02-24-2011
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02-25-2011
, 07:01 AM
The next day. I would head to the MGM to watch the Lions eat around noon. It was pretty cool. Im pretty sure it's the closest I'll ever be to a Lion and I'm ok with that. The lions were kept in a glass enclosure, near the entrance of the MGM. I mean it was pretty big. But not big enough for the King of the jungle. A large crowd gathered around as a few trainers fed several lionesses. It was kind of strange the lions have so much presence in reality. Watching one on film doesn't do their beauty justice.There's a glass walkway through the lion environment and literally the only thing between me and a full grown female lion was what seemed like a half an inch of glass. As i reached the end of the tunnel there was a lion cub. It was locked in a small section. It was pacing RELENTLESSLY back and forth whining and scratching at the door, imo it was a priceless moment What was he doing? He was trying to escape! I witnessed an instinctual principal found in all life.. At the moment i felt terrible that this cub would have to live his life in captivity,never knowing what it would feel like to chase down a wildebeast in the African jungle.
After traveling the strip for a couple hours, I would smell a smell that I know all too well. It was cannabis, coming from the black guy walking in front of me and my mother. It was the middle of the afternoon and the walkways of the Luxor were crowded, the pace moved to a slow walk through crowded open spaces between slot machines and table games. After a short walk we found ourselves at standstill after some alarm went off. In fact the alarm would go off at the Bellagio while i was there too. Now within arms reach of the guy, I could literally ask him for some weed, but my mom was standing right there! Vegas would tease me time and time and again, and i would never be able to find any cannabis, several substitutes were offered but i would politely decline. By the time we got back to the hotel, had dinner it was 7pm and i hadn't really played much poker. This a TR and not all TR include 24/7 hand histories, like you haven't made that obvious already OP.
I head back to the SouthPoint. After walking around Vegas, I feel more in my element. I approach the same Asian girl working the poker room and get chips. I take my seat next to a couple of familiar faces.To my left the two old guys from the day before. The one guy dressed in the same SouthPoint sweatshirt and his friend. I take a seat directly to their right. We get chatty. And soon a young guy mid 20's sits down next to me. He seems cool says how's it going. I sense I might be able to reach out to this guy. I write a text message on my phone and tell him to look at it. Mind you we are in the middle of a poker game, he takes my phones and reads the text on the message. He responds " ya how much you want?" I tell whisper as best as i could tell him a 1/8th. He says he is going to help me out after the game breaks. Around ten hands later the guy busts his stacks stands up from the table and leaves, without a word. Aroud this point everything is cosey. A gentlemen to my right is drinking beers and dressed in a blue dress shirt has replaced the young in his mid 20's. He looks about mid 40's and the business types. He's drinking beer and double crowns like it's water. He blowing his cash to the guy in the SouthPoint shirt friend, who has also been drinking alot. The game is cozy and the table is talking. At this point I realized there was too types of drunk players. Good one's and bad ones. The good ones played strong and with alot of charisma. The bad ones played loose, sloppy, and spewy. You wanted to stay away from the guys that while they were drinking their game was still intact. The easiest way to do this is talk to them and pick up a read about how drunk they are. If they are making sense and having a good time they still had my respect. If they weren't making much sense or drinking and not having a good time or too good of a time, or being an angry drunk at the table, they were bound spew of their chips.
I cant remember much hands this entry will include only one hand but it would would teach me a valuable lesson, that would win and lose me money in the days to come. I was still having a good time, the table talk was good and most everyone was acceptable at the South Point. In retrospect it's not the strip, a more local crowd, with alot of regs was a good place to play for the first time. Anyways. The old guy to my left who's been drinking order a double shot of jack daniel after busting out the business guy for about the third time, he says his goodbyes and leaves a tip for the drink that he ordered that hasn't yet arrived. The Southpoint reg drink arrives and he tells the watriss to hold on a second, he proceeds to drink the double jd and place the shot glass on the tray my stomach turned as a dripple of whiskey ran down his face. He wiped his mouth with his shirt sleeved and placed the shot glass back on her tray along with a 5 dollar tip ( most people tip 1 or 2 bucks for drinks ), he was having a good time and was gambling, and winning, a scary opponent imo.. The game is now short, I haven't been involved in many pots that are worth posting. I have a little more than a hundred dollars when this hand happened.
