Quads in Vegas Pt. 2
Saturday Night: Belagio
No Limit Table
Min $2000 Buy In
After coming back from breakfast with Dan, he bounced out. We were getting close to the 5 AM hour. SJ is over on the $15/$30 table making a killing. I took a few nice pots and was holding my edge at the table. There is something to be said for sitting at the table that you have been working for 6 hours and started with $2,500 in chips and a guy sits down and immediately buys in for 8 large. He sits down with towering stacks of chips while not playing a single hand and you either feel intimidated by this or you look at it as a potential target. I looked at is as free money. Being that this is what got me to this table in the first place. Someone else money from the 8/16 rush I was on. (see Pt. 3).
It’s getting a little competitive around the table and people are calling $100 and $200 dollar raises. Nice pots are being built a d drug by winning hands. You also know at this point that if someone stays in a hand to the river and they show down, you knew who was going to win the hand. Point being, learn about the other players at the table. Don’t get in a tangle with them if you are on a draw, because he already made his hand if he is paying for the river card. He didn’t need it to help him.
Hero to Zero
Button is to my left.
Preflop UTG leads out with $100 bet
5 callers including me
SB Raises $500
BB Reraises $1,000
I call with pocket K’s
”Tiny” (a player that has been at the table for the past 3 days that stands about 7 feet tall tipping the scales at a solid 400 lbs, I nick named him Tiny and have pretty much everyone else calling him the same thing, including the dealers) Calls the bet. He’s also going along in the spirit of having fun with his new nickname.
Flop comes KKA
I spontaneously squirt in my pants because I just flopped Quads and we know how I love Quads.
SB Bets $500
BB raises $1,000
I call figuring I’m going to let these guy build me a MONSTER pot that I can’t get away from nor can I lose with Quad Kings.
Turn comes 6
SB bets $1500
BB Calls which surprised me.
Tiny checks out
I Raise All In with about $6500. (two racks of greens and a stack of blacks and a bunch of reds)
SB Calls which now has me baffled to no end, however this is the guy who just sat down an hour ago with 8 large for his buy in, so I don’t put him on the K’s (obviously as I have two of them and the other two are on the board), but perhaps the A/6 made him, but I figure he is just stupid. So, bring it on! I didn’t expect to get your chips, but go ahead and send them. I got Quads
BB asks for a count on me. Catching me off guard at first however I try and play it cool as to figure he’s playing a strong card, and possibly trying to get a read on me when I count off. I counted out the $6500 (and some change) and he, with a “matter of fact notion” calls. Now this seriously worries me. After I’ve figured out that SB is stupid and put him on the A/6, I’m thinking that BB must have an Ace at this point, and is betting into me with Aces full of Kings, which I would call as well and would be the right play. When have you ever seen A’s full of K’s get crushed? Or, (there in an OR in this scenario) he could be eating the other end of the stupid sandwich that SB is munching on.
We flip over, and SB flips first. BB and I are looking at each other and both semi waiting for SB to flip over. He does, and proudly announces “I got 2 pair with a kicker”
SB turns over Q/6 off. I’m stunned. He should have mucked his hand and kept eating more stupid sammich.
BB and I turn over. I flip may K’s and say to BB “Good call, but you’re gonna have to beat Quad K’s to take the pot down”
He says and I quote: “Shit!! Shit shit shit!!! I’m gonna need some help. I got Aces full”
Now, for what seemed like an hour, he and I are starring each other down like we are in the O.K. Coral getting ready to draw our pistols out. I of course have a smile on my face, while he says to the dealer, “Like I said, I’m gonna need some help”
Waiting, Waiting, Waiting,
Waiting, Waiting, Waiting,
Like slow motion the card came off the top of the deck and slowly made its way down to the felt. I’m getting ready to launch out of my seat and celebrate this MONSTER pot, won with flopped Quads, the conversation I’m going to have with my wife about this kick ass hand, and about 900 other things that can go through your mind in a matter of 1.736455 seconds time.
I am in utter shock. Like nothing I’ve ever felt in my life before. Absolute shock.
I stand up, put my hands down on the rail and start looking at this friggin huge pot, the board and my quads that were just beaten by quads.
Gong from 900 things rushing through my head in 1.736455 seconds, to now what seems like slow motion, I stare in amazement at the board for about 30 seconds.
I then realize something that could be FAR more valuable than the $25,000 pot I just lost.
I start jumping up and down as though I won a pot that was 10 times bigger yelling “BAD BEAT!! BAD BEAT!!!! BAD BEAT JACKPOT!!! I HIT THE MUTHERFUCKING BAD BEAD JACKPOT!!! WOOOOWHOOOO!!!!”
This of course brings the poker room manager over along with about ½ the people that were in the poker room up to the rail of this upstairs section. All the while I’m yelling “Bad beat, bad beat” he is walking up to the table shaking his head in a “No, No, No” fashion, but not saying anything.
He comes over and looks at the board, the dealer explains to him that I had quad Kings beaten by quad Aces.
I of course am at this point yelling “Gimmie my check! Gimmie my bad bead check, come on!!! That’s Jay Ayyy Esss Eeee Ennn… Ess Tee Are You Tee Tee… Strutt.. “
The poker room manager after a few minutes of random activity informs me that he is very, very, VERY sorry in that there isn’t anything he can do for me for a bad beat.. and I quote: “The Belagio doesn’t have a bad beat jackpot”
You thought you’ve seen Hagar on tilt?
Hagar was in Disneyland!!!!
I know, shocker, at that point, I decided to call it a night. That was my entire chip stack other than a wad of cash in my pocket. Walking back to the entrance, with my backpack on my shoulder collecting my thoughts, I came to this conclusion:
The scrubs at the Palm’s $2/5 NL table and the dopes at the Belagio $8/16 table (see Pt. 3) got me there. They funded my way on that table. I played on their money. I played my “A” game against some of the best players I’ve ever been up against, in some of the largest cash pots I’ve ever played for. And, in sitting down there for $2500, I shoved in for $6500 with quads. $6560 to be exact. How could you not shove with quads? That’s tripling up. Tripling up from my buy in on to that table which was essentially free to begin with. I met one of the most respected players that I will ever meet at a table, and I had a fantastic time. At the end of the night (now 6AM in the morning) I ended up loosing a hand. But in the loss of that hand, I gained 6500 pounds of experience, and excitement, that of which I couldn’t have bought for twice the amount that I get to take with me. And at the end of the day, Vegas will still be there. I’ll be back in that poker room, hell, probably in a few hours, after I get a drink and some sleep and rub one out. So I’ll just have to play the same game and get back on that table. My chips are there, they are just on the other side of the table for the time being.