Seems like an ldo shove given your read on BTN. UTG+1 flatting out of turn should cap his range (I think this is extremely unlikely to be an angleshoot).

You hate this going three ways to a flop given you're OOP and will have to fold if an A or K hits the flop. Ez shove.

I woulda just called, but I'm not that good a player. If they suck and got stubborn with A5 or K9 I want to fold when the A or K flops and they shove.

the horseshoe in Baltimore has the same exact Guy restaurant. I like it but you have to know what to order. The burgers and salads are amazing. But don't venture to far off the basics, the "party meatloaf" or whatever the hell its called was so bad.

had the beef wellington at the Paris tower spot. it was pretty good but I think my hangover might of got in the way at the time.

Spike link to Walt Pulaski video,

https://www.google.com/amp/www.newyo...?client=safari


Cheating Belichick probably does something similar but much better.

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Just finished the whole thread. What a great read. Thanks for taking the time and sharing all that. I lol'ed when you described pounding the screws in like they were nails. I did the exact same thing to my curtains.

If you want to improve your cash game play you should pick up "Beat the donks". It's written for the exact games you play, and has some good concepts.

Just finished reading this thread, I've spent the past week at work reading at lunch hour. Unbelievable job, you definitely have a knack for writing and keeping your readers engaged. Bravo

It's weird to think about, and I hate saying it out loud... but I'm glad my mom died before my dad.

Both my parents grew up in Boston but their upbringings really couldn't have been more different. My mom was the only Irish girl in the overly Italian East Boston. She was an only child and lived with her mother. Her father was a lunatic, in and out of VA psychiatric wards. He would occasionally break out and semi-kidnap my mother on her way home from school. By the time my mom was in her early 20s, she cut off all ties from her father. When he died, she didn't even attend the funeral. She got an associate's degree in secretarial work. In reality she wanted to be a flight attendant but was talked into getting something more stable in the hopes of landing a man. I guess it worked.

My dad grew up in Jamaica Plain, which went to **** in the 60's but has come back now as Boston's gay neighborhood. He grew up on what was essentially a family compound. There were four or five buildings, each split into duplexes, and all the brothers and sisters, aunts and uncles, etc., lived there. My dad's dad was a brewmaster for some small beer company that eventually went under. He then had a choice to brew for either Narragansett or Budweiser. He chose Narragansett. They had three kids - Karen (the oldest) went on to get a master's in nursing and married a Secret Service agent. Fun fact: My uncle one of the agents on sight when JFK was killed, and was one of only like 2 or 3 agents to never sell their story to the press. My mom would try to get him liquored up so he'd talk about that day, but it never worked. My dad was the middle child, BS in engineering and an MBA. The youngest, Paul, went military, but suffered a traumatic brain injury on base and needed to remain in the care of my grandparents until his eventual death in early 2001.

I always knew something was... "off" with my mother. She didn't handle strife well, and emotional moments were too much for her to handle. Smoking helped, but when I was diagnosed with asthma as a kid, she tried to quit. She was normally fine and supportive of girls I dated, but there was one where she flipped her ****, said she was bad news, etc. I guess undiagnosed manic depressives can smell their own. She had all the vices in the family - drinking (screwdrivers were her jam), smoking, gambling. My dad was/is straight-laced and sober. Every family trip to Vegas would include me going to the arcade or pool, my mom going to the dollar slots or cheap blackjack, and my dad walking back and forth between us to make sure we're not getting into too much trouble. I remember one time my dad came to me in the arcade with a handful of quarters and said "I just won these. Here, have fun." Wow. My dad, gambling? Is he turning over a new leaf? As it was revealed at dinner, he didn't win them. He found them in the newspaper machine coin return. But at least I got some free games of Street Fighter out of it.

Every year, my mother and her friends would take a weekend away. It was a chance for my dad and I to stay up too late, eat terrible food, go to a Bruins or Celtics game, whatever. One year, the ladies decided to go to Foxwoods instead of their usual shopping trip to North Conway, NH. My dad sees this as a wonderful opportunity to teach me about the dangers of gambling. He buys me a $2 scratch ticket and says "Look. Just scratch it, lose, and you'll see why this is such a scam." As expected, Realizing the backfire, my dad then tried to make this a lesson about being responsible with money, so we put $380 of it in the bank and I got to keep the rest.

