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Don't pretend like you only win 6 BBs/100.
Mini-TR from Vegas: I just woke up after being awake for almost two full days, and I figured I should post these two hands before I forget them...
Hand 1: 2/5 at the Wynn, I've got like $750, and this old Azn dude sits down. I hear him say he just came from a 15/30 O8 table, and he buys in for $500ish, so I figure he's pretty competent. He open-limps from MP, I complete 74s in the SB, and the drunk girl in the BB checks. I check in the dark, and the flop comes K-7-7. Drunk girl bets $10, and the Azn insta-mins to $20. It's literally his first hand, and my kicker sucks, so I just flat the $20, as does the drunk chick. Turn Q, I check, and they both check, so I figure I have the nuts. The river is an ace, which really sucks because I figure K-x won't call as big of a bet now. I fire $40, the drunk chick says, "F'n ace" and folds, and before her cards even hit the muck, the Azn insta-mins again to $80. I'm obviously gonna call since I'm probably chopping, but I pretend to think about it for a few seconds just so I don't look dumb. He's staring at me with this huge smile on my face, so I ask if he has a boat. His smile gets even bigger, and he's almost reaching across the table as he points at my chips and says, "It's onree fowty mow!" I almost want to fold because he clearly thinks he's super strong, but I really only lose to A7. I say "Okay, I call," and before I can even finish my sentence, the Azn dude rolls over his hand with all the confidence in the world. I'm on the other side of the table and don't have my glasses on, so I think it's A7 until I hear the dealer say, "He shows ace eight." I sort of chuckle as I turn my hand over, and he says something in half-English/half-Chinese that I cannot understand. He repeats it like four times, and I don't understand a single word of it, so I just smile and nod as I rake in the pot.
Hand 2: 1/2 at the MGM as I wait for 2/5 to open up. I've been in the game for maybe 10 hands, but almost everyone seems terrible. I hear my name called over the PA, so I pick up my chips and walk to the 2/5 table. When I get there, though, there is no seat; apparently, a guy busted, thought about leaving, then decided to rebuy. The floor tells me to go back to my 1/2 seat until another 2/5 opens up, which should be any minute. I've barely sat back down at the 1/2 game when I pick up 77 UTG+1. I limp, as do 4-5 other people. The SB pops it to $15, and because it's 1/2, everyone calls. The flop is Q
7
2
, and the SB leads for $20 (lol). I raise to $60, and it folds around to the BTN, some fat kid who thinks he's awesome but is clearly a drooler. He gives a speech and shoves for ~$140, the SB thinks and folds, and I obviously snap with my set. As he goes to turn his hand over, he flips up his cards, but one of them flips back over. His 2 is exposed, but his other card is still face down as the turn comes out (MGM deals fast on all-ins). I flip up my sevens as the turn brick comes out, and I say, "Is that pocket deuces?" The river is another brick, so I have the nuts, but he still hasn't turned over his other card. Finally, he flips it over, and it's the Q. Yeah, Q2. To be honest, I think he thought he was ahead even after I turned over my hand. He finally figures out that he's beat and goes, "Eww, sick cooler." The kid on my right, who actually seemed pretty good, starts laughing and shaking his head: "He called a raise with queen-two? I just don't get it." Two hands later, a 2/5 seat opens up, and I throw the floorman a few of the two hundred bucks he just helped me earn. For once, I run goooood.
Mini-TR from Vegas: I just woke up after being awake for almost two full days, and I figured I should post these two hands before I forget them...
Hand 1: 2/5 at the Wynn, I've got like $750, and this old Azn dude sits down. I hear him say he just came from a 15/30 O8 table, and he buys in for $500ish, so I figure he's pretty competent. He open-limps from MP, I complete 74s in the SB, and the drunk girl in the BB checks. I check in the dark, and the flop comes K-7-7. Drunk girl bets $10, and the Azn insta-mins to $20. It's literally his first hand, and my kicker sucks, so I just flat the $20, as does the drunk chick. Turn Q, I check, and they both check, so I figure I have the nuts. The river is an ace, which really sucks because I figure K-x won't call as big of a bet now. I fire $40, the drunk chick says, "F'n ace" and folds, and before her cards even hit the muck, the Azn insta-mins again to $80. I'm obviously gonna call since I'm probably chopping, but I pretend to think about it for a few seconds just so I don't look dumb. He's staring at me with this huge smile on my face, so I ask if he has a boat. His smile gets even bigger, and he's almost reaching across the table as he points at my chips and says, "It's onree fowty mow!" I almost want to fold because he clearly thinks he's super strong, but I really only lose to A7. I say "Okay, I call," and before I can even finish my sentence, the Azn dude rolls over his hand with all the confidence in the world. I'm on the other side of the table and don't have my glasses on, so I think it's A7 until I hear the dealer say, "He shows ace eight." I sort of chuckle as I turn my hand over, and he says something in half-English/half-Chinese that I cannot understand. He repeats it like four times, and I don't understand a single word of it, so I just smile and nod as I rake in the pot.
Hand 2: 1/2 at the MGM as I wait for 2/5 to open up. I've been in the game for maybe 10 hands, but almost everyone seems terrible. I hear my name called over the PA, so I pick up my chips and walk to the 2/5 table. When I get there, though, there is no seat; apparently, a guy busted, thought about leaving, then decided to rebuy. The floor tells me to go back to my 1/2 seat until another 2/5 opens up, which should be any minute. I've barely sat back down at the 1/2 game when I pick up 77 UTG+1. I limp, as do 4-5 other people. The SB pops it to $15, and because it's 1/2, everyone calls. The flop is Q
72, and the SB leads for $20 (lol). I raise to $60, and it folds around to the BTN, some fat kid who thinks he's awesome but is clearly a drooler. He gives a speech and shoves for ~$140, the SB thinks and folds, and I obviously snap with my set. As he goes to turn his hand over, he flips up his cards, but one of them flips back over. His 2 is exposed, but his other card is still face down as the turn comes out (MGM deals fast on all-ins). I flip up my sevens as the turn brick comes out, and I say, "Is that pocket deuces?" The river is another brick, so I have the nuts, but he still hasn't turned over his other card. Finally, he flips it over, and it's the Q. Yeah, Q2. To be honest, I think he thought he was ahead even after I turned over my hand. He finally figures out that he's beat and goes, "Eww, sick cooler." The kid on my right, who actually seemed pretty good, starts laughing and shaking his head: "He called a raise with queen-two? I just don't get it." Two hands later, a 2/5 seat opens up, and I throw the floorman a few of the two hundred bucks he just helped me earn. For once, I run goooood.
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