Okay – as I endeavour to finish my trip report of Vegas I thought it was perhaps time to give a poker update. Well, since leaving Uni I’ve kept my playing to SNGs and tourneys, and I’ve discovered that I’m pretty bad with MTTs and almost as bad with SNGs. I’d like to say that I assume it’s just luck that’s costing me – and yer I’ve had some rather laughable beats – but hey as my graph begins to look more and more like that of Enron’s profits in their last year of trading I decided that it was perhaps time to give the tourneys a break. So it’s back to 6-max cash.
Well – I’m playing on FT and PTY and playing well below what my roll can handle ($50NL with a $5400 roll) – however, I’m really enjoying it. I’m only playing 4 tables at a time and so far have been having pretty good results. I’m playing 17/13 which is prolly well below optimal, but the FT $50NL has loosened up so much since I last played there, and I have induced a few amusing spews.
1) http://www.pokerhand.org/?3347308 – felt pretty happy with my play here. My feelings were that having check called the turn, betting out on the river would tell my opponent that I had the nuts – therefore, checking was really the only option – and it got me some pretty good value from air.
2) http://www.pokerhand.org/?3347319 – this hand I have absolutely no idea about – he insta-called my all-in and I really couldn’t believe that I was ahead. Think I played it ok though.
In sum – I’m really enjoying playing cash poker again and hoping to move up to NL$100 in about a month. And at some point I’ll get back to writing up my Vegas posts.
All the best
Monday 20 October 2008
Sunday 12 October 2008
Gambling in Vegas - part 2
Reaching Caesars without being sick was an achievement in itself after the previous night’s fun. My poor condition became apparent when I sat down at the tourney I had registered for and found out instead of being the $110 MTT, it was a $65 SNG (with a $15 vig!) Enjoyed joking with the table over my breakfast but only saw one playable hand, which turned out to be my last.
Moved over to the $1/$3 NLH and sat down with $400. Things went a little better, and after a tourist donated $300 to me by showing an inability to fold JJ pre against my KK I was feeling like a pro. Then this happened: UTG call, Ollie (UTG+1) – raises to $15, folds round to UTG who raises to $45 and then begins the ‘I am so weak, I just did that with shit so I will do everything I can to avoid eye contact’. So after checking his stack, about $550, I decide to flat and set-mine against his KK/AA. Flop is Q high, he bets I inadvertently like my lips and prepare to take down a big pot. He shoves to my raise and I table my set, he then tables his set as the ace peels off on the turn. Eeeek – though live poker wasn’t supposed to be rigged... I pick up the last of my chips and mope over to the craps table – the sick tilted anger was much less dangerous at a game of chance...
25 minutes later I had managed to double my day’s losses – I think I was stuck about $650. For someone who used to playing $50nl that’s quite a big loss. The hang-over was really kicking in so I decided to sleep. I woke up at about 9ish to get to my table at Picasso for dinner.
After dinner I felt even worse; I’d slept very little in the last two days, I’d drunk more free booze than I could think about without having to simultaneously quell my urge to projectile vomit and to make matters worse we now had to get to our table at Pure with a painful 1 bottle minimum. My dad’s not a spirit drinker, so I knew I’d be alone battling the $500 bottle of vodka. TBH, of all the evenings this one I remember so little about. I’m used to combating the affects of large quantities of alcohol with equally large quantities of Columbia’s finest export – however, without any trustworthy sources I had to forgo this luxury.
My next memory was of staring into the toilet bowl in our room being reminded of my evening meal course by course...
The next day I decided that it was perhaps unwise to attempt to reduce my losses with any serious gambling. We decided instead to do a bit of sightseeing starting at the Luxor and moving north. I know I was hanging out of my arsehole (and this may have altered my judgement), but I thought that Luxor was perhaps the most unimaginative building outside of the Communist Block...however, I was proven wrong when we moved on to Excalibur. However, after these two letdowns, much of the rest of the strip was as good as I’d expected – I particularly liked the MGM, Caesars, the Venetian, the Hard Rock and the Rio. – all for different reasons that I can’t really be bothered to go into.
Moved over to the $1/$3 NLH and sat down with $400. Things went a little better, and after a tourist donated $300 to me by showing an inability to fold JJ pre against my KK I was feeling like a pro. Then this happened: UTG call, Ollie (UTG+1) – raises to $15, folds round to UTG who raises to $45 and then begins the ‘I am so weak, I just did that with shit so I will do everything I can to avoid eye contact’. So after checking his stack, about $550, I decide to flat and set-mine against his KK/AA. Flop is Q high, he bets I inadvertently like my lips and prepare to take down a big pot. He shoves to my raise and I table my set, he then tables his set as the ace peels off on the turn. Eeeek – though live poker wasn’t supposed to be rigged... I pick up the last of my chips and mope over to the craps table – the sick tilted anger was much less dangerous at a game of chance...
25 minutes later I had managed to double my day’s losses – I think I was stuck about $650. For someone who used to playing $50nl that’s quite a big loss. The hang-over was really kicking in so I decided to sleep. I woke up at about 9ish to get to my table at Picasso for dinner.
After dinner I felt even worse; I’d slept very little in the last two days, I’d drunk more free booze than I could think about without having to simultaneously quell my urge to projectile vomit and to make matters worse we now had to get to our table at Pure with a painful 1 bottle minimum. My dad’s not a spirit drinker, so I knew I’d be alone battling the $500 bottle of vodka. TBH, of all the evenings this one I remember so little about. I’m used to combating the affects of large quantities of alcohol with equally large quantities of Columbia’s finest export – however, without any trustworthy sources I had to forgo this luxury.
My next memory was of staring into the toilet bowl in our room being reminded of my evening meal course by course...
The next day I decided that it was perhaps unwise to attempt to reduce my losses with any serious gambling. We decided instead to do a bit of sightseeing starting at the Luxor and moving north. I know I was hanging out of my arsehole (and this may have altered my judgement), but I thought that Luxor was perhaps the most unimaginative building outside of the Communist Block...however, I was proven wrong when we moved on to Excalibur. However, after these two letdowns, much of the rest of the strip was as good as I’d expected – I particularly liked the MGM, Caesars, the Venetian, the Hard Rock and the Rio. – all for different reasons that I can’t really be bothered to go into.
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