Amazon orange table 26 seat 2.
I don't recognize anyone in the orange section. Oh wait there's JC Tran and someone is in his seat. Bad beat.
Our dealer Lou is a moron. He's mucking winning hands before the folded ones. When seat one asks him to muck the folded hands first, he calls the floor over for a ruling. He promptly gets his ass handed to him by the floor.
Seat 7 asks "what's a table break?"
Seat 4 can't count or speak English. I'll assume he's Guatemalan because he was wearing their football jersey. On a hand where its checked to him he announces "raise!" I tell him that he can only bet. Confused face. Seat 3 tells him that he can only bet if its checked to him. Very confused face. The dealer tells him he can check or bet. He pats the felt.
Lou the retard asks him, "You're checking?"
The Guatemalan responds with a bet of 200. Huh? Wait... What?
The rest of the players fold. Whatever.
Soon after the Guatemalan checks the river and is faced with a 1200 bet from seat 6. The dealer says, "1200 bet." the Guatemalan announces raise and puts out 1200.
Wait for it... Wait for it... Nada. Thats it.
"No sir. You must raise at least to 2400." the dealer says.
Confused face. He fumbles with his chips and puts out 200 more. No no no! People start talking to him in broken Spanish. He puts another 200 on top of the 1400.
Seat 10 says, "C'mon man! You know what you're doing."
He finally gets the 2400 out there and seat 6 pushes all in. The Guatemalan folds. Wait... what?
And I'm out before I can do an overly judgemental table draw observation.
I get my last 1100 in on a flop of Ad 7d 5c with Jd Td vs Ac 9c and brick it.
Oh well... Back to building the bankroll through blackjack.
JDN
6.28.2008
WSOP Event #47 $1500 Stud Hi Lo
I show up an hour late and draw the absolute worse table evar.
Fucking Table draw:
Seat 1: jdn
Seat 2: Davood Mermand aka Doo Doo Merman
Seat 3: random frenchy
Seat 4: empty
Seat 5: random frenchy
Seat 6: random frenchy
Seat 7: Kyle "kwob" Bowker
Seat 8: Bob Feduniak
Shoot me in the gooch now. Doo Doo is the most annoying person to even be in the room with. He is the absolute worst. Last time I was at a table with him, at the LAPC, he proclaimed to the table that he loved internet boys.
In between hands we have to tell frogs to speak English. Every. Fucking. Hand.
2k at break.
After break we move the table to the brasilia room where I get it all in on 4th street with (As 5s) Ah 4h against (Ac Ad) Qc 7h and I get scooped.
The table breaks and I'm left with one $500 chip. At the next table I get the last of my money in on a 3 way pot and lose to a pair of 8s for the high and a 875 low.
I quit.
JDN
Fucking Table draw:
Seat 1: jdn
Seat 2: Davood Mermand aka Doo Doo Merman
Seat 3: random frenchy
Seat 4: empty
Seat 5: random frenchy
Seat 6: random frenchy
Seat 7: Kyle "kwob" Bowker
Seat 8: Bob Feduniak
Shoot me in the gooch now. Doo Doo is the most annoying person to even be in the room with. He is the absolute worst. Last time I was at a table with him, at the LAPC, he proclaimed to the table that he loved internet boys.
In between hands we have to tell frogs to speak English. Every. Fucking. Hand.
2k at break.
After break we move the table to the brasilia room where I get it all in on 4th street with (As 5s) Ah 4h against (Ac Ad) Qc 7h and I get scooped.
The table breaks and I'm left with one $500 chip. At the next table I get the last of my money in on a 3 way pot and lose to a pair of 8s for the high and a 875 low.
I quit.
JDN
6.27.2008
WSOP Event #43 $1500 PLO8
Table draw:
Seat 1: rog. Looks like Mario from Super Nintendo
Seat 2: the lovely ms Clonie Gowen
Seat 3: rowg. I've seem him around a lot he always wears a suit and a baseball cap. Def a euro.
Seat 4: rywg
Seat 5: Sam-e-nole
Seat 6: jdn
Seat 7: random... Oh he's out already
Seat 8: rwg. Looks euroish
Seat 9: rywg with a Mohawk and a sportscenter shirt. Someone should teach these kids how to dress.
3k at first break. I'm treading water. Gavin Smith is sitting at the table next to mine and he has 22k at first break.
After break I'm moved to table 23 seat 7 and I'm the shortest stack at the table. I don't recognize anyone so I'm not going to do a table draw description.
Gavin is out.
Oh Lee Markholt is in seat 5.
Love my new table. I get it all in with A 2 K 9 vs A 3 4 Q on a board of 4 8 T K. The river is a 3 and we chop. Poor!
Very next hand I get it all in with A 2 3 K vs A 3 8 9 on a board of 4 8 k. The turn is a J river an ace. Snap. Double up to 8k.
7k at 2nd break. This is the deepest I've gotten except for the horse.
Paul "The Truth" Darden makes 3 hand appearance before he busts. Grand opening. Grand closing.
Table redraw:
Seat 1: Chad Moore
Seat 3: rywg than kinds looks like a shorter fatter version. Of my brother. He has a dragonball z chip protector. Nerd alert!
Seat 6: random Russian from my first table
Seat 7: jdn
The rest are non descript honkies. I only play a few hands before the dinner break and I don't win a single one. 8500 at dinner.
A special shout out goes to Chris Ferguson for buying Layne Flack, Chris... Bell and myself dinner at the loud Italian cafe above the Wine Cellar.
After dinner the theme of not winning any hands continues until my big blind. Limped 3 ways into a flop of Ks 4c Ac. Holding Qc 2c 2s Ts, I check raise all in on. I'm against a donk that flopped bottom set. And I whiff.
JDN
Seat 1: rog. Looks like Mario from Super Nintendo
Seat 2: the lovely ms Clonie Gowen
Seat 3: rowg. I've seem him around a lot he always wears a suit and a baseball cap. Def a euro.
Seat 4: rywg
Seat 5: Sam-e-nole
Seat 6: jdn
Seat 7: random... Oh he's out already
Seat 8: rwg. Looks euroish
Seat 9: rywg with a Mohawk and a sportscenter shirt. Someone should teach these kids how to dress.
3k at first break. I'm treading water. Gavin Smith is sitting at the table next to mine and he has 22k at first break.
After break I'm moved to table 23 seat 7 and I'm the shortest stack at the table. I don't recognize anyone so I'm not going to do a table draw description.
Gavin is out.
Oh Lee Markholt is in seat 5.
Love my new table. I get it all in with A 2 K 9 vs A 3 4 Q on a board of 4 8 T K. The river is a 3 and we chop. Poor!
