I visited the new CAZ poker room yesterday for the first time. Here are just a few thoughts. Cliffs notes: Out of town visitor played 8 hours of limit holdem, lost a little, had a good meal, and wasn't too warm.
I'm from Southern Cal, and I'm not a full time pro, but I'm a winning semi-regular player and I play a lot of live poker at a cardroom very close to my house. I had been to the old CAZ a bunch of times, because my inlaws live in central Phoenix and we come out here about twice a year, though we hadn't been for a while, so I had never been to the new place. I always liked playing at the old tent place because they seemed to do a good job managing seating, food, and chips for a pretty big room. I know the regs gripe about little things, but for the occasional visitor like me it was always a pleasant place to come play live poker against bad players.
For the most part, all of that efficiency seemed to translate over to the new permanent building. The valet drop was easy to find, and the valets were polite and conveyed a sense that my ex-cop father in law's 2010 Infinity would be safe. The poker room is a short walk from the valet; when I got there at around 1pm I first looked up at the board to see which games were going. There was a nice assortment of limit holdem games up to 8/16. I was surprised not to see any 20/40 up there, but I later found out that they keep the board for the "upper section" games (though "upper" is only a metaphor) in another part of the room. They also had listed on the main board some spread limit games up to 3/5, and there were a bunch of omaha games going as well, a greater assortment than I expected. The players rewards desk was right nearby, and I quickly got myself a card and figured out the swipe checkin system without any trouble. Just as I was being called for a seat in an 8/16 holdem game, they were calling down the list for the first 20/40 game of the day.
I decided to stay and play 8/16 for a few hours just to get my bearings in the room, and maybe have a little lunch. The first thing I noticed was that that tables are
massive. I was in the 3 seat, and the guys in 7 and 8 felt like they were a million miles away. This will be important later. The 8/16 was full of bad regs who knew each other, with a couple out of town visitors like me. The play wasn't as passive as it sometimes is at those stakes; most pots were single raised, but there wasn't much 3-betting either. The regs were mostly bitter old dudes who spent their time telling unfunny stories, calling two bets cold, and complaining about the river. Standard live limit holdem fare. Speaking of fare, I found that the Thai Pepper Beef with fried rice is still on the menu, and is still amazing.
I didn't pick up many real hands for the first few hours, so I just played position. I was down a couple of racks when I played a big pot. I had 5
4
in the HJ and it was folded to me so I put out eight chips for a raise. A bit speculative, but I had a tight image from being card dead and the blinds had been letting me rob them a bit from that spot so, whatever. It folded around to the button who called two cold, and the BB called. Flop was 6
5
5
, and they checked to me so I put out four chips for a bet. "Eight", someone said. "Kill pot". So somehow I hadn't noticed that it was a kill pot, and my eight chip preflop action was a call and not a raise. (My contacts were really killing me from swimming with my kids in the morning, and the huge tables put the flop really really far away, so I guess I was having some trouble seeing clearly. The killer was the BB, so that camouflaged the kill pot.) So I put out four more chips for the bet, and I got called by the button, who, despite being bitter and looking like a decomposing Christopher Walken, was looser than expected. Turn was the 3
, giving me trips and a straight draw. Bet $32 and call. River is 9
and I bet. Now Walken raises on the button. Pot is big, he could be bluffing missed diamonds, but I really think he just has a bigger 5 and decided to be tricky and let me catch up before getting aggressive. I put in a crying call, and he shows 8
7
for a straight. It's probably an easy bet/fold in a game like this, but I suck and deserved to be buried, which I now was.
I thought about moving over to the 5-500 spread limit game which I had played at the old place, but it's so rare that I get to play mid-stakes live limit anymore that I decided to take advantage of chance, and I moved over to the new 20/40 must move game which started a few hours later. So it took over 20 minutes for the notoriously intertial mid-stakes players to drag themselves over to the table for the start of the game. I bought two racks and decided to play cautious until I figured out who were the marks in the game. So the first hand gets dealt and I look at K
J
in MP. Frick, so much for easing into the game. So I sling in an eight chip raise. I get immediately 3-bet in the HJ, BB calls, I call. I didn't want to sit down and just lose a big pot right out of the gate, but I'm not going to sit there and open fold KJs in a limit holdem game either. Flop is Ace rag rag rainbow, so I happily check/fold. Don't get me wrong, I would have been thrilled with a spade draw or a J-high flop, but without knowing whether the 3-bettor had a real hand or was just waving his pee-pee around, I'm just fine missing. And as Tommy Angelo says (slightly modified), the best way to stay afloat is to miss every flop.
I missed a bunch more flops, lost a rack, but then finally figured out who were the tough pros, who thought they were tough pros, and who the marks were, I was able to dig myself out back up to a small loser before getting the call to move to the main game. The main game was much softer than the must move. Again, I picked up a hand as soon as I sat down, QJo in the HJ. I open and get called by BB. Flop is AJ7r. Check/bet/call. Turn 3, check/bet/call. River is a T, he checks. Again, I've never seen the BB, so I guess he's got some piece, most likely a bad ace or maybe KJ. I check meekly behind and he shows 97 or some cheese. He probably doesn't call the river, but its probably a bet, and I guess I suck again.
I played for a few more hours, and won maybe three big pots, and lost two big pots, and quit at around 8pm up a few bets in the game. Here's one big pot I lost. A limper, I raise red Q
Q
from LP and get some callers. Flop is J
T
x
. I bet, BB calls. Turn is 9
, check/bet/call. River is K
and now BB bets into me. BB is a mid 30s guy in a muscle shirt who was a bad reg and at least 4 beers deep. A guy like that could have two pairs and sets in his value range, but more likely we're chopping or he has a small flush. But something wouldn't let me just call there, because OMG I have a straight, so my hand involuntarily makes four quick stacks of four red chips. If thy hand offend thee, cut it off. He just calls somehow, and tables K
3
. I spend the next few minutes trying to figure out who played the hand worse.
Now my contacts were getting really bad, to the point where I was having a very hard time seeing flops, and starting to get concerned about the drive home in the dark. The drunk reg left, and most of the players from the must move had come over, so just about everybody was at least somewhat competent. Nobody was super tricky, but there were no obvious spots left in the game, so I just racked up and left.
Postscript: I went to the desk to see what I could do with my 7 hrs and 15 mins of play time. They said the minimum increment of cashability was 8 hrs, so I couldn't get any comps. Is that right? Seems weird. I may come back for one more session this week before heading back to Cal. All in all it was a good trip, and the new CAZ is a pretty nice place to play.
Oh, and there were no A/C issues as far as I'm concerned. I always got cold at the old place, so even if it was a bit warm here, I was very comfortable the whole time.