Back to the point of this - I'm glad my mother died before my dad. She was never emotionally strong enough to handle the death of a relative. When her mother died, she was basically motionless for a week, and it took months before she even smiled again. He wasn't great with death, but he's adaptable. He wouldn't quit "living". When his mother died, he cried. I found out later it wasn't because his mother died. It was because my mother's cancer just wasn't going away and it scared him. Once my mother finally passed, he got his **** together, and has soldiered on. I'm sure he misses her constantly. But in a weird way, he doesn't need to be happy to experience happiness; he just wants me to be happy. That's enough for him.

If it had been the other way around, I know exactly what would have happened. My mom would have sold the house on the east coast. She would have kicked out the guy renting the house in Henderson. She'd spend her days and my inheritance at the $5 blackjack tables at Sunset Station, chain smoking and drinking screwdrivers. She'd remain an emotional wreck until some scumbag guy would have charmed his way into her pocketbook. They'd get hitched, and I'd be the pariah.

Meanwhile, I'd probably have stuck around in Boston at a ****ty job I hated. I'd be in my mid-30s, living with my last remaining friend who isn't married, in a relationship with some skag who doesn't treat me right. I wouldn't have had all of the experiences I detailed here. I would get my gambling fix through scratch tickets and the $4/4 game in Seabrook, NH (because god-for-****ing-bid the elected officials in MA get their **** together and start opening the casinos the voters approved like 10 years ago). I probably would only call my mother once a week at most (maybe less if she was getting on my **** about the job or the girl or whatever). And I don't know that she'd care that I didn't call all that often. Talking to me would mean time away from the table. Sure, I'd get to visit a couple of times a year, but the new husband/emotional crutch wouldn't want me around.

Maybe it's a horrible way to think about it. But her dying catapulted me into a place that allowed me to move to Vegas and become the man I am today - imperfections and all. But I guarantee you I'd never have met my wife. That alone makes me think that this horrible situation managed to work out for the best.

Thread continues to give. What a great, open and honest post.

+ 1 you self reflect you Spike!

Man I can imagine a guy like your Dad thinking to himself "I'll show my Boy that his Mom's degenerate ways are just that, the path to degeneracy and the pain of losing." Then the look on his face when you won must of been priceless.

He did a great job to recover though by trying to teach you that financial windfalls should be treated as a gift of good fortune you put away for later times, not to be blown on instant party stuff or reinvesting into the game.

The lottery ticket example is a real scary thing. The quickest way to create a real degen is have them win.

My first trip to Vegas I ran hotter than the sun at blackjack and planned to quit my job and become a pro. When the EV turned I chased and chased with money my family couldn't afford.

Finally quit that stupid game.

Rinse and repeat with poker. Won $20k one month and thought I was a natural. Won $750 one night at 2/4 Limit! Now that I'm close to retirement, I can't take the losses and dialed it way back.

Good post Spike. Keep up the good work and God Bless.

I have some actual content coming up from the last couple of weeks, including playing a bunch of poker. I'm just waiting on some pictures from a friend of mine. She's currently up in Carson City lobbying the legislature about the Raiders stadium deal, but hopefully she'll be home soon.

Alright here's just a giant photodump update. It's been about a month since my last real update around town. I've been playing some poker with not so great results. Where I've been slacking, however, is on keeping interesting hand histories. I have SOME memorized, and a few I've sent via text to Joboo. Otherwise, there are some spots where the poker action will seem a little thin so my apologies for that in advance. There are also going to be parts of this story that are out of order. Imgur doesn't keep images in order when you batch upload and I'm too lazy to go back and make sure everything is in perfect chronological order. Enough rambling. On to...