Very next hand I get it all in with A 2 3 K vs A 3 8 9 on a board of 4 8 k. The turn is a J river an ace. Snap. Double up to 8k.
7k at 2nd break. This is the deepest I've gotten except for the horse.
Paul "The Truth" Darden makes 3 hand appearance before he busts. Grand opening. Grand closing.
Table redraw:
Seat 1: Chad Moore
Seat 3: rywg than kinds looks like a shorter fatter version. Of my brother. He has a dragonball z chip protector. Nerd alert!
Seat 6: random Russian from my first table
Seat 7: jdn
The rest are non descript honkies. I only play a few hands before the dinner break and I don't win a single one. 8500 at dinner.
A special shout out goes to Chris Ferguson for buying Layne Flack, Chris... Bell and myself dinner at the loud Italian cafe above the Wine Cellar.
After dinner the theme of not winning any hands continues until my big blind. Limped 3 ways into a flop of Ks 4c Ac. Holding Qc 2c 2s Ts, I check raise all in on. I'm against a donk that flopped bottom set. And I whiff.
JDN
6.24.2008
WSOP Event #41 $1500 Mixed Hold'em
Of course the table wasn't ready for us and we started 15 minutes into the first limit round.
Table Draw:
Seat 1: Random German Kid with a hackysack as a chip protector. Hippy.
Seat 2: All around nice and random FTP pro, David Bradley.
Seat 3: I'm out.
The SAG in seat 7 got half my stack with QT vs my 77 on a 5 4 2 board. I gave the rest to Vanessa Russo when I ran my 66 into her KK.
JDN
Table Draw:
Seat 1: Random German Kid with a hackysack as a chip protector. Hippy.
Seat 2: All around nice and random FTP pro, David Bradley.
Seat 3: I'm out.
The SAG in seat 7 got half my stack with QT vs my 77 on a 5 4 2 board. I gave the rest to Vanessa Russo when I ran my 66 into her KK.
JDN
6.23.2008
WSOP Event #41 $2500 6 Handed No Limit
Alright a 6 handed tournament! Too bad we don't have cards or chips at my table. We wait 15 minutes for the instruments poker to arrive and they still only sell 5 of the 6 seats at our table.
Table Draw:
Seat 1: Random Aussie
Seat 2: RYWG
Seat 3: Table Break!!
Table Redraw:
Seat 1: Same Random Aussie from the first table.
Seat 2: RYWG
Seat 3: I'm out.
When I moved to the new table everyone had over 15k. I had 4k and it didn't take long for me to get it all in with AQ vs Droopy's JJ.
JDN
Table Draw:
Seat 1: Random Aussie
Seat 2: RYWG
Seat 3: Table Break!!
Table Redraw:
Seat 1: Same Random Aussie from the first table.
Seat 2: RYWG
Seat 3: I'm out.
When I moved to the new table everyone had over 15k. I had 4k and it didn't take long for me to get it all in with AQ vs Droopy's JJ.
JDN
6.12.2008
WSOP Event #22 $3000 HORSE
I was the bubble boy in this tournament last year when it was $2500. Here's to not bubbling this year! Cocktails!!!
Table Draw:
Seat 1: Some guy named Jack that I know. Kinda.
Seat 2: ROWG
Seat 3: JDN
Seat 4: RAG (Random Asian Guy)
Seat 5: ROG (Random Old Guy) ethnicity unknown
Seat 6: RPG (Random Persian Guy)
Seat 7: My 2nd favorite friend from North Carolina, Mike "The Kid" Gracz
Seat 8: Hollywood Dave... Here we go again. Hopefully he doesn't feel the need to berate the the players at the table like I witnessed at the Ceasars Tournament. I'm going to change his name to Hollywood Douche.
You're doing it wrong! This year the Rio is changing the game every 8 hands instead of every half an hour. The dealers are keeping track of the hands and game with numbered pieces of yellow paper. So far we've had a couple of disputes and one name calling incident. This should end well.
Finally I hit my heater in the Stud 8 level. I win 5 outta the 8 hands and I'm rolled up twice. In a row. Once with 9s to scoop and once with 2s to scoop. So sick, as Roland de Wolfe would say. Everyone at the table hates me but its a pleasant atmosphere and the table banter is fun.
I continue to torture Hollywood Douche in the stud rounds and he's lost half his stack by the end of the Stud 8 level.
At first break I have 12k and have doubled up in two levels of limit games. And two of the games are split games! For the first time this WSOP, I'm actually having a good time.
I bust Hollywood Douche in the next omaha round when I make a 8 high flush against his A A x x. Opps. Thank you come again.
Shortly there after, David Bach and his little fan get moved to the table. All the short stacks keep doubling up. This is BS. Someone needs to bust.
Allen "The Chainsaw" Kessler gets moved to my left after one of the short stacks finally goes busto. I get involved in one of the best hands of the tournament. I got no clue what the blinds are, so you can just plug in some random numbers and make it a huge hand.
During the hold'em round I call a raise from the button by seat one with AJ. David Bach calls from the big blind. The flop comes Kc Tc 9d. Bach checks, seat 1 bets, I call (gonna need a Q), and Bach moves all in for less. The turn is a Q. Ding! Seat 1 bets into me. Double Ding!! I raise he calls. The river is a 2. Or a 4. I can't remember but it didn't matter. Seat 1 checks I bet, he calls. I open up my broadway and seat 1 does the "Kevin Garnett" scream, but no chest pounding since its a losers scream, and throws his JJ down. As David Bach mucks he shows us the QJ. Dang. Sick.
21K at the midnight break.
The table finally breaks at 1am. I got 28k and I got some new faces at my next table. In seat 2 is David Levi, in seat 4 is Andy "I'm not Andrew Black" Bloch, and in seat 5 is Cardplayer's Queen Bee, Alyn Schulman.
I get involved in another rather large pot in the stud round with Andy Bloch. This seems to be a theme developing for this tournament.
Andy brings in with a 2 showing and I complete with (K K) T and Andy calls. I hit a K on 4th street and Andy calls my bet. On 5th street and Andy hits another 2. I'm golden now. I check raise him, he calls. On 6th I catch the last deuce and Andy calls another bet. On 7th Andy checks blind and I squeeze out another T to fill up. Of course I bet and he calls.
As I open up my hand I say, "Kings full." Andy thinks I say kings up, and shows his trip 2s. No sir Mr MIT blackjack genius, that's KINGS FULL, not kings up. Ship it to me. Andy is crippled and gets busted the next hand. 34k for me.
I end the night with 31,200, good for 12th in chips.
Day 2
I wake up to the noon sunshine and the birds chirping and the freeway freeing and... I'm kinda hung over from drinking a bottle of wine the night before to celebrate not busting out of a tournament. Its go time!