The table is the two old guys two my left and to might right the middle aged asian girl in who has been drinking beers steadily for the past few hours. To her right is a 30ish guy who hasn't said much of anything. The girl has been playing solid but i feel that she may have been taking stabs at a few more pots than she should have. She was to my right and had been opening alot of pots, probably because my table image is relatively tight compared to the drunks. From the HJ she opens to $6, the empty seat which once filled with the young guy, then the business man, now separates us. I look down at A
Q
and make it $12 to go. I never min raise raise, pre, seriously, not even in plo , I did this hand because it was live and I don't know what I am doing. The flop was A2
5
she checked. At this point i was sure I had the best hand. I lead at the pot for $14 thinking she was check folding, to my suprise she quickly check raised me to $34. I hadn't seen he make any moves so far, she was straight forward; check folding, bet callining or bet raising. At that point in the game it was late and everyone let was playing solid. Still her loose image I called. The turn was the 10 and she put a hundred dollar bill into the pot. Hundred dollar bills play in some 1/2 games in Vegas or atleast at all the places that I played at. It was a bit of an overbet, and coming from her solid image I was slightly alarmed. At this point, I really felt it was late in the session. I could call here and have the best hand, or lose a buy-in. But my read was she was making a move, I asked her a classic question " if I fold, will you show me?" she had been quiet most of the game, I was surprised when she quickly responded we " yes, yes , I'll show you if you fold. " I wasn't sure were I was at and at this point in the trip I was a nit. I folded after about 10 minutes. Either I had her or I was gonna loose a bill late in the session, I folded. She showed only one card A then mucked her hand. I told her " that was a dirty trick, you said you were gonna show both cards." She didn't really respond, I proceeding to berate her and mutter to myself, a Hellmuth like moment if I've ever had one. The old guys next to me basically told me how could I even be upset. I told them your right " all is fair in love and poker." So I had gotten pwnd by a middle aged asian women, leveled to be in-fact. Did she have two pair or didn't she? I think she didn't. I will never really know but I know I had her. I was down about 30ish bucks and decided to leave the game. I was tilted beyond belief and it tilts me to write this entry.
While I may have folded the best hand. I learned a lesson that would soon help me and hurt me. That lesson is that in poker you gotta have a strong read and go with your gut. I knew I had her , she had been playing loose, but in that moment I lost my read when I started talking to her, it wouldn't be the last time opening my mouth would lose me some money on this trip either. I'm glad she only showed me one, I was naive to believe she would show me them both, let alone one. It wasn't a dirty trick, it was awesome, and I can't wait to the day when I tell someone I'll show them if they fold then when they fold toss my cards into the muck with a **** eating grin on my face , because that poker at its best.
I would return to my hotel room, open up the book "Deal Me In." That night, slumming about how I folded the better hand. I would read about how Ivey played from sun up to sun down and slept under bridges in Jersey when he went broke one night. I was relieving to that someone as great as Ivey went had nights like that.It gave me a new since of determination. I decided I would head to the strip tomorrow, early in the morning, by myself for the first time, to try my luck feet away from Bobby's room.
After traveling the strip for a couple hours, I would smell a smell that I know all too well. It was cannabis, coming from the black guy walking in front of me and my mother. It was the middle of the afternoon and the walkways of the Luxor were crowded, the pace moved to a slow walk through crowded open spaces between slot machines and table games. After a short walk we found ourselves at standstill after some alarm went off. In fact the alarm would go off at the Bellagio while i was there too. Now within arms reach of the guy, I could literally ask him for some weed, but my mom was standing right there! Vegas would tease me time and time and again, and i would never be able to find any cannabis, several substitutes were offered but i would politely decline. By the time we got back to the hotel, had dinner it was 7pm and i hadn't really played much poker. This a TR and not all TR include 24/7 hand histories, like you haven't made that obvious already OP.
I head back to the SouthPoint. After walking around Vegas, I feel more in my element. I approach the same Asian girl working the poker room and get chips. I take my seat next to a couple of familiar faces.To my left the two old guys from the day before. The one guy dressed in the same SouthPoint sweatshirt and his friend. I take a seat directly to their right. We get chatty. And soon a young guy mid 20's sits down next to me. He seems cool says how's it going. I sense I might be able to reach out to this guy. I write a text message on my phone and tell him to look at it. Mind you we are in the middle of a poker game, he takes my phones and reads the text on the message. He responds " ya how much you want?" I tell whisper as best as i could tell him a 1/8th. He says he is going to help me out after the game breaks. Around ten hands later the guy busts his stacks stands up from the table and leaves, without a word. Aroud this point everything is cosey. A gentlemen to my right is drinking beers and dressed in a blue dress shirt has replaced the young in his mid 20's. He looks about mid 40's and the business types. He's drinking beer and double crowns like it's water. He blowing his cash to the guy in the SouthPoint shirt friend, who has also been drinking alot. The game is cozy and the table is talking. At this point I realized there was too types of drunk players. Good one's and bad ones. The good ones played strong and with alot of charisma. The bad ones played loose, sloppy, and spewy. You wanted to stay away from the guys that while they were drinking their game was still intact. The easiest way to do this is talk to them and pick up a read about how drunk they are. If they are making sense and having a good time they still had my respect. If they weren't making much sense or drinking and not having a good time or too good of a time, or being an angry drunk at the table, they were bound spew of their chips.
