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Reno, December 6 and 7
Reading the Kid’s idea / post of rolling up to Reno in the forum, I couldn’t resist. We traded a few messages and figured out the time that would work best. Unfortunately, we got no other takers on making the trip up there with us, so we rolled solo. The Kid and I met up in Auburn at the usual place at 1 PM, jumped in the (new) Land Rover which I had as a loaner car while mine was as the dealer getting some work done. We rolled out of Auburn and strolled into the poker room at the Eldo by 2:30.
Finding a limited selection of games in progress at the Edlo, being that it was a Tuesday afternoon and all, their selections were $3/6, $4/8 or 7CS. They were planning other games later in the day, when people were there to play. So, they took our names for the $2/5/10 NL game and we rolled over to the Peppermill.
They had a $10/20 game that was in progress with seats open, along with $4/8, $4/8 with a Kill and an Omaha game started after a bit. Later in the afternoon they also got a NL game running. The Kid and I sat down at the $10/20 game, both with a rack of red.
It was a pretty decent table. A few super aggressive players, a few solid players, and a few just along for the ride. It took me a little while to get in a limit / structured betting groove and get straightened out with the table and into my game, and when I did, I went on a huge rush. It was about 1.5 hours before it happened. Next thing, I look down and I’ve got $1,300 in front of me. That’s what the *BEEP* I’m talking about.... I’m loving this table and this game right now. The Kid was doing well, not amazing, but this stake game is where he does his best, so he was hanging tough. Had a few extra stacks in front of him, and was holding his own. He took a beat, with Jacks. He held JJ, flop comes J66, ran it all the way down to find the other cat holding 66.
We started getting hungry and figured, there was no reason to leave the action at the table, and ordered room service at the table. I don’t know if it was the burger I ate, or what. There was something, somewhere, somehow, that turned south on me. Every time I go on a bad run, I can pin point where it happened, at which point in the game, the hand that tipped me over, the person who outdrew me, something that I can pinpoint, but in this case, after two days of mulling it over, I still can’t figure it out.
I started going downhill. Not getting sucked out, and not getting the smack down on any big pots, but just slowly started to leak away my pile of chips. At the same time, the Kid was starting to build his. However through this, my chips weren’t going to him. We didn’t get too much in one another’s way as far as pots and hands were concerned. The only time we really danced in a hand was when we both had big hands that we were playing, and seeing who got there on the flop or the turn. Once one of us missed, we got out and the other took it the rest of the way. If I was on a draw, and he was reraising the turn, I knew he made his hand and got out of his way.
Well, this draining of chips continued until I was down to about $150 or so, at which time they had started the NL game and I heard it calling my name in the back of my head. I played another orbit or two to see if I could pick up a few pots with my last stack and finally rolled off the table and over to the NL game. I bought into that game for another rack and took the #9 seat, my favorite at the table.
Back to my roots in NL. The game was $2/3 blinds with a $5 bring in. Late position made it worth playing a large bet on the table to get the draws off and possible take down a limping table of $40 or $50 bucks. A half hour later, the dealer pushed and I was on fire. 2 hours later, I was sitting with $1100 in front of me. The kid came over to check on my progress, and was just about finishing up with $10/20 being a rack or so up and went to play BJ and continue on his quest to get hammered. (more on that later).
One of the players from the $10/20 game came over and joined me at the NL game. This guy was a real action junkie and had a load of Franklins to back his action on the table. Bought in 2 or 3 times on the 10/20 game and was into the NL game for 1500. He made a comment to the Kid about my game while they were on the other table, and decided to move to the game I was in, to attempt to take more chips from me. This is the guy who made my gravy through my session. It was a game of patients when I was in a hand with him as he would often raise just about every pot he was in while sitting in late position. I waited for a few hands, and when I spiked my card on the turn, it was on like Donkey Kong! One hand I got in with him that I remember well, I snapped him off with pocket 8’s against his A/6 with a very scary board of J/10/6/7/K. There were many a ways to make a straight, even with over cards out there that killed me, he kept pumping the pot, and it was he and I down to the river. I had a pretty good feeling at the flop that my 8’s were good and that he didn’t have a jack, nor did he straighten out, or spike a set, the river K, was a scare card, but again, was really feeling good about my hand against him. Sure enough, the river comes out, and he pushed the rest of his chips in with his cash to total about $225. I called him and he said if I could beat 6’s then I win the pot. He was almost embarrassed to show his hand. The dealer asked to see some cards, and I held my position and told the dealer, I called his bet, so he needs to show his hand, regardless of him saying he had 6’s. Sure enough, he sheepishly turned over A/6 and I turned over close to bottom pair and smiled at him. “Yep, 8’s beat 6’s”
With where my stack was, I played a couple of hands that I missed and took a few minor hits to my stack, and that hand with “Tom” (was his name) put me back at about $1400 or so. This got me square from the $10/20 game and put a little gravy on the NL buy in that I sat down with. So I was ready to call it a night. I wasn’t feeling 100% on my game and needed to get some sleep to get rid of the headache I had, and the sinus pressure I had been fighting most of the day. I almost called the Kid that morning to cancel on him, but figured when I get going with some cards, I’d be alright, and if I wasn’t 100%, I’d call it a night and grab some sleep. None the less, I played until my blinds came back around, racked up and cashed out.