Table Draw:
Seat 1: ROWG
Seat 2: Greg "Fossilman" Raymer. His fossil looks like a lacured clam.
Seat 3: JDN
Seat 4: Ted Forrest
Seat 5: Markus Gosler
Seat 6: Random Euro
Seat 7: Annoying Euro from the omaha tournament that turns out to be south american. Still annoying though.
Seat 8: ROBWG (random older bald white guy)
Greg Raymer just keeps talking about nothing the whole time we're at the table. Yadda yadda yadda. I'm considering asking Hoyt Corkins if I can borrow his ear plugs. It's more like he's just talking to himself and everyone has to listen as he tries to draw people into his self-conversation. Ted even looks mildly annoyed and he stops responding to the Fossilman.
I lose 10k in the opening omaha round playing like a banana (tyvm eugenetoddbro). Maybe I should rethink my omaha strategy.
The table breaks and the poker gods have shined on me.
Table Draw:
Seat 1: JDN
Seat 2: Jim Pechac or something. The second fattest man in poker and an equally as large douche bag. One of these days I'll explain why I think he's a monster douche but I don't want to write the whole story of how he called the floor when he wasn't in the hand and how they took away the turn card and how I lost the hand after the turn was mucked. Douche bag.
Seat 3: ROWG
Seat 4: Markus Gosler
Seat 5: ROWG
Seat 6: ROWG
Seat 7: Phil Ivey
Seat 8: Shannon Elizabeth
Both Shannon and Phil have chips, ohhhhhh snap!
I say hi to Shannon and Phil and before too long Mike Sexton joins the table. Let's get our gamble on!!!
Guess what happens next? HUGE HAND! In stud no less.
Mike Sexton completes to 1200 (i remember the blinds) with a 4 showing and Shannon calls with a T up. I raise with 888. That's right. Rolled up again. Mike and Shannon call. My 4th street is a 5 and Mike and Shannon both hit an ace. Hmmmm. I check, Mike bets and Shannon raises. Now I guess I could have just called here and check raise on 5th street but I thought this was a good time to get Mike out of the hand. So I reraise. Mike just shakes his head and finally folds. Shannon calls.
I know that she doesn't have that much experience in stud and that she's only playing her hand. I bet every street, end up making 8s full of 5s, and Shannon calls with aces. Ding! As I open up my hand Mike says I can't believe you were rolled up. You should have seen me yesterday Mr Voice of the WPT.
I'm up to 49k. Then two hands later, I give some back to Shannon. I have buried aces and reraise Shannon's raise. She calls and everyone folds. We're off to the races. She catches a K on 5th street and I should fold. If she has buried aces I'm done but I figure she could easily have queens or jacks. I call her down but she checks 7th. Huh? I consider betting out and calling her Nadia to tilt her but I decide not to. I'm a nice guy. Sometimes. Once in a while. Rarely.
She shows the trip kings and I muck. Fuck. I liked those chips.
Table breaks. Damn it.
Table Redraw:
Seat 1: Berry Johnston. I like Berry, he's and old timer and an all around nice guy. But I swear to god he is my biggest mush in omaha. Either that or I just suck but I always seem to suck just a little bit more when Berry's at my table. Online and offline. Berry's mushiness travels over the internets.
Seat 3: Tom Scheinder. Tom is holding a plastic knife in his hand. I feel a stabbin' coming.
Those are the only two peeps I know. Can men over 50 be peeps? The Aussie to my left talks too much. I miss the other table.
This table breaks after I win a massive pot in Razz and I get moved to Hoyt's table
with about 60k in chips. Its all down hill from here.
Basically I can't win a hand or half a hand. I tighten up a bit as the bubble nears and I'm sitting on 40Kish with 43 left. 40 pay. Then comes this hand. In stud.
I'm the bring in with a 4. Its folded around to the short stack directly to my right. He raises with a Q showing. I look down at 5s 6s. I call. This could be interesting. 4th street bring me a Ks. Good card. He bets I call. 5th street gives me a 7s. Very nice. He bets I call. He's getting short. On 6th street I peel off a Jh. Pretty useless. He bets out leaving himself less than a full bet left. Ok, I'm open ended with a flush draw. If he has split Queens, I gotta nice here. Even if he has two pair or even rolled up, I got a lotta outs to win.
I raise him all in. He calls and shows split queens. Good I like my draw. I need an 8, a 3, a spade or a king. Thats like half the deck.
7th street comes faces down. Time to squeeze. Its black! Its and ace! But its a club. Fuck! One time and all that shit.
I'm down to 12k and not being able to pump the breaks I get it all in on the next hand with buried 5s against the buried 8's of the annoying Aussie. Pretty much drawing dead by 5th street and I'm going home. So fucking poor. I place 42nd while 40 pay.
I quit. Heineken please. Exit stage right.
JfuckingDN
Table Draw:
Seat 1: Some guy named Jack that I know. Kinda.
Seat 2: ROWG
Seat 3: JDN
Seat 4: RAG (Random Asian Guy)
Seat 5: ROG (Random Old Guy) ethnicity unknown
Seat 6: RPG (Random Persian Guy)
Seat 7: My 2nd favorite friend from North Carolina, Mike "The Kid" Gracz
Seat 8: Hollywood Dave... Here we go again. Hopefully he doesn't feel the need to berate the the players at the table like I witnessed at the Ceasars Tournament. I'm going to change his name to Hollywood Douche.
You're doing it wrong! This year the Rio is changing the game every 8 hands instead of every half an hour. The dealers are keeping track of the hands and game with numbered pieces of yellow paper. So far we've had a couple of disputes and one name calling incident. This should end well.
Finally I hit my heater in the Stud 8 level. I win 5 outta the 8 hands and I'm rolled up twice. In a row. Once with 9s to scoop and once with 2s to scoop. So sick, as Roland de Wolfe would say. Everyone at the table hates me but its a pleasant atmosphere and the table banter is fun.
I continue to torture Hollywood Douche in the stud rounds and he's lost half his stack by the end of the Stud 8 level.
At first break I have 12k and have doubled up in two levels of limit games. And two of the games are split games! For the first time this WSOP, I'm actually having a good time.
I bust Hollywood Douche in the next omaha round when I make a 8 high flush against his A A x x. Opps. Thank you come again.
Shortly there after, David Bach and his little fan get moved to the table. All the short stacks keep doubling up. This is BS. Someone needs to bust.
Allen "The Chainsaw" Kessler gets moved to my left after one of the short stacks finally goes busto. I get involved in one of the best hands of the tournament. I got no clue what the blinds are, so you can just plug in some random numbers and make it a huge hand.