Floyd Lamb Park at Tule Springs:





This is a place in the northwest part of the valley with fishing, geese, picnic tables, etc. There's usually some weird event going on up there (Highland games, Pirate Fest, and so on). I like this place because of the history - it was bought by someone in the 1920s as a resort because Nevada had the loosest divorce laws in the country (only required a six week residency). So a bunch of folks from California, especially Hollywood golden-age stars, would travel here, wait out the six weeks, and get their divorce. It became a city park back in the 1960s when it was purchased by the city. I was only there for Jamie's birthday party - nothing nearly as exciting as all that.

Speaking of, here's some vexillologist porn:



UNLV recently built a new parking garage, so I went up to the roof to get a few shots after class one night:





Facing southeast into Henderson:



And one shot of the Mack:



I have another shot that I want to post but I forgot to edit out the personal contact information (and Gobbo just yelled at me in the Vlog thread because I pointed out that someone who guessed where theTrooper lived was wrong). But it's an ad for "Tutorin". That's not a typo on my part. Tutorin. But they're a math tutor so maybe they don't need to know that, typically, there would be a "g" at the end of that word.

I moved offices at work. They're trying to shuffle people around and free up office space for one group of employees. I was kind of annoyed until I realized I'd be getting twice the space and nicer furniture. I went from this:



To this:




Mmmmm blank project board:


From Thursday, October 6 through Saturday, October 8 I took a one-credit course at UNLV. It was Nevada's first ever academic course on:



It was an absolutely fascinating experience. Thursday and Friday were spent on lectures. We discussed how different states handle medical and recreational, the policy implications, etc. We got to speak with the people in charge of Oregon's and Virginia's state-run regulation departments, as well as a Nevada state senator about our upcoming ballot question. It was a great look into this entire industry. On Saturday, we got to tour a grow house and dispensary. The reason for the delay - we had to put on these Walter White-esque suits to tour the grow house, and once it was on I couldn't reach my phone to take pictures. I had hoped to get some photos from my classmate, but she owns a lobbying firm and is working with legislators at the moment. Sorry guys.

I will say that I definitively picked the worst possible group to tour with. One of the ladies in my group had been a medical marijuana user for about 10 years, so when we were touring the facility, she was asking all of these really in-depth and insightful questions. But I didn't have the first ****ing clue what she was talking about or what any of the acronyms meant. Oh well.

The class itself was taught at the historic Fifth Street School in downtown Vegas:





That Saturday night, the wife and I went to see the Kings and Avalanche in the final Frozen Fury game in Las Vegas. Frozen Fury is a one-weekend event, where the Kings roll into town and play two pre-season games. Since we're getting our team next year, the Kings will no longer be welcome as guests. (Speaking of our team - I get to pick my season ticket seats on Monday at noon. To say I'm excited is like saying [POLITICAL CANDIDATE NAME] is a [DISPARAGING ADJECTIVE]. I am so ****ing geeked for this).






Speaking of hockey, the UNLV club hockey team played against the Boston University Terriers. Now, the BU men's hockey team is nationally ranked (started the season at #2, were #8 by the time this game rolled around), so I was a little surprised that BU would a) play a club team from UNLV or b) ****ING LOSE TO UNLV 5-2. It wasn't until late in the 3rd period that I found out this was BU's club team. I didn't realize they had a club team. Oh well. Unlike the Frozen Fury, they did not play at the T-Mobile Arena. Instead, they played here:




One little bit that cracked me up: BU was announced as "Boston College". Oooooooh man were they steamed. Kinda hurts to be confused for your biggest rival in the game.

I may be overstimulated by media:



There are a bunch of A-Frame political signs around town. Some of the more resourceful homeless people have started to use them as shelters. Pretty clever, to be honest:



Got a new neighbor about a month ago, and I've since been looking at this:



My wife buys weird ****. "We can use it as a Q-Tip holder!"



Speaking of Q-Tips, the science library at my alma mater was named after the guy who is credited with inventing the Q-Tip, Leo Gerstenzang. Urban legend says he didn't actually invent it - his brother did. But his brother lost a ton when the stock market crashed in the 20's and ended up killing himself.

This will ruin your day:



A few random shots from around town:







Now for some poker stories -

I was playing at the Luxor a couple of Sunday nights. I heard they do drawings during the Sunday night NFL games and that the actual poker was pretty soft and exploitable, so I gave it a whirl. I got to share a table with:



POKERKRAUT!