Now, my hunt for the Kid starts. Remember, he left the game a few hours ago to play BJ. I find him at the table, with a beer in his hand, and can barely hold his cards, let alone, count to 21. I walk over, see how he’s going, and his $40 sit down at the table had gotten him about $150 or so. I see him in the middle of a hand, he’s got a soft 19. Having trouble counting 11 (Ace) plus 8, the dealer helps him out and tells him he has a soft 19, he says, “19? Awwww fuckit! HIT!) the dealer peels off a 2 and makes him golden. The Kid colors up and we roll out of the Peppermill and drive back to the Eldo where we have a room (at the smoking room rate of $24 bucks at that).
The Kid, (now drunk boy) stumbling around, heads back to the room with me, convincing me that we should head to the BJ tables. I tell him I’m calling it a night, and he leaves the rest of his BR in the room, and takes a hundo, his ID and the room key back downstairs....
Tick tock tick tock tick tock.... (quads is sleeping)
5 or 6 AM I get woken up with all this (drunken) ruckus, doors slamming, shit flying around, etc.. I get up to take a piss and the Kid tells me that the shower is stuck on, and that he can’t turn it off. Sure enough, I go to take a leak, and the shower is running full bore and the tub is about ½ full of water. I reach down to the faucet / fixture, turn it off, just like you would with any other shower, take a leak, and head back to bed. The Kid, drunk boy, is now passed out on his bed. God known how many more beers he had down there while I was catching some z’s, but in his world, I’m sure everything was just about good and dandy right now.
Noon or so, the sun is beating in the room and we finally wake up. He is HURTING! I take a shower, head downstairs, grab some chow, and he slowly nurses his hangover to the point where he gets up, showers, and meets me down in the lobby.
We compare notes on the drive back down the hill and both figure we did about the same at the end of the trip, both up $400 or $500.
We both agree that any profit is a good profit, after going through the swings and players in the $10/20 game, any gravy is good gravy. We also agreed that there needs to be another trip up there before the year end to kill that $10/20 game again, and of course, the NL game.
Room rates like I said were $25 bucks, so you can’t go wrong.
Still trying to figure out where I went sideways in that game and jammed all those chips. Glad I was able to at least recognize it, get off that game, get to the NL game and make some ends meet there.
Hopefully next time we will get a few other takers to make the trip with us.
Reading the Kid’s idea / post of rolling up to Reno in the forum, I couldn’t resist. We traded a few messages and figured out the time that would work best. Unfortunately, we got no other takers on making the trip up there with us, so we rolled solo. The Kid and I met up in Auburn at the usual place at 1 PM, jumped in the (new) Land Rover which I had as a loaner car while mine was as the dealer getting some work done. We rolled out of Auburn and strolled into the poker room at the Eldo by 2:30.
Finding a limited selection of games in progress at the Edlo, being that it was a Tuesday afternoon and all, their selections were $3/6, $4/8 or 7CS. They were planning other games later in the day, when people were there to play. So, they took our names for the $2/5/10 NL game and we rolled over to the Peppermill.
They had a $10/20 game that was in progress with seats open, along with $4/8, $4/8 with a Kill and an Omaha game started after a bit. Later in the afternoon they also got a NL game running. The Kid and I sat down at the $10/20 game, both with a rack of red.
It was a pretty decent table. A few super aggressive players, a few solid players, and a few just along for the ride. It took me a little while to get in a limit / structured betting groove and get straightened out with the table and into my game, and when I did, I went on a huge rush. It was about 1.5 hours before it happened. Next thing, I look down and I’ve got $1,300 in front of me. That’s what the *BEEP* I’m talking about.... I’m loving this table and this game right now. The Kid was doing well, not amazing, but this stake game is where he does his best, so he was hanging tough. Had a few extra stacks in front of him, and was holding his own. He took a beat, with Jacks. He held JJ, flop comes J66, ran it all the way down to find the other cat holding 66.
We started getting hungry and figured, there was no reason to leave the action at the table, and ordered room service at the table. I don’t know if it was the burger I ate, or what. There was something, somewhere, somehow, that turned south on me. Every time I go on a bad run, I can pin point where it happened, at which point in the game, the hand that tipped me over, the person who outdrew me, something that I can pinpoint, but in this case, after two days of mulling it over, I still can’t figure it out.
I started going downhill. Not getting sucked out, and not getting the smack down on any big pots, but just slowly started to leak away my pile of chips. At the same time, the Kid was starting to build his. However through this, my chips weren’t going to him. We didn’t get too much in one another’s way as far as pots and hands were concerned. The only time we really danced in a hand was when we both had big hands that we were playing, and seeing who got there on the flop or the turn. Once one of us missed, we got out and the other took it the rest of the way. If I was on a draw, and he was reraising the turn, I knew he made his hand and got out of his way.