During the hold'em round I call a raise from the button by seat one with AJ. David Bach calls from the big blind. The flop comes Kc Tc 9d. Bach checks, seat 1 bets, I call (gonna need a Q), and Bach moves all in for less. The turn is a Q. Ding! Seat 1 bets into me. Double Ding!! I raise he calls. The river is a 2. Or a 4. I can't remember but it didn't matter. Seat 1 checks I bet, he calls. I open up my broadway and seat 1 does the "Kevin Garnett" scream, but no chest pounding since its a losers scream, and throws his JJ down. As David Bach mucks he shows us the QJ. Dang. Sick.
21K at the midnight break.
The table finally breaks at 1am. I got 28k and I got some new faces at my next table. In seat 2 is David Levi, in seat 4 is Andy "I'm not Andrew Black" Bloch, and in seat 5 is Cardplayer's Queen Bee, Alyn Schulman.
I get involved in another rather large pot in the stud round with Andy Bloch. This seems to be a theme developing for this tournament.
Andy brings in with a 2 showing and I complete with (K K) T and Andy calls. I hit a K on 4th street and Andy calls my bet. On 5th street and Andy hits another 2. I'm golden now. I check raise him, he calls. On 6th I catch the last deuce and Andy calls another bet. On 7th Andy checks blind and I squeeze out another T to fill up. Of course I bet and he calls.
As I open up my hand I say, "Kings full." Andy thinks I say kings up, and shows his trip 2s. No sir Mr MIT blackjack genius, that's KINGS FULL, not kings up. Ship it to me. Andy is crippled and gets busted the next hand. 34k for me.
I end the night with 31,200, good for 12th in chips.
Day 2
I wake up to the noon sunshine and the birds chirping and the freeway freeing and... I'm kinda hung over from drinking a bottle of wine the night before to celebrate not busting out of a tournament. Its go time!
Table Draw:
Seat 1: ROWG
Seat 2: Greg "Fossilman" Raymer. His fossil looks like a lacured clam.
Seat 3: JDN
Seat 4: Ted Forrest
Seat 5: Markus Gosler
Seat 6: Random Euro
Seat 7: Annoying Euro from the omaha tournament that turns out to be south american. Still annoying though.
Seat 8: ROBWG (random older bald white guy)
Greg Raymer just keeps talking about nothing the whole time we're at the table. Yadda yadda yadda. I'm considering asking Hoyt Corkins if I can borrow his ear plugs. It's more like he's just talking to himself and everyone has to listen as he tries to draw people into his self-conversation. Ted even looks mildly annoyed and he stops responding to the Fossilman.
I lose 10k in the opening omaha round playing like a banana (tyvm eugenetoddbro). Maybe I should rethink my omaha strategy.
The table breaks and the poker gods have shined on me.
Table Draw:
Seat 1: JDN
Seat 2: Jim Pechac or something. The second fattest man in poker and an equally as large douche bag. One of these days I'll explain why I think he's a monster douche but I don't want to write the whole story of how he called the floor when he wasn't in the hand and how they took away the turn card and how I lost the hand after the turn was mucked. Douche bag.
Seat 3: ROWG
Seat 4: Markus Gosler
Seat 5: ROWG
Seat 6: ROWG
Seat 7: Phil Ivey
Seat 8: Shannon Elizabeth
Both Shannon and Phil have chips, ohhhhhh snap!
I say hi to Shannon and Phil and before too long Mike Sexton joins the table. Let's get our gamble on!!!
Guess what happens next? HUGE HAND! In stud no less.
Mike Sexton completes to 1200 (i remember the blinds) with a 4 showing and Shannon calls with a T up. I raise with 888. That's right. Rolled up again. Mike and Shannon call. My 4th street is a 5 and Mike and Shannon both hit an ace. Hmmmm. I check, Mike bets and Shannon raises. Now I guess I could have just called here and check raise on 5th street but I thought this was a good time to get Mike out of the hand. So I reraise. Mike just shakes his head and finally folds. Shannon calls.
I know that she doesn't have that much experience in stud and that she's only playing her hand. I bet every street, end up making 8s full of 5s, and Shannon calls with aces. Ding! As I open up my hand Mike says I can't believe you were rolled up. You should have seen me yesterday Mr Voice of the WPT.
I'm up to 49k. Then two hands later, I give some back to Shannon. I have buried aces and reraise Shannon's raise. She calls and everyone folds. We're off to the races. She catches a K on 5th street and I should fold. If she has buried aces I'm done but I figure she could easily have queens or jacks. I call her down but she checks 7th. Huh? I consider betting out and calling her Nadia to tilt her but I decide not to. I'm a nice guy. Sometimes. Once in a while. Rarely.
She shows the trip kings and I muck. Fuck. I liked those chips.
Table breaks. Damn it.
Table Redraw:
Seat 1: Berry Johnston. I like Berry, he's and old timer and an all around nice guy. But I swear to god he is my biggest mush in omaha. Either that or I just suck but I always seem to suck just a little bit more when Berry's at my table. Online and offline. Berry's mushiness travels over the internets.
Seat 3: Tom Scheinder. Tom is holding a plastic knife in his hand. I feel a stabbin' coming.
Those are the only two peeps I know. Can men over 50 be peeps? The Aussie to my left talks too much. I miss the other table.
This table breaks after I win a massive pot in Razz and I get moved to Hoyt's table
with about 60k in chips. Its all down hill from here.
Basically I can't win a hand or half a hand. I tighten up a bit as the bubble nears and I'm sitting on 40Kish with 43 left. 40 pay. Then comes this hand. In stud.
I'm the bring in with a 4. Its folded around to the short stack directly to my right. He raises with a Q showing. I look down at 5s 6s. I call. This could be interesting. 4th street bring me a Ks. Good card. He bets I call. 5th street gives me a 7s. Very nice. He bets I call. He's getting short. On 6th street I peel off a Jh. Pretty useless. He bets out leaving himself less than a full bet left. Ok, I'm open ended with a flush draw. If he has split Queens, I gotta nice here. Even if he has two pair or even rolled up, I got a lotta outs to win.
I raise him all in. He calls and shows split queens. Good I like my draw. I need an 8, a 3, a spade or a king. Thats like half the deck.
7th street comes faces down. Time to squeeze. Its black! Its and ace! But its a club. Fuck! One time and all that shit.
I'm down to 12k and not being able to pump the breaks I get it all in on the next hand with buried 5s against the buried 8's of the annoying Aussie. Pretty much drawing dead by 5th street and I'm going home. So fucking poor. I place 42nd while 40 pay.
I quit. Heineken please. Exit stage right.