I didn't say anything at first because he seemed invested in some videos he was watching on his phone. He eventually got up and moved to a new table that was opening up, so I said "How am I supposed to be in a Pokerkraut video if you're changing tables?" His eyes kind of lit up, like he was excited that someone recognized him. He told me I could do one of the intros for him if I wanted to, but I declined. I did, however, tell him that he should start a video with "Whaddup, it's TheTrooper.............'s former co-worker!" He didn't seem to enjoy that. I need to learn when to keep my mouth shut.

Had a hand pretty early in the session. I'm on SB with about $220. There's an EP raise to $8. MP calls. It folds to me and I see QQ, so I make it $25 to go. EP folds, MP calls. Flop comes AK4, which I'm obviously not crazy about. Before I can do anything, I see my caller in MP kinda shrug-check. So I fire out $45 thinking I can take the pot down. He counts out some chips, shuffles them, pump-fakes that he's calling, and eventually calls. ****. Turn is a blank. Before I can act, I notice he's only got $30 or so behind, so I just go ahead and ship it. He insta-calls so I know I'm behind. River pairs the 4. I say "I missed" and show QQ. He shows his buddy his hand, waits a second, shuffles his cards around, and rolls over AA. **** you, buddy.

Lost another massive pot when I 3-bet with AA, someone jams all-in and I snap call. Flop KJx and he rolls over JJ. I don't catch up.

Lost yet another massive pot with QJ. Board ran out Q93 turn J river 7, and I bet all three streets. Opponent raised the river and I assumed it was a busted flush draw. Nope. 77. Called me the whole way down with 77.

I played a very short session at the Wynn one night. My wife asked if I won big money. I said "I'll pose another question that has the same answer: did I win a hand?" AK < KQ, AJ < QJ, and KQ < T9. Sigh.

I did book a couple of smaller winners at Red Rock (cash) and Stratosphere (tournament, 3-way chop for $250 each). But nothing to make up for the losses I've had over the past month. My poker tracker, which I've been using since the start of this thread, shows a loss of $1200. Now, my losses in cash games are only around $130. I just can't stay away from donkaments. There's the leak in my game.

On the advice of someone in this thread, I read that "Beat the Donks" book. Aside from an overwhelming amount of spelling, formatting, and grammatical errors, it was actually a really useful and insightful book. I employed some of the methods learned there at the TI donkament just last night and it won me some hands. But then I got cocky and ended up falling in to a new, horrible pattern: I'd win a big hand. Then, I'd bluff at a big pot, take it down, and show the bluff. Then, I'd try to bluff a couple of more times, run into a monster each time, and lose a ton of chips. Just couldn't get out of my own way.

I did flop a straight flush last night but didn't really win a ton. I may have cost myself chips playing it passively. With blinds at 100/200, I limp from EP (JUST LIKE THE BOOK ****ING TOLD ME NOT TO UGH I'M SO BAD AT THIS GAME) with T9ss. Six players to the flop, which comes out 876sss. Ding ding ding. It checks around to the button who bets 500. I'm the only caller. Turn is Tc. Without a 9 in his hand, I knew this would kill my action, so I check to see if he's caught the straight or what. River is Td, about the worst possible card for me to get any action unless he's flopped a set. I bet out 1000 hoping for a raise. He open-folds 86 for a counterfeited two pair.

I ended up busting out when I lost half my stack on a bluff and shoving the next hand with AJ. I'm called by AT. QJx on the flop. Turn 9. River K and I'm out to Broadway. Sigh.

I managed to catch a guy praying the Rosary between hands. Doesn't he know that praying to an Abrahamic God will only piss off the poker gods?



I promise I have more content coming soon. After all:

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Nice pictures, thanks for sharing.

Enjoying this thread quite a bit. Love the potpourri type nature of it - poker, out of town trips, old stories, various off strip local pics, UNLV - never know what your going to get. Then you throw post #332 at us and show another side. Great stuff. FYI - pretty normal thought. Once our parents reach a certain age (or in retrospect) most of us think about these types of things.

