It boggles my mind how you can beat 100NL and fail at live games. Still enjoying the TR thus far though keep 'em coming!

^^^ i'd have to agree with the guy above me. there's a general consensus that live games are easier to win in than online. many posters on here even say that $5/$10nl live plays like $100nl online.

in the SSNL forum, there are many $100nl grinders who clear $4-6k a month. perhaps you don't have time to play enough to win that amount regularly but surely you must have had more available?

switching from your regular cash games online to sngs where you surely have a much smaller edge as it's a donk'n'go with 10 bb's each late op seems crazy to me.

i can't help thinking your story would have been WAY different if you had taken $3-5k and played $200nl or w/e the lowest nl cash games were.

if anything, you should have tried to satty into a WSOP event online if you felt you really had to try.

but as i said, i would have stuck with the cash games. reading your TR has really depressed me

good move lol

[x] Guys not getting laid during their trip to Vegas this year.

great thread!
nice read.

Shhh, don't give away the ending.

Anyway, Mikey lives in Vegas, so I like his chances.

UPDATE PLEASE!!!!

I want to hear the ending to this

[x] Telling everybody they're at WSOP, but really are hanging out in lobby at "A Mid-Summer's Night Aboard The Newly Re-Designed U.S.S. Enterprise"

I have 875 chips and push T5o in the cutoff with blinds at 100/200. The big blind makes a horrendous call with 87s and spikes an 8 on the river to take me out.


if he has any sort of chipstack why fold getting 2-1

so you played like 17 live sngs and didnt win any?

only chopped like 2 or 3 times?

and you played near perfect poker?

Was the fight with your girlfriend directly related to you leaving on a vegas trip, or not? I'll understand of course if you don't wish to share this part of the story. Good read though, I look forward to the rest.

will any more parts be posted soon?

more more more.

post one more imo

if this guy got staked for a $1500 dollar event with ease....then Robl would hook me up with a 10k main event seat no problem....who would stake such a broke ass fake gambling nit mini stakes 3 dollar blackjack "card counter" in the first place?

Good trip reports dude. Nevermind the haters.


But I do have to agree with the cash game comments. 1-2 live is a joke. 90% of them would get crushed at 25nl online let alone 100nl.

G2cu's life isn't even worth a blog. So how is hanging out with G2cu worthy of a read?

i'm sure its all good, i skimmed over a bunch, but you seriously need paragraphs.

He didn't; it was for most of his stack. Calling with 8-hi here is pretty ridiculous. Gap concept IMO.

Pretty much, with the exception of Game One that I should have won had I played correctly heads-up. I could have chopped twice on the first day but was not accepting them. I chopped later because I was tired of losing them all. The second one I chopped (where I had the advantage) would have been an outright win for me if KJ had beaten K7.

I think it was indirectly related; she thought I was going to spend more time with her immediately before leaving than I had allotted. We do occasionally fight about gambling-related things though.

Robl staked me as a favor because I was a good employee and we became friends. I asked him back in December. Do you have fun slandering people behind a shield of anonymity? No wait, I don't care.

Good2cu's life actually is worth a blog, and it has readers. I also hung with Galfond, Torelli, Sass, and others, which I thought was pretty neat.

One more thing on live games... I don't know why, but I just get nervous in that setting and playing for what seems like a lot. It's irrational and will hopefully go away with practice. Anybody else ever experience this? I'm confident in my game, but I just feel right now like live is a different animal.

One more segment coming up for tonight. I want to post the last one on Monday morning.

Mike Sexton in some WSOP event.

Sunday, 6/22/08
I’m awoken from a dream about being at Gramma’s place at 9:15 A.M. by the alarm I set and immediately regret it. I whack the snooze button, but moments later Jason is pounding on my door. I groggily clean up and cook the last of our eggs, and then we head out. We end up leaving our luggage at the Marriott for the day and decide to head to downtown Vegas to try the two deck blackjack at Binion’s Horseshoe Casino, or wherever else it’s handy. We make a few stops and call Andrew every so often to beg for a place to sleep, because it seems like we are hanging in the wind here.

We spend basically the whole day at the Fremont playing blackjack and the occasional craps (which Jason finds less interesting), and I lose a bunch of money again. Stupid gambling. I’m exhausted as the day wears on, and am not really having a good time. I’ve been running awful, one of the dealers sucked a lot, and downtown is kind of a hovel. Jason suggests I quit craps for life, which is almost definitely the best suggestion I’ve heard for a while.

Finally around 7:00 P.M. we get in touch with Robl, who’s still not at his place but should be there soon. Robl has agreed to get a hotel room somewhere for us (I had to ask, since I thought we were covered), but doesn’t want us to stay at his place again because he’s been running bad at poker and has trouble sleeping with people there. We decide to take a cab all the way back to the Marriott, collect our gear, and then go to Robl’s apartment. He’s not there right away, but we’re let in and so we wait outside his door for him to arrive, uncomfortable and tired but able to access the internet. I chat online with Lauren for a bit and think about how I’d go home to her right now if I could.

Robl finally shows up and lets us in. He tells us he’s been looking at poker hands with Sass and also hanging out with durrrr (who had a 9 in his bed, apparently). I ask him if he ever gets lonely in this place by himself and he responds no, he likes poker hands better than people. I guess I can see how in this town, that might start to seem like a more satisfying thing to spend time with. I hope I never feel that way, though.

Meanwhile, Jason and Andrew’s friend Wesley (“the_R3aLde4L”), whom I’ve talked to and met once before, has final tabled the PokerStars Sunday Million tournament. The three of us sweat him for a while and work on a badugi-related math problem that Robl has posed. I hope that he will let us stay at his place tonight since this thing will probably be going late, but he makes it clear he’d still prefer us to find somewhere else. I try calling a few places but nobody seems to have anything. I need to take a one-hour nap to refresh, as I’m running on empty. I have a hard time getting to sleep and it seems to go by very quickly once I do.

I get up in time to see the final few hands of the tournament, which Wes wins – he doesn’t get full prize money because they agreed to a partial chop, but he gets the lion’s share (~$120k, of which he owns half the action) and that will be life-changing money for him. I call Bill’s Gamblin’ Hall, which Robl says has good rooms, but they have no openings either. Robl finally says we can crash here (despite the way it may disrupt his balance), which is a great relief and I continue to be impressed by his generosity and understanding. I’ll call Bill’s in the morning and get a room for our final two nights. Jason gives me a, “Can I have the bed, since you ran bad for all my money?” Well, since you put it like that… It’s the couch for me tonight, which is fine. At least I know where I’m sleeping.

Ugh please never ask Robl for another thing ever again. Good friends don't pull stuff like that on a regular basis or 'hope' (especially vocally) for that kind of stuff. If you can't afford the trip without doing so, so be it.

I'm sure that comes off incredibly harsh but after the guy let you stay with him for 2 nights at the beginning and staked you in an event which he probably wouldn't have without the pre-existing relationship, the other times you ask him for things or want things from him are just incredibly off-putting. Not sure how wild he'd be about inviting you to hang out with his friends only for you to then write about how you 'hope you're never like that' or whatever along those lines you said either.

Dont have a place to sleep=Go and bust money on blackjack????? wtf

OP you sponge a lot from your friends. Also, I hate to tell you this but your friend Robl obv didn't want to hang out with you. Don't you take a hint.

Yeah that's pretty weak, whatever. Good writing.