JfuckingDN
6.10.2008
WSOP Event #16 $2000 Omaha Hi Lo
Seat 6 Table 29. I try to sit at table 26 seat seat 9. Stupid dyslexia.
After I finally find my seat, Matusow sits down at the table to my right and as soon as he sees me he asks for 2k. He'll pay me back tomorrow. Riiiight. So I give it to him. All the wrong people owe me money. I won't even try to list them.
Then it turns out Mike is in the wrong seat at the wrong table. I run bad. Little did I know that this would be a sign of things to come.
Table draw:
Seat 1: RWG* with a Coast Casino t-shirt on. He probably plays a lot of video poker, he probably knows Allen "The Chainsaw" Kesslar, he's probably a nit.
Seat 2: ROWG** that plays every hand. More on this piece of work later.
Seat 3: RYWG** An obvious former Marine, and later we find out a MMA fighter with a losing record, with a USMC/panther tattoo on his arm. He shows up about 30 minutes late, plays a few hands and then leaves. I don't see him again for the rest of the tournament.
Seat 4: Annoying Euro that checks his cards 5 times before he acts. He is slow to act, like he's playing no limit. Maybe he's mildly retarded and can't remember his cards. If he is "slow" his shitty attitude kills any innocent charm he might have due to his condition.
Seat 5: RYWG
Seat 6: JDN
Seat 7: RYWG from the south. He actually turns out to be a pleasent fellow and we have a few friends in common. I never get his name. I'm a bad co-table'er. Is that a word?
Seat 8: ROWG with a carnival pf poker jacket on. A real old time grinder.
Seat 9: RYWG
Seat 10: RYWG
Our dealer, the self proclaimed "Chocolate Momma," deals 5 cards to half the table. My first 4 cards are A 4 A 4. Brutal.
Someone has forgotten to turn on the AC. People are sweating. I can't win a hand. Things get worse.
I play a huge 2nd level pot with As 2s Ac Qc. Its capped 4 ways on a flop of Tc 9d 7c. Then capped 3 ways on a turn of Jc. Ok, I'm thinking to myself, don't pair the board. Whatever happens Don't! Pair! The! Board!!! The river is a Jd. Fuck me. Check check and the button bets out. Early position folds. I pay him off. He opens up T T J 7. The kid in seat 9 that was in the hand on the flop says that he had T 7.
The kid that wins says, "I can't believe I won that hand."
"I can." I respond.
I actually looked this hand up on twodimes.net and all it said was that I should have won.
I lose more chips against the dork in seat two when I reraise him preflop with A A x x. The flop was 8 3 7. The turn was an Ace. I bet out again. He calls. The river is a T. He bets out. Fuck me. I actually think about folding the set of Aces but he could have anything. I call. He opens up the ole Ad 8h 6h 9h. Jaysis! I precede to stab myself in the eye with a spork from the poker kitchen.
I go into to the first break with 450 in chips. Well at least I can bust by the 7:00pm $300 tournament.
I run into The Chainsaw at break and he tries to tell me a bad beat story. I stop him short and ask him how many chips he has.
"5000." He tells me.
"I got 450." I explain.
"... that is bad." he replies. "But let me tell you about this hand."
I walk away. I try to get some money from Layne. Drawing dead. Breaks over, cards are dealt and I'm out. Pretty sure I'm the first one out. Balls.
I decide to skip the 7pm and go home to beat my therapy dog with a flip flop.
I need a Heineken.
JDN
* Random White Guy
** Random Older White Guy
*** Random Younger White Guy
After I finally find my seat, Matusow sits down at the table to my right and as soon as he sees me he asks for 2k. He'll pay me back tomorrow. Riiiight. So I give it to him. All the wrong people owe me money. I won't even try to list them.
Then it turns out Mike is in the wrong seat at the wrong table. I run bad. Little did I know that this would be a sign of things to come.
Table draw:
Seat 1: RWG* with a Coast Casino t-shirt on. He probably plays a lot of video poker, he probably knows Allen "The Chainsaw" Kesslar, he's probably a nit.
Seat 2: ROWG** that plays every hand. More on this piece of work later.
Seat 3: RYWG** An obvious former Marine, and later we find out a MMA fighter with a losing record, with a USMC/panther tattoo on his arm. He shows up about 30 minutes late, plays a few hands and then leaves. I don't see him again for the rest of the tournament.
Seat 4: Annoying Euro that checks his cards 5 times before he acts. He is slow to act, like he's playing no limit. Maybe he's mildly retarded and can't remember his cards. If he is "slow" his shitty attitude kills any innocent charm he might have due to his condition.
Seat 5: RYWG
Seat 6: JDN
Seat 7: RYWG from the south. He actually turns out to be a pleasent fellow and we have a few friends in common. I never get his name. I'm a bad co-table'er. Is that a word?
Seat 8: ROWG with a carnival pf poker jacket on. A real old time grinder.
Seat 9: RYWG
Seat 10: RYWG
Our dealer, the self proclaimed "Chocolate Momma," deals 5 cards to half the table. My first 4 cards are A 4 A 4. Brutal.
Someone has forgotten to turn on the AC. People are sweating. I can't win a hand. Things get worse.
I play a huge 2nd level pot with As 2s Ac Qc. Its capped 4 ways on a flop of Tc 9d 7c. Then capped 3 ways on a turn of Jc. Ok, I'm thinking to myself, don't pair the board. Whatever happens Don't! Pair! The! Board!!! The river is a Jd. Fuck me. Check check and the button bets out. Early position folds. I pay him off. He opens up T T J 7. The kid in seat 9 that was in the hand on the flop says that he had T 7.
The kid that wins says, "I can't believe I won that hand."
"I can." I respond.
I actually looked this hand up on twodimes.net and all it said was that I should have won.
I lose more chips against the dork in seat two when I reraise him preflop with A A x x. The flop was 8 3 7. The turn was an Ace. I bet out again. He calls. The river is a T. He bets out. Fuck me. I actually think about folding the set of Aces but he could have anything. I call. He opens up the ole Ad 8h 6h 9h. Jaysis! I precede to stab myself in the eye with a spork from the poker kitchen.
I go into to the first break with 450 in chips. Well at least I can bust by the 7:00pm $300 tournament.
I run into The Chainsaw at break and he tries to tell me a bad beat story. I stop him short and ask him how many chips he has.
"5000." He tells me.
"I got 450." I explain.
"... that is bad." he replies. "But let me tell you about this hand."
I walk away. I try to get some money from Layne. Drawing dead. Breaks over, cards are dealt and I'm out. Pretty sure I'm the first one out. Balls.
I decide to skip the 7pm and go home to beat my therapy dog with a flip flop.
I need a Heineken.
Therapy Dog needs a cocktail after being flogged.
