A Downswingin We Will Go: Part 1
It started on Friday at 6 p.m. I had just eaten a buffet with a fellow 2+2er, enjoyed some good food and was feeling refreshed, ready for a nice solid session. I found my seat at a 2/5 game where I only recognized two people at the table, one being a part of a group of British grinders who show up once a year for 3-4 months and crush the games. A couple of good hands and a solid bluff had me at +$550 in the first half hour. Then I tried the old triple barrel bluff and boy did it backfire. I was utg+3 and raised with the Q
9
to 20, folded around to the Brit in the hijack and he bumps it up to $45. Folded back around to me and I make it $105. He thinks for around 25 seconds and throws in the call. He has me covered by a considerable amount and effective stacks were $1100.
Flop: Q
5
2
I threw out a continuation bet of $85 and he quickly called.
Turn: 3
. I fired out $205 and he quickly calls while turning back around to eat his sandwich, seemingly uninterested in the river card.
River:4
. I didn't even think about it, before I had time to calm myself down, mainly to let it sink in that I knew I was beat and he was going to call or raise whatever I threw forward I made it $125. Value bet bluff was the only thing I can remember going through my head. He turns around, mustard running down the side of his face and says "all in", while still chewing on his sandwich. I insta-muck. I rarely ever triple barrel bluff in a cash game and this is an example of why I shouldn't. I slowly built my stack back up over about 4 hours, nothing exciting, just standard plays, when I got a call from a friend who was up the strip playing in a great 2/5 game at the Wynn. I had only played tourneys at the Wynn, never cash and decided to give it a shot. It has one of the largest caps for 2/5 in town and I've been told it plays like a 5/10. Sounds good.
The 2/5 game was fantastic and as advertised, played like a 5/10. Stacks were all 1k+, some being north of 2.5k and the players were looser than a Boulder Highway streetwalker. I didn't write any hands into my phone but I do remember two hands that occurred around 5 a.m. My stack was down from the capped buy in by $200, but I was still feeling pretty good. The big stack at the table was sitting with around 4k from basically getting hit in the face with the deck. He was a young Asian kid who looked like he was on cocaine, he kept rubbing his nose, having to dab drainage with a tissue and frequently left the table to go to the restroom. Folded around to me in the hijack and I looked down at the A
K
, quickly raising to the table standard of $35. Young Asian kid in the BB rubs his nose and makes it $200. I put in another bet for a total of $475 and he doesn't hesitate before throwing in two more black chips and three greens.
Flop:AxAx8x He shoves all in immediately, he didn't even look at the flop. I saw this. He was busy texting on his phone, looked at his stack and announced his action. I call.
Turn and River: 7x9x He tables KK and I scoop the $2600 pot.
The very next hand utg raises to $35. UTG is a middle aged white gentleman who I have seen play 2 hands during his 5 hours at the table. He seems more interested in swirling the olives in his martini than playing the game. Action is folded around to me and I have a beautiful pair of deuces. I call and the Young Asian makes it his famous $200. UTG throws in the call as do I and we see a flop.
Flop:234r . Young Asian slides out a very large continuation bet of $525 and UTG thinks for a second before looking at the remainders of his stack, somewhere around $450 and announces all in. The board was rainbow and there is no way I am letting this go. I elect to call and we see a turn.
Turn:3x Young Asian immediately slides out $600. I decide after a long time in the tank to go all in and I can tell by the look on the Young Asian's face he is beat. He spends a good 5 minutes saving face before throwing his cards into the muck.
River: 3x I look over at the Middle aged white guy as he smiles and tables his Ax5x, not realizing any pair beats him. I flip my deuces over and scoop the $3300 pot, bringing my profits for Friday night/Saturday Morning to $4600.
I lost a hand a couple of hours later with the ole flopped set over set situation, which brought my profits down to $3250 and I took a break to go eat some breakfast and take a walk on the strip before starting back up. Very few drugs in the world can compare to the high you feel when you walk out of the casino a big winner. I basically floated out the doors and down the street to Hash House.
Little did I know I would lose all the money in my backpack and more by the end of the weekend. It was the calm before the storm. As I said before, I am the epitome of the saying "the bigger the rise, the harder the fall."
I'll put up part two here in a little bit. I am down in New Orleans right now and need to get me a poboy stat!