Well, this draining of chips continued until I was down to about $150 or so, at which time they had started the NL game and I heard it calling my name in the back of my head. I played another orbit or two to see if I could pick up a few pots with my last stack and finally rolled off the table and over to the NL game. I bought into that game for another rack and took the #9 seat, my favorite at the table.
Back to my roots in NL. The game was $2/3 blinds with a $5 bring in. Late position made it worth playing a large bet on the table to get the draws off and possible take down a limping table of $40 or $50 bucks. A half hour later, the dealer pushed and I was on fire. 2 hours later, I was sitting with $1100 in front of me. The kid came over to check on my progress, and was just about finishing up with $10/20 being a rack or so up and went to play BJ and continue on his quest to get hammered. (more on that later).
One of the players from the $10/20 game came over and joined me at the NL game. This guy was a real action junkie and had a load of Franklins to back his action on the table. Bought in 2 or 3 times on the 10/20 game and was into the NL game for 1500. He made a comment to the Kid about my game while they were on the other table, and decided to move to the game I was in, to attempt to take more chips from me. This is the guy who made my gravy through my session. It was a game of patients when I was in a hand with him as he would often raise just about every pot he was in while sitting in late position. I waited for a few hands, and when I spiked my card on the turn, it was on like Donkey Kong! One hand I got in with him that I remember well, I snapped him off with pocket 8’s against his A/6 with a very scary board of J/10/6/7/K. There were many a ways to make a straight, even with over cards out there that killed me, he kept pumping the pot, and it was he and I down to the river. I had a pretty good feeling at the flop that my 8’s were good and that he didn’t have a jack, nor did he straighten out, or spike a set, the river K, was a scare card, but again, was really feeling good about my hand against him. Sure enough, the river comes out, and he pushed the rest of his chips in with his cash to total about $225. I called him and he said if I could beat 6’s then I win the pot. He was almost embarrassed to show his hand. The dealer asked to see some cards, and I held my position and told the dealer, I called his bet, so he needs to show his hand, regardless of him saying he had 6’s. Sure enough, he sheepishly turned over A/6 and I turned over close to bottom pair and smiled at him. “Yep, 8’s beat 6’s”
With where my stack was, I played a couple of hands that I missed and took a few minor hits to my stack, and that hand with “Tom” (was his name) put me back at about $1400 or so. This got me square from the $10/20 game and put a little gravy on the NL buy in that I sat down with. So I was ready to call it a night. I wasn’t feeling 100% on my game and needed to get some sleep to get rid of the headache I had, and the sinus pressure I had been fighting most of the day. I almost called the Kid that morning to cancel on him, but figured when I get going with some cards, I’d be alright, and if I wasn’t 100%, I’d call it a night and grab some sleep. None the less, I played until my blinds came back around, racked up and cashed out.
Now, my hunt for the Kid starts. Remember, he left the game a few hours ago to play BJ. I find him at the table, with a beer in his hand, and can barely hold his cards, let alone, count to 21. I walk over, see how he’s going, and his $40 sit down at the table had gotten him about $150 or so. I see him in the middle of a hand, he’s got a soft 19. Having trouble counting 11 (Ace) plus 8, the dealer helps him out and tells him he has a soft 19, he says, “19? Awwww fuckit! HIT!) the dealer peels off a 2 and makes him golden. The Kid colors up and we roll out of the Peppermill and drive back to the Eldo where we have a room (at the smoking room rate of $24 bucks at that).
The Kid, (now drunk boy) stumbling around, heads back to the room with me, convincing me that we should head to the BJ tables. I tell him I’m calling it a night, and he leaves the rest of his BR in the room, and takes a hundo, his ID and the room key back downstairs....
Tick tock tick tock tick tock.... (quads is sleeping)
5 or 6 AM I get woken up with all this (drunken) ruckus, doors slamming, shit flying around, etc.. I get up to take a piss and the Kid tells me that the shower is stuck on, and that he can’t turn it off. Sure enough, I go to take a leak, and the shower is running full bore and the tub is about ½ full of water. I reach down to the faucet / fixture, turn it off, just like you would with any other shower, take a leak, and head back to bed. The Kid, drunk boy, is now passed out on his bed. God known how many more beers he had down there while I was catching some z’s, but in his world, I’m sure everything was just about good and dandy right now.
Noon or so, the sun is beating in the room and we finally wake up. He is HURTING! I take a shower, head downstairs, grab some chow, and he slowly nurses his hangover to the point where he gets up, showers, and meets me down in the lobby.
We compare notes on the drive back down the hill and both figure we did about the same at the end of the trip, both up $400 or $500.
We both agree that any profit is a good profit, after going through the swings and players in the $10/20 game, any gravy is good gravy. We also agreed that there needs to be another trip up there before the year end to kill that $10/20 game again, and of course, the NL game.
Room rates like I said were $25 bucks, so you can’t go wrong.
Still trying to figure out where I went sideways in that game and jammed all those chips. Glad I was able to at least recognize it, get off that game, get to the NL game and make some ends meet there.
Hopefully next time we will get a few other takers to make the trip with us.