JDN
* Random White Guy
** Random Older White Guy
*** Random Younger White Guy
6.07.2008
Montel Williams Charity Tournament
They had room for 500 but they only got 50. Oh well, half of the buy in goes to the MS Foundation Charity, so I feel like I'm doing something good with at least half of my money.
Table Draw:
Seat 1: I don't care.
I'm to lazy to do a table draw write up at a charity tournament. So I took a picture with my phone.
Yup I drew Jennifer Tilly. I felt slighted because didn't wear a low cut shirt and was flirting with the geek next to her. This geek happened to be a former guest on Montel's show some 15 years ago. He was in college at age 7 and graduated at age 10 or something. I was listening to him tell the far side of the table how smart he was and how he was one of the few child geniuses not to get caught up in drugs and alcohol in college. Why would one go to college and not get caught up in drugs and alcohol?
A few minutes later Ms Tilly asked him what he did now and he replied, "I'm a professional game show competitor."
... WTF?
Talk about aiming for the stars and reaching the gutter. I didn't know there was such a thing as a Professional Game Show Competitor. More power to him, I guess.
The tournament was ultra turbo style and I lost twice with AK and then lost all money to AK. So poor.
I'm probably going to play the 5pm Omaha at the Rio tomorrow. If I can wake up in time.
No Whammies!!!
JD
Table Draw:
Seat 1: I don't care.
I'm to lazy to do a table draw write up at a charity tournament. So I took a picture with my phone.
Wine in a pint glass.
Yup I drew Jennifer Tilly. I felt slighted because didn't wear a low cut shirt and was flirting with the geek next to her. This geek happened to be a former guest on Montel's show some 15 years ago. He was in college at age 7 and graduated at age 10 or something. I was listening to him tell the far side of the table how smart he was and how he was one of the few child geniuses not to get caught up in drugs and alcohol in college. Why would one go to college and not get caught up in drugs and alcohol?
A few minutes later Ms Tilly asked him what he did now and he replied, "I'm a professional game show competitor."
... WTF?
Talk about aiming for the stars and reaching the gutter. I didn't know there was such a thing as a Professional Game Show Competitor. More power to him, I guess.
The tournament was ultra turbo style and I lost twice with AK and then lost all money to AK. So poor.
I'm probably going to play the 5pm Omaha at the Rio tomorrow. If I can wake up in time.
No Whammies!!!
JD
6.05.2008
WSOP Event #6 $1500 Omaha Hi Lo
Hopefully Maureen Feduniak isnt at my table. We've been at the same table in the last two omaha tournaments that I played and we always end up pwning one another. And its never a good thing to get pwned or pwned Maureen.
Table Draw:
Seat 1: Random White Guy
Seat 2: Chris Reslock (Everytime that I see Chris I'm reminded of a running joke that LA Mike had last year about Mr Reslock having anal sex with Amanda Leatherman. Ha ha ha. Anal sex.)
Seat 3: Random White Guy that I recgonize but don't his name.
Seat 4: Random White Guy that has already slow rolled the table in the first orbit.
Seat 5: JDN
Seat 6: Random Older White Guy
Seat 7: Random Older White Guy
Seat 8: Random Older White Guy
Seat 9: Random Younger White Guy
I see a theme going on here. We must be at the Elk's Lodge or something.
Fuck. Omaha is boring. But I do get to check on Brian Devonshire's facial hair. He's thinks I've shaved but I'm just patchy. Our beard last longer has expanded. The field now includes me, Devo, Gavin, Bobo, Scott Fischman, Rick Fuller, and Brad the bartender. We cannot shave from May 25th to Sept 1st. He who shaves first owes everyone $500. If you bust 2nd to last, you still owe everyone left $500. So I only need to last till 4th to break even but I don't think anyone is giving in.
4500 at break, down from a high of 5200. I kept playing junk like 2238 and 233J. I should really stop that.
I'm pretty sure that Seat 7 and Seat 9 have no idea how to play. I'm seeing random raises with 479K and A69Q. Too bad they keep winning with those.
I end up with one $500 chip at dinner break. I couldn't win a hand for levels 3 and 4. I grab a Heineken during our short ass 30 min dinner break and watch whatever final table is happening.
After dinner I have 6 hands before the big blind. I fold them all. On the big blind I fold. On the small blind I fold. 200 in chips left. I fold around again to under the gun where I call all in blind. I actually win the high on this hand but since its a chop, I only get 50 more chips. Bah! All in again in the big blind and I whiff. Nighty night. Or so I think.
I decided to stick around and sweat my homies in the $5k mix event. They're at 3 tables so this is going to be a while. I play a little blackjack, gotta keep my rating up, before come back down to the amazon room. Fuck thats a long walk. I know everyone keeps complaining about it, its fucking ridiculous. I'll been doing it for 4 years now and I'm over it.
Back down in the poker room I decided to play some cash games. After they send me to a table with no one there I finally settle into a 2-5 game. Everyone has about 500 in front of them so I try to buy in for 2k. 500 max. Fuck that. I just keep topping off my stack after every hand, because, well I'm call 100 pre flop with 2 6. Sometimes it wins.
I'm bascically calling everyhting and shoving when someone checks to me. My Heinken Factor* is in the neigborhood of a 7 so I'm up 1k. Down 750. Down 2k. Down 1k. Typical.
There's a 5 way all in hand on a flop of Jh 7h Ad. I actually have a hand with As 8d and I'm pretty sure I gotta catch a 9 and T to win the hand... so I call. So do two people behind me. Of course I'm in last place when there's a set of Jacks, a set of 7s, and two flush draws. The turn is a black 9, I got outs! River is a blank. So poor.
Later in the night, after I've poured a drink into my lap I get into a hand with this big Italian guy in seat 7. Stereotypical guido with track suit, a flat top and ginormas muscles. He raises and I call with Q6. The flop J T 9. He bets small and I shove for 700. He calls. The turn is a Q and the river is a blank. I open up my Q6 and I takes him a while to figure out that he's won the hand with 88. I ship him the 500 or so that he has. Heineken! Cocktails!
After the guido has finished stacking his chips he gets up and taps me on the shoulder.
"Can I talk to you for a second?" He asks.
"Um, sure." I say as I follow him away from the table. My mind is racing as fast a Heineken Factor of 8 will allow me too. I'm look for an escape route. He's huge! 6 foot 4 and 260 with muscles! I might have to employ the eye gouge crotch punch that Chris... Bell told me about when fighting people bigger than you. I got money on the table too! Security!!!!
He stops and turns around to face me. I look for his eyes but there's 4 of them. Fuck.
"I'll give you ten thousand to play the 5/10 and you get to keep 50% of the profits." He tells me.
