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I'll have to appologize in advance - this series of posts is gonna be way thin compared to everything that happened (and compared to my normal standard). The last few days is pretty much a blur.....

Flew out of Sacramento on Wed am, 9:30ish flight. Hit Vegas around 11:00, get to the casino and checked in by 11:30. Call Shiz to let him know I was in town and hit the buffet for a quick lunch before heading down to the poker room.

(Buffet is very nice and pretty pricey - of course you could ditto that about everything at the Wynn.)

Hit the poker room at about 12:30 and got seated in the 1/3 game pretty quick. I decided to do $200 buys this trip instead of my $100 minimum buys and was happy with that decision - it gave me a little more staying power in the early going. A good mix of locals and tourists and have a prtty smooth go of it for a while. Get up $40-$50 pretty quick, nice and smooth - just strolling along doing what I do best.

Then this action guy sits down (to my left don't ya know) and just starts going crazy. "This is my firt time playing no-limit." Yeah, right. He starts splashing and hitting and pretty much running over the table. "Come on guys, let's gamble!" Was a standard statement after he raised with complete cheese and everyone folded. "All you gotta do is bet!" as he flips up 57o (or worse). These kind of guys just make me crazy, cuz you really can't "play". You gotta wiat around for opportunitites to let him hang himself. I tried to tangle with him on a ferw big hands, but I just couldn't connect and gave him a few too many chips in th process. I'm down to about $50 in chips and toss another Benjamin in behind.

I'm out taking a smoke break and Shiz pops in. He gets on the lists and eventually gets seated at my table while he's waiting for the 2/5 game to open up. I had warned him about Mr. Action, but luckily, Mr. Action decided to go to dinner and they picked up his chips before he came back. As much as I wanted my chips back, I was happy to see him go. Shiz sat dwon and proceeded to give his full buy-in to one of the more solid players in his first hand. He got a free peek at the turn and it hit his naked K. Since there was no action on the flop, I guess he felt his K was gold. He fired a decent bet and was raised by one of the more steady players at the table. Before I had a chance to try to wave him off, Shiz's chips were in the middle. The solid guy called. I think Shiz knew he was way behind when solid guy called, but thought he rivered him when his rag paired on the river. But Solid Guy had a better 2 pair so it was time for the rebuy.

A little later, solid guy p9icked up and Shiz moved over into the 1 seat so we could yack a little easier between our attacks on the table. It was obvious we knew each other and at one point a lady who was at the table asked if we were related. :D :D We both start cracking up and then Shiz mouth's off about me being his grandmother's bridge partner. I'm sure we laughed harder than the rest of the table (for all they knew it was true) and I gave him a "Pipe down Sonny." finger wagging and that ended up being our schtick for the rest of the weekend. "Sonny" is gonna stick (at least for me).

I was able to get back in my rythm a bit and started rebuilding my stack after the Action guy left. I think my first step in the rebuild was holding Aa vs. a young gun's KK. I really don't remember a lot of the hands that took place to get me back in the groove (most of them were just fairly common "solid play" small and medium pot hands, but by the time we decided to get some dinner (7:00ish?) is was back to even if not a stack or 2 (Stack of $3 chips).

We headed off to find something reasonably good and reasonably quick and wind up spending 20 minutes of our 40 minutes allowable time away from the table wandering around lost. We finally found our way to a cafe, which was atually pretty reasonable (in the scheme of things) and were able to beg the sevice into rushing our chow out quickly. We scarfed our food (club sando for me, burger for Sonny) pulled $20 each out of our pockets, dropped them on the table and scampered back to the poker room in time to avoid losing our seats (probably not by much).

We get back into the game for a while and the table was prety loose (in attitude anyway) and fun. No really ugly beats, lots of chatter, just an over all good time for everyone. We knock some schmuck out of the game and then the curmudgeon of all curmudgeons joins the game. Not sure how to describe him exactly but he had a real hard edge to him, permanent chip on his shoulder, about 60 hair almost pompadored and glasses with a real wide side frames (the casino owner character that Nichiolson played in Mars Attacks kind of comes to mind). When anyone comes in a game, I immediately start predicting what to expect form them, and I was sure he was gonna be one of them "texas cowboy" types just trying to bully the table around with his $500-600 buy-in. I just got a real bad feeling about this guy.