Who's in Vegas right now? Hosting some people for cards and a couple just backed out. Micro stakes and more goofy **** than hold em. PM me if you want to join.

I read that as blacked out and thought it was a bit early for that.

Wow! Spent the last couple of days reading the Spike Saga.

You tell great stories, and I can't wait for more. Also good to see a local boy make good (I lived for a great many years in Burlington).

Keep writing!

So I'm a terrible 2+2'er. I had a vacation that was supposed to be nothing but poker. And it kinda was, except I didn't post any updates or pictures or anything. I got tilted my first day out and it knocked me off my game for the entire week. I think I finished -800 because I couldn't stop thinking of that one hand that was about a $500 swing.

I bought a small Chinese GoPro knock-off. The video quality is pretty good (not super spectacular - 1080p 60fps but has a hard time with anything more than 5 feet away). I wanted to use it to record hands during sessions, but a) there's a giant blue light on the front of it and b) it breaks the videos up into randoms segments (anywhere from 8 to 15 minutes).

I have some pics from the last like two weeks. I may even post a couple of the sample videos I took with the new camera. For now, I need to sleep. I'm aiming for a Wednesday night update.

Here we go.

Saturday, October 29 -

I should back up a little bit here. For anyone who doesn't know this, Nevada doesn't celebrate Columbus Day. This is convenient, as there seems to be a bit of momentum for the anti-Columbus people. Instead, we get the last Friday of October off as Nevada Day, commemorating the day Nevada became a state. I probably don't need to go into the full history of how or why we were admitted to the union, but I do like that we came into the Union at the tail end of the Civil War and thus our motto, "Battle Born".

I decided to take the week of October 31 to November 4 off of work. I had no specific plans, but I figured I'd get a head start on the vacation with Nevada Day looming, so what the hell. Shortly before I left work that Thursday the 27th, I had a bit of a ****fit. I had been ambushed by someone from another department to work on a project that HOLY **** HAS TO BE DONE TODAY I CAN'T BELIEVE I FORGOT TO BRING THIS TO YOU BUT I NEED IT TODAY. Ugh. Fine. We sit and talk about it for a good 45 minutes. I crank out exactly what she wanted. I even emailed to confirm that this is the way she wanted things. Yup. Good to go. I send. Within 15 minutes, she called me three times, emailed twice, called my boss twice and emailed him twice about how I ****ed something up and she really needed this done in a completely different way.

This is why I take vacations. To get away from nonsense like this.

We did get it all sorted out. In reality, I had done things right. She just didn't realize that she was asking for everything to be combined under one category, but I pulled everything into four categories (which was the natural break - I know I'm being vague about all this and what I do, etc. Just know that the way our stuff is set up, it breaks everything down to the most granular level possible; she didn't realize this and asked for things under one certain heading). My boss even sent the revised final product without CC'ing me just so I wouldn't have to deal with the rash of inevitable follow-ups during my time off.

My wife's birthday was Thursday the 27th, but we were both swamped so nothing happened. We decided instead to celebrate on Saturday by getting dinner at Gordon Ramsay's Steak at the Paris. Being the good husband, I also booked her a spa appointment for that night. We walk around for a minute, find the spa, and she's off to massage bliss. I, on the other hand, know that the Bally's poker room is right around the corner. So I fire off down there for a little while, but end up booking about a $40 loss by the time she's ready to go. We have a little bit of time to kill, so we check out those shops in front of Bally's. I actually like that area quite a bit. It's not somewhere I thought to go, ever, but I may actually be back to grab some food or something there. It looks interesting.

Steak is... fine, I guess. I mean, "steak" (as in, the product) is delightful. The restaurant by that name is... fine. The service was outstanding, of course, and dessert (sticky toffee pudding) is my wife's favorite. But the meal wasn't anything that far exceeded Echo & Rig, Old Homestead, Vic & Anthony's, Oscar's, etc. Well, it exceeded them in price, for sure.

Monday, October 31 -

I woke up relatively early for a vacation day because I had something in the works. I drove over to my wife's office (passing the ol' Desert Manor on my way), we had a little pow-wow with one of her co-workers, and then we waited for high noon. The clock chimed, I logged on, and the page was active! Fifteen minutes later, after much deliberation and going back and forth, it was done.