I stare at him for a moment. The 4 eyes get focused down into 2 eyes. Did he just really offer me a backing deal?
I reply with a stunned, "Do you know how drunk I am?"
"Yeah but I can tell you're a good player."
JDN
* The Heineken Factor: This scale is based on the number of Heinekens consumed, multiplied by 2.5 divided by the number of brain cells left. Really. No not really. Basically it's math/poker comprehension scale based on the total number of Heineken's orally consumed. 1 point of the scale roughly translates to 2.5 bottles of Heineken.
Table Draw:
Seat 1: Random White Guy
Seat 2: Chris Reslock (Everytime that I see Chris I'm reminded of a running joke that LA Mike had last year about Mr Reslock having anal sex with Amanda Leatherman. Ha ha ha. Anal sex.)
Seat 3: Random White Guy that I recgonize but don't his name.
Seat 4: Random White Guy that has already slow rolled the table in the first orbit.
Seat 5: JDN
Seat 6: Random Older White Guy
Seat 7: Random Older White Guy
Seat 8: Random Older White Guy
Seat 9: Random Younger White Guy
I see a theme going on here. We must be at the Elk's Lodge or something.
Fuck. Omaha is boring. But I do get to check on Brian Devonshire's facial hair. He's thinks I've shaved but I'm just patchy. Our beard last longer has expanded. The field now includes me, Devo, Gavin, Bobo, Scott Fischman, Rick Fuller, and Brad the bartender. We cannot shave from May 25th to Sept 1st. He who shaves first owes everyone $500. If you bust 2nd to last, you still owe everyone left $500. So I only need to last till 4th to break even but I don't think anyone is giving in.
4500 at break, down from a high of 5200. I kept playing junk like 2238 and 233J. I should really stop that.
I'm pretty sure that Seat 7 and Seat 9 have no idea how to play. I'm seeing random raises with 479K and A69Q. Too bad they keep winning with those.
I end up with one $500 chip at dinner break. I couldn't win a hand for levels 3 and 4. I grab a Heineken during our short ass 30 min dinner break and watch whatever final table is happening.
After dinner I have 6 hands before the big blind. I fold them all. On the big blind I fold. On the small blind I fold. 200 in chips left. I fold around again to under the gun where I call all in blind. I actually win the high on this hand but since its a chop, I only get 50 more chips. Bah! All in again in the big blind and I whiff. Nighty night. Or so I think.
I decided to stick around and sweat my homies in the $5k mix event. They're at 3 tables so this is going to be a while. I play a little blackjack, gotta keep my rating up, before come back down to the amazon room. Fuck thats a long walk. I know everyone keeps complaining about it, its fucking ridiculous. I'll been doing it for 4 years now and I'm over it.
Back down in the poker room I decided to play some cash games. After they send me to a table with no one there I finally settle into a 2-5 game. Everyone has about 500 in front of them so I try to buy in for 2k. 500 max. Fuck that. I just keep topping off my stack after every hand, because, well I'm call 100 pre flop with 2 6. Sometimes it wins.
I'm bascically calling everyhting and shoving when someone checks to me. My Heinken Factor* is in the neigborhood of a 7 so I'm up 1k. Down 750. Down 2k. Down 1k. Typical.
There's a 5 way all in hand on a flop of Jh 7h Ad. I actually have a hand with As 8d and I'm pretty sure I gotta catch a 9 and T to win the hand... so I call. So do two people behind me. Of course I'm in last place when there's a set of Jacks, a set of 7s, and two flush draws. The turn is a black 9, I got outs! River is a blank. So poor.
Later in the night, after I've poured a drink into my lap I get into a hand with this big Italian guy in seat 7. Stereotypical guido with track suit, a flat top and ginormas muscles. He raises and I call with Q6. The flop J T 9. He bets small and I shove for 700. He calls. The turn is a Q and the river is a blank. I open up my Q6 and I takes him a while to figure out that he's won the hand with 88. I ship him the 500 or so that he has. Heineken! Cocktails!
After the guido has finished stacking his chips he gets up and taps me on the shoulder.
"Can I talk to you for a second?" He asks.
"Um, sure." I say as I follow him away from the table. My mind is racing as fast a Heineken Factor of 8 will allow me too. I'm look for an escape route. He's huge! 6 foot 4 and 260 with muscles! I might have to employ the eye gouge crotch punch that Chris... Bell told me about when fighting people bigger than you. I got money on the table too! Security!!!!
He stops and turns around to face me. I look for his eyes but there's 4 of them. Fuck.
"I'll give you ten thousand to play the 5/10 and you get to keep 50% of the profits." He tells me.
I stare at him for a moment. The 4 eyes get focused down into 2 eyes. Did he just really offer me a backing deal?
I reply with a stunned, "Do you know how drunk I am?"
"Yeah but I can tell you're a good player."
JDN
* The Heineken Factor: This scale is based on the number of Heinekens consumed, multiplied by 2.5 divided by the number of brain cells left. Really. No not really. Basically it's math/poker comprehension scale based on the total number of Heineken's orally consumed. 1 point of the scale roughly translates to 2.5 bottles of Heineken.
6.03.2008
WSOP Event #1 $1500 Day 1B
Apparently this is the biggest tournament outside the main even. Almost 4000 peeps in this shizzle. The previous biggest non-main event was the final $1500 in the 07 WSOP and it was the only one I cashed. Here's to big tournaments!
Jerry Yang kicks it off with a shuffle up and deal and thanks Jeffery Polaak. I didn't know the commish was related to Phil Laak.
Table Draw:
Seat 1: This guy is a clone of Peter "Nordberg" Feldman. Complete with XXL polo shirt and shorts, but he's wearing sunglasses.
Seat 2: Definitely East Coast, he's wearing a Giants Superbowl hat with a garnish of sunglasses.
Seat 3: A younger kid but not an internet player. He's betting 5x the blinds in the first round. He seems nervous. No sunglasses.
Seat 4: Random Middle Aged White Guy. Sunglasses and his hands are shaking.
Seat 5: Random Older Ginger. He's bald but the red fuzz and freckles on his arm are a dead give away. He's serving a plate of aggressive play and a side of sunglasses.
Seat 6: Random Younger Kid who likes to Hollywood when he's facing the standard 3x preflop raise. Looks like he's addicted to sunglasses.
Seat 7: JDN. Snap. No sunglasses.
Seat 8: Random Older White Guy with flowered shirt that his wife probably bought him. No shades but he does have spectacles.
Seat 9: Middle Aged Ginger! WTF? They're everywhere. Random dude though with a healthy serving of sunglasses.
Seat 10: Empty
I lose 1k early on with 44 vs AA against the ginger in seat 9. He playing scared as checks the K high board to me on the turn and river.