Turns out my inital read on his poker style was wrong, but the read on his attitude was right. He was one of the biggest jerks I've ever seen at a table. Thought he was God's gift to everyione there and made sure to tell us all how to play. "I'd of bet $500 at that pot and you'd have been gone." "I'd have come over the top with that hand." blah, blah, blah He really didn't get invovled in many hands and most of the time his play was to steal a $25 orphan pot with a $25 splashy bet from early position. Go get 'em big guy. He was giving most of the dealers crap about this or that. On one hand, there was the new Asian guy and another Asian guy in a hand heads up. There was some commotion as to weather one guy checked or not and Jerk Boy was gonna make sure that everything was done proper. "The delaer needs to do this. The delaer needs to do that." this guy was really getting on my nerves and the game was quickly becoming something to avoid. Sonny and I nearly picked up our chips a walked. Things finally calmed down and we continued to play.

LLIke I said, the last few days are blur. I only had one minor suckout and few cracked pockets for the whole ~11 hour session. I was gettting quite a bit of good cards and getting to work them for the most part. I managed to flop quad tens and just couldn't get much for them. I bet a little on the turn and got one call, but Sonny bailed on his pocket 5s. When the river produced a 5 and the other guy folded, Sonny asked if his pocket 5s would have been any good. I said "No" and flung my poacket tens at him. I would have had his whole stack, if I would have just waited until the river to try to induce action. (I'm glad that didn't go down - as usual, when I'm at a public table with a friend I try to avoid big confrontations with them. I don't soft play them (I would have tried to take his stack had that gone down), but I just stay out of the way unless I have a real hand. A little later, I had raised with QQ, got a few callers, and flopped Qxx (the xs were paired!) I check and it gores around. I bet a recdiculously low bet (something like $15 into $30) and got called twice. Again I bet $15 into a now $75 pot and again got 2 callers (seat 5 and Sonny). I flippe dup the QQ and they both mucked in disgust. (I told him later that I can't believe he fell for that "check, weak bet, weak bet" move.)

It got down to about 1:30 and Sonny decided to call it a night. I think he was down the better part of $200 (he did mangae to get at least nearly unstuck at one point) and was probably tired of Big Jerk's act. A few minutes later, the Big Jerk racked off and a few minutes later we were very short handed. They were trying desperately to keep the table going. We got dwon to 4 players and the dealer was offering a $1 max rake. I told himthat I would stay if they gave me the $1 rake/hand to keep playing. He actually tried talking it over with one of the floor guys (I'm sure he was kidding), but frankly, I was was whooped. I was gonna be leaving soon anyway so when it got that shorthanded, I racked up and left. I wound up cashing out for $640 for a $340 profit on the session.

Quite pleased. Had a lot of fun, made a little money played poker for 11 frickin' hours. Life is good.
 

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Shiz sat dwon and proceeded to give his full buy-in to one of the more solid players in his first hand. He got a free peek at the turn and it hit his naked K. Since there was no action on the flop, I guess he felt his K was gold. He fired a decent bet and was raised by one of the more steady players at the table. Before I had a chance to try to wave him off, Shiz's chips were in the middle. The solid guy called. I think Shiz knew he was way behind when solid guy called, but thought he rivered him when his rag paired on the river. But Solid Guy had a better 2 pair so it was time for the rebuy.
It was actually K/4s in the big blind. I hit two diamonds on the flop and the turn paired my king. The guy who won actually had a set of 9's but I did have the flush draw (and for some reason I did think my K was good :roll: ) Well obviously my diamond didn't come... nice welcome to the table!

Within an hour or two later I was sitting on about $500-$600 (I was in for $400 total) and was feeling good and making great plays until some asswipe goes runner runner on me for a king high flush. I called this guys raise with A/Qo, he had K/Js, flop comes Qxx with one club. He calls my nice big bets all the way down and sure enough, runner runner clubs. I knew I was fucked on the river so I check it to him and he bets something rediculously low for the pot size so I had to pay him off to see it. I think I lost almost $300 on that pot.

After that I just couldn't get back into the swing of things... for some reason when shit like that happens to me it really throws me off my game. I managed to salvage $200 before cashing out but it was still a very frustrating night.
 
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