I cant remember much hands this entry will include only one hand but it would would teach me a valuable lesson, that would win and lose me money in the days to come. I was still having a good time, the table talk was good and most everyone was acceptable at the South Point. In retrospect it's not the strip, a more local crowd, with alot of regs was a good place to play for the first time. Anyways. The old guy to my left who's been drinking order a double shot of jack daniel after busting out the business guy for about the third time, he says his goodbyes and leaves a tip for the drink that he ordered that hasn't yet arrived. The Southpoint reg drink arrives and he tells the watriss to hold on a second, he proceeds to drink the double jd and place the shot glass on the tray my stomach turned as a dripple of whiskey ran down his face. He wiped his mouth with his shirt sleeved and placed the shot glass back on her tray along with a 5 dollar tip ( most people tip 1 or 2 bucks for drinks ), he was having a good time and was gambling, and winning, a scary opponent imo.. The game is now short, I haven't been involved in many pots that are worth posting. I have a little more than a hundred dollars when this hand happened.
The table is the two old guys two my left and to might right the middle aged asian girl in who has been drinking beers steadily for the past few hours. To her right is a 30ish guy who hasn't said much of anything. The girl has been playing solid but i feel that she may have been taking stabs at a few more pots than she should have. She was to my right and had been opening alot of pots, probably because my table image is relatively tight compared to the drunks. From the HJ she opens to $6, the empty seat which once filled with the young guy, then the business man, now separates us. I look down at A
Q and make it $12 to go. I never min raise raise, pre, seriously, not even in plo , I did this hand because it was live and I don't know what I am doing. The flop was A25 she checked. At this point i was sure I had the best hand. I lead at the pot for $14 thinking she was check folding, to my suprise she quickly check raised me to $34. I hadn't seen he make any moves so far, she was straight forward; check folding, bet callining or bet raising. At that point in the game it was late and everyone let was playing solid. Still her loose image I called. The turn was the 10 and she put a hundred dollar bill into the pot. Hundred dollar bills play in some 1/2 games in Vegas or atleast at all the places that I played at. It was a bit of an overbet, and coming from her solid image I was slightly alarmed. At this point, I really felt it was late in the session. I could call here and have the best hand, or lose a buy-in. But my read was she was making a move, I asked her a classic question " if I fold, will you show me?" she had been quiet most of the game, I was surprised when she quickly responded we " yes, yes , I'll show you if you fold. " I wasn't sure were I was at and at this point in the trip I was a nit. I folded after about 10 minutes. Either I had her or I was gonna loose a bill late in the session, I folded. She showed only one card A then mucked her hand. I told her " that was a dirty trick, you said you were gonna show both cards." She didn't really respond, I proceeding to berate her and mutter to myself, a Hellmuth like moment if I've ever had one. The old guys next to me basically told me how could I even be upset. I told them your right " all is fair in love and poker." So I had gotten pwnd by a middle aged asian women, leveled to be in-fact. Did she have two pair or didn't she? I think she didn't. I will never really know but I know I had her. I was down about 30ish bucks and decided to leave the game. I was tilted beyond belief and it tilts me to write this entry.While I may have folded the best hand. I learned a lesson that would soon help me and hurt me. That lesson is that in poker you gotta have a strong read and go with your gut. I knew I had her , she had been playing loose, but in that moment I lost my read when I started talking to her, it wouldn't be the last time opening my mouth would lose me some money on this trip either. I'm glad she only showed me one, I was naive to believe she would show me them both, let alone one. It wasn't a dirty trick, it was awesome, and I can't wait to the day when I tell someone I'll show them if they fold then when they fold toss my cards into the muck with a **** eating grin on my face , because that poker at its best.
I would return to my hotel room, open up the book "Deal Me In." That night, slumming about how I folded the better hand. I would read about how Ivey played from sun up to sun down and slept under bridges in Jersey when he went broke one night. I was relieving to that someone as great as Ivey went had nights like that.It gave me a new since of determination. I decided I would head to the strip tomorrow, early in the morning, by myself for the first time, to try my luck feet away from Bobby's room.
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02-25-2011
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