A few hands later I get all in in the first orbit with Ac Qc on a flop 8c 3c 5h. I got my 1k back. Snap.
Seat 2 kinda looks like Antonio without the goatee. On table #26 Burt Boutin is acting like a spaz. Someone should monitor his All In energy drink intake. This can't end well for him.
For the first time in at least 6 tournaments, including my win at Ceasars, I see a flop with aces and bust a short stack. A short stack that had all of 150 left in chips. Chipping away.
I call a button reraise from Nordberg2 with a AQ off. The flop comes A T Q. I check , he bets out 1500 and I put him all in. He's only got 800 left and he folds. Huh? Even if he has Jacks, which I think he does, he has to call there. Maybe this is new poker I just don't get it. The Real Nordberg would have definitely made that call.
At the start of the 2nd level I have $10k in front of me from a starting stack of $3k. This is the way its supposed to work.
Until I tangle with the seat 9 ginger again. I raise in late position with Q T and he reraises from the cut off to 500 (this is only the second level and I don't feel like explaining the blinds and raises so early in a tournament). I call, of course, and the flop falls a J 9 5. Hmmm. I'm pretty sure I'm getting this guy all in on this hand but lets fire out and see if he's got AK. I bet out 1100 and he shoves for 4k. Guess thats AA and not AK. I call pretty fast as he turns over KK. The turn is a 9 and the river is a K. He thinks he loses. Too bad he didn't muck his hand right away.
I like playing these crap shoot like that. Try to get in on a big draw or get someone to call you all in with a draw. The structure is fast in the begining of the tournament so your play should be fast too. Just don't be Like Jeremiah Smith. He was chip leader at dinner break on Day 1A with 68k and busted out in the next level.
I'm down to 6500 at the end of the 2nd level. Still not a bad place to be.
Table break, new draw.
Seat 1: I'm finally at a table with someone I know, well two people. Old guy with the flowery shirt is in seat 2, but in seat 1 is JAred "The Waco Kidd" Hamby.
Seat 2: Flowers
Seat 3: I swear its Tazz from the WWE.
Seat 4: Random Asian Guy. SAG rating of 0.
Seat 5: Random Internet Player.
Seat 6: Random Internet Player.
Seat 7: Random White Guy with a Men the Master Signature from 07 on his hat.
Seat 8: Random Asian Guy. 0% SAG potential.
Seat 9: Me.
Seat 10: Random African American from Seattle. He has a Seahawks chip protector.
Thats basically all I have in my notes. I could win a hand from this point on and donked all my chips off early in level 3. I called off most of my stack with A5 after the BB shoved for a couple of thousand with 66. Oh well. Now I can go home and play GTA 4.
JDN
Jerry Yang kicks it off with a shuffle up and deal and thanks Jeffery Polaak. I didn't know the commish was related to Phil Laak.
Table Draw:
Seat 1: This guy is a clone of Peter "Nordberg" Feldman. Complete with XXL polo shirt and shorts, but he's wearing sunglasses.
Seat 2: Definitely East Coast, he's wearing a Giants Superbowl hat with a garnish of sunglasses.
Seat 3: A younger kid but not an internet player. He's betting 5x the blinds in the first round. He seems nervous. No sunglasses.
Seat 4: Random Middle Aged White Guy. Sunglasses and his hands are shaking.
Seat 5: Random Older Ginger. He's bald but the red fuzz and freckles on his arm are a dead give away. He's serving a plate of aggressive play and a side of sunglasses.
Seat 6: Random Younger Kid who likes to Hollywood when he's facing the standard 3x preflop raise. Looks like he's addicted to sunglasses.
Seat 7: JDN. Snap. No sunglasses.
Seat 8: Random Older White Guy with flowered shirt that his wife probably bought him. No shades but he does have spectacles.
Seat 9: Middle Aged Ginger! WTF? They're everywhere. Random dude though with a healthy serving of sunglasses.
Seat 10: Empty
I lose 1k early on with 44 vs AA against the ginger in seat 9. He playing scared as checks the K high board to me on the turn and river.
A few hands later I get all in in the first orbit with Ac Qc on a flop 8c 3c 5h. I got my 1k back. Snap.
Seat 2 kinda looks like Antonio without the goatee. On table #26 Burt Boutin is acting like a spaz. Someone should monitor his All In energy drink intake. This can't end well for him.
For the first time in at least 6 tournaments, including my win at Ceasars, I see a flop with aces and bust a short stack. A short stack that had all of 150 left in chips. Chipping away.
I call a button reraise from Nordberg2 with a AQ off. The flop comes A T Q. I check , he bets out 1500 and I put him all in. He's only got 800 left and he folds. Huh? Even if he has Jacks, which I think he does, he has to call there. Maybe this is new poker I just don't get it. The Real Nordberg would have definitely made that call.
At the start of the 2nd level I have $10k in front of me from a starting stack of $3k. This is the way its supposed to work.
Until I tangle with the seat 9 ginger again. I raise in late position with Q T and he reraises from the cut off to 500 (this is only the second level and I don't feel like explaining the blinds and raises so early in a tournament). I call, of course, and the flop falls a J 9 5. Hmmm. I'm pretty sure I'm getting this guy all in on this hand but lets fire out and see if he's got AK. I bet out 1100 and he shoves for 4k. Guess thats AA and not AK. I call pretty fast as he turns over KK. The turn is a 9 and the river is a K. He thinks he loses. Too bad he didn't muck his hand right away.
I like playing these crap shoot like that. Try to get in on a big draw or get someone to call you all in with a draw. The structure is fast in the begining of the tournament so your play should be fast too. Just don't be Like Jeremiah Smith. He was chip leader at dinner break on Day 1A with 68k and busted out in the next level.
I'm down to 6500 at the end of the 2nd level. Still not a bad place to be.
Table break, new draw.
Seat 1: I'm finally at a table with someone I know, well two people. Old guy with the flowery shirt is in seat 2, but in seat 1 is JAred "The Waco Kidd" Hamby.
Seat 2: Flowers
Seat 3: I swear its Tazz from the WWE.
Seat 4: Random Asian Guy. SAG rating of 0.
Seat 5: Random Internet Player.
Seat 6: Random Internet Player.
Seat 7: Random White Guy with a Men the Master Signature from 07 on his hat.
Seat 8: Random Asian Guy. 0% SAG potential.
Seat 9: Me.
Seat 10: Random African American from Seattle. He has a Seahawks chip protector.
Thats basically all I have in my notes. I could win a hand from this point on and donked all my chips off early in level 3. I called off most of my stack with A5 after the BB shoved for a couple of thousand with 66. Oh well. Now I can go home and play GTA 4.
JDN
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