September 15 – “And now he’s acting like a bully, / so he tries to push and pull me, / but he knows that he can’t fool me so he’s mad. / He has no choice but to scream, / and raise his voice up at me, / cause it annoys him to see that I ain’t scared. / You aint no motherf***ing bully. ”
So I headed over to Harrahs Philadelphia on Monday on minimal sleep and got ready to grind. Unfortunately there was a long wait for the 2/5, so I had to start in a 1/2 and work my way up.
Run Em Over
The 1/2 at Harrahs sucks as much as ever. It’s a bunch of OMC nits basically, so I ran the table over… I did pick up some hands preflop and just took down a bunch of small pots.
Results: +$27 in 34 minutes at 1/2 ($4 in tips)
Cold as Ice
I finally got into the 1/3 and ran KK into AA, we got it all-in preflop.
Results: -$288 in 28 minutes at 1/3 ($2 in tips)
Finally in the 2/5
I finally got into the 2/5, which was a much better game than the 1/2 or 1/3. Early on I flopped a flush against an aggro action player and won a huge pot.
Hand No. 1
A tight player limps UTG and I make it $25 with A
A
. An action player calls in the blinds and the UTG nit makes it $125. I am shocked – like, does he have the other two? Or KK? I think he may fold KK to a 4bet, so I flat. I also want the action player in, but he folds. We’re about $900 deep going to the flop.
Flop ($275): Q
5
5
He checks, I bet $150, he folds. He says he had JJ and I tell him A
K
. He flips out and tells me how terrible it is to call $100 at 2/5 with AK and that if I do that they’re going to change my name to (REDACTED for fish’s privacy). I laugh and say I can’t fold AK.
Going to War With The Whale
The action whale then asks me how much money I have in play. I tell him about $1,200. He turns to the dealer and says “10 percent.” The dealer says, huh? The whale says, “$120 tip to you if you felt him. I’m putting a bounty on his head.”
I laugh and say, “OK, bring it on man.”
He tells me a couple of times he’s going to felt me, and asks me how I’m going to feel when I lose to him with two random s*** cards that he stacks me with. “I won’t care man, bring it on. Let’s go.”
He seems aggravated that I’m not in fear at the prospect of playing and possibly losing a $2.4K pot. He seems to realize that I’m not one of those run of the mill scared-ass regulars that he can bully around when stacks get deep. So he resorts to trying to tilt me.
He asks me if the S on my hat stands for s***hole, and starts calling me s***head. I ignore him. Then he starts ripping on Delaware, and I laugh and tell him he’s going to have to try harder to piss me off – I don’t like Delaware anyway.
He pauses. “What do you weigh, about 250?”
I respond, “A little less. By the way (pointing to a stack of greens), this is the money I won off you – in case you’re wondering.”
That gets under his skin, and we’re prepared to go at it. A while later I play a big pot against him with an overpair and win another $300-$400 off him and he is clearly annoyed and keeps eyeballing my chips.
Unfortunately, I can’t play a long session because I have to get home for Monday Night Football… He gets down below $800 on the table anyway, so at least I didn’t pass up an opportunity to stack him for like 2K more.
Results: +$1,593 in 2 hours, 56 minutes at 2/5 ($13 in tips)