I've got my seats for the (as of yet unnamed) hockey team when they start play next season. Section 221. Row D. Seats 3 and 4. Bring it on.

It sort of surprised me how interactive and intense the seat selection process was. The site was really easy to navigate and they had the actual view from each and every seat on the site, so you could really see what you were getting in to. My wife's co-worker and her husband are going to be sitting behind us, too, which will be fun. I have a feeling that by about game 3, the wives will be sick of our incessant screaming and end up sitting in a less embarrassing area.

After grabbing the seats, I decided to head over to Red Rock. I wasn't really planning on playing any poker, but I had enough for one bullet with me so I decided to grab a seat. I sat down just in time to post the big blind, and we were off to the races. And by races, I mean every OMC at the table folding to a $7 raise.

After about an orbit and a half, I have a slight read on a couple of the old timers, but two new players just sat down. Then, the hand that crippled my week happened. I'm going to put the results down at the bottom of this post as a spoiler just so you can check it out later. I will say that I am convinced I made the correct play. It's just really hard to not be results-oriented.

Everyone at the table has between $120 and $200, except the OMC to my right ($80) and the BTN ($450ish). UTG limps. UTG+1 raises to $15. MP1 calls $15. MP2 (OMC) shoves all in for $80. I'm in the HJ with $180 and see TT. I tank for about two minutes before making the decision (below).

After about an hour of play, I decide that my mind isn't on my game and it's going to be dark soon. I have to get home to give out candy for the trick-or-treaters. We didn't have a ton of kids last year, so the wife and I went out and bought full size boxes of candy to give out to the few kids we might actually see.



Zero. Zero kids showed up. All the lights were on, but I looked outside around 7 and all of our neighbors had shut their lights off. Meanwhile, I called my dad back home, and he had over 140. They were being shipped in from other towns, which was strange since their towns were nicer than mine. Oh well.

Tuesday, November 1 -

I spent most of the morning doing housework stuff. I had class that afternoon, so I went early to use the computer lab. The software for this one class just refuses to work on my laptop, which is super annoying.

Saw this weird cactus:



I went to a training on this at work, but I don't actually know what all these letter mean:



After class, I was going back and forth on whether to hit up the WSOP Main Event final table. Josephy had just been knocked out, but I figured I could check out some of the head's up action. I got yelled at for taking these:





Once I took the third one, security came over and said "Look, if you do that again, you're outta here." I tried to explain I had taken still photos in non-sequential hands, but then the guy decided to run over my words with "Someone is going to see you do that and I'll have to throw you out. You need to stop. Now." That's fine, but if I could just... "You can't take pictures in here." HEY ****HEAD. IF YOU LET ME SPEAK I COULD TELL YOU THAT THE DUDE TWO ROWS IN FRONT OF ME HAS BEEN VIDEOTAPING EVERY HAD FOR THE LAST HALF HOUR okay okay you keep talking and I'll keep my mouth shut. No, threatening me with expulsion for taking three blurry pictures on my phone is clearly more important than talking to the guy using some weird-ass camera, zoomed in on the table, recording everything. Good. Bronze star for you. Jackass. When security did finally spot the guy taping, it was "Excuse me, sir. Please don't tape in here. It's not allowed." Apparently I'm menacing enough to warrant threats, but he wasn't.

I was starving around 10pm so I decided to leave, grab some food, and head home. Nothing super exciting happened at home but I did manage to stay up to catch the end of the final table. Now that they've seen the success of one of their own, maybe Asians will finally take to gambling.

Wednesday, November 2 -

I decided to play afternoon poker at the MGM. I seem to do well against the fishy tourists there more than anywhere else. I get my name on the list and they almost immediately open a new table. And for some reason, I just can't make anything work today. I bought in for $200. I dumped some off chasing a flush (played it bad) but worked my stack back up to about $240 when this hand happened.

I'm UTG+1 and raise to $10 with KQcc. Only the BTN calls, with about $130 behind. Flop comes Q93ddx. I fire $20, he calls pretty quickly. Turn brings the 9d. The board has paired but it brought the flush. I bet $40, figuring I can fold to a shove. He tilts his head, looks concerned, puts his head down, shakes it a little, and makes the call. I figure he's either on a flush/draw and he put me on a 9. River is a 3, double-pairing the board. I see this as an opportunity to steal by repping the boat, so I shove. He tanks, and tanks, and tanks, and tanks. Finally, he calls and shows T5dd for the turned non-nut flush. Wow. Okay.

Two hands later, four players limp to me in the BB and I see A9ss, easily my least favorite hand. I raise to $12 to try and get out a few of stragglers, and again, only the button calls. This kid is clearly a tourist with what seems to be no live experience. Flop comes 922. I bet $20, he calls. Turn is a blank. I bet $20 again, figuring he's not going to understand bet sizing anyway so why risk it. He calls. River is an A. Now here, I did something I almost never do: I talked during the hand. I said "I guess we're just battling over who has the bigger kicker. I'm all in." I don't know why I did it. Maybe I had him on a deuce and I wanted to try to steal the pot out from under him by getting him to fold a weak one. Maybe I just stopped giving a ****. Eventually, he calls and shows 32o. Of course. Of course he'll call a raise pre with 32o. Of course I'll lose with A9. Of course. I hate this game.

I agreed to meet up with some people at a sports bar to watch Game 7 of the World Series. We end up at the Sporting Life bar on Jones and Robindale. Two of my friends lived in the community directly behind this property, and I lived in the apartments at Rainbow and Robindale for almost three years. I love this area, but almost never go down there anymore. Which is a shame, because one of my favorite restaurants in Vegas is in the same plaza:



About the third inning, I decide to text my boss. He's been a massive Cubs fan his entire life. As a Red Sox fan, I was sympathetic to the championship drought. Cubs and Sox fans used to be called the "Fellowship of the Miserable" by some sports writers. The Cubs were ahead, so I decided to troll him a little bit.

"Hey John, I know it's late and I'm on vacation, but do you have a minute to talk about a couple of projects? Is this a bad time?"
I figured I'd get some kind of "LOL" or "**** off, Spike" response. Instead, I got:
"I've got a few minutes, sure. What's up?"
Okay, I can salvage this trolling. "Jesus John, get off the phone and go watch the game." To which he responds.

Well... that backfired. I wished him well, then immediately shut off my phone.

After the game, I went with a few people to the South Point. We used to do the 11pm bingo session then go bowling after midnight for dollar games, dollar drinks on weeknights all the time. This was a great time to re-live all that. The South Point is hosting the Indian National Finals Rodeo, which I thought was interesting:



It's nothing but a sea of cowboy hats and boots in this place. I brought my little video camera. I wanted to post a couple of the short videos I took from that night but I don't know how to create a YouTube channel that's not connected to my Google+/real name. I'm too lazy to figure that out right now. It was a fun night, but bingo was not kind to any of us. Oh well.

Thursday, November 3 -

I met up with Joboo for lunch at:



Great food, and I love the new location, but there's zero parking there. We ended up a couple of streets away and walked by this:



With this behind the wheel:



Creepy.

Class that night, followed by passing by the Paris. The lights went out when someone accidentally cut the power lines, and the backup generators didn't work for whatever reason. It's a little difficult to see, but it looks strange with zero lights on:



As for the rest of the week/weekend, I played a couple of tournaments at the Mirage and TI. The 2pm tournaments at the Mirage are single tables at best. I ended up chopping head's up with a guy for like $200, but that was my only profitable play this entire week. Honestly, it all kinda sucked.

I have more from this past week, but it has taken me too long to type up this much. More to come later this week, including a wedding of two emotionless people, the election, and why I am officially a jinx.

So you have been tilting the entire week because you made the correct play and folded? Seems backward.

Yeah, I thought you had taken a beat and lost a big pot. Solid fold. Look at your equity when you acted. You saved a bunch of money by folding.


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The meaning of this sentence changes significantly if you remove the apostrophe.

Considering the apostrophe makes no sense at all... what?

Nice update Spikey.


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