WSOPC 1K NLH

I sit down at table 48 seat 10 about 20 minutes after the start of the tournament. I raise two of the first 3 hands and get 3 bet both times. Wow my first aggressive table.

I think the biggest hole in my game is that I just assume that everyone else at the table is a complete idiot. Which is my general view on human beings as a whole, but man I gotta prepare for some intelligence.

So as soon as I say "prepare for intelligence" I watch two players get all in, in the first level, on river on a board of 3c Ad Jc 3d 6d. The skinny kid shows AcKc and the guy in seat 5 shows Ah7h.



I flop my first set in a long time and actually get action on it from seat 4. I check raise him on the turn and he folds top pair face up.

Table 48 seat 10 (aFUCKINGgain). 10K starting stack, 60 minute levels.

Table draw:

Seat 1: rowg
Seat 2: A woman. Not hot. No eyebrows. Bedazzled shirt.
Seat 3: Random Mexican Guy or Random Latino Guy. Whatever is politically correct
Seat 4: rwg
Seat 5: Busto but replaced by a Random Persian Guy, rpg.
Seat 6: Random Younger White Guy, rywg
Seat 7: Random Asian Guy, rag
Seat 8: rag
Seat 9: Skinny Euro Internet Kid, seik?
Seat 10: JDN

I got pretty good bead on the skinny euro. I called him down on a board of Ah 2d 5h 4d 6h with AcQc. I was pretty confident that we had the same hand and when checked the river to me I checked too. In the later stages of the tournament I probably would have put half my stack in there but it's only the 2nd level and there's no need to get half my stack in the middle with top pair.

He showed the AsQs.

13,750 at first break.

We've lost 40 people in 2 levels. These guys are crazy.

Everyone tightened up and are afraid to play the euro kid after he took a big pot from the lady with no eyebrows. His betting pattern is kinda obvious. Just got to see him open up a few more hands.

A new guy to the table raises to 450 (the first 3x raise I've seen in a while) from under the gun in seat 7. I look down at two red queens and reraise him to 1200.

It gets back to him and he reraises another to 2700. Hmmm. That was quick. I can only put him on two hands at this point AA and KK.

Blargh.

I fold the queens face up and he shows aces. Good read by me! :-)

In the 100/200 level I raise it in early position with AdQh and get two callers. The flop is Qd Jd 9h. I bet 1100, fold, and call. The turn is the 8d. I check he bets out 2200. I got the Ad. The pot is too big to fold. I call. The river is a blank.

I check he bets 2200 again. Ok now that fucks me up. It's such a scared bet. He's not confident about his hand. He could have the same hand as me. But I've found out, peeps in NOLA still call even if they think they're losing.

So I call thinking I'm 50% to win or chop this hand. He shows TT for a straight. Bad call by me. :-(

I'm done to 3K at 2nd break. Pretty sure this is my first 2nd break since I've been here.

Gonna buy into the PLO8.

So I get moved to a new table and I order a Heineken.

Then I double up. I flopped trip aces in a 6 way limped pot. I turn the boat and some old dude bets out. I call and were heads up. The river is a jack.

I move in and the old guy says, "I'll pay you off."

Ok thanks. He mucks and I'm up to 7500. Now I can't buy into the PLO8.

Table breaks and I get move table 50something seat 5. I got another Heineken and got a little aggressive. I push in with 22 on a 6 6 J board and took it down.

I flop a set, win a couple pots with a continuation bet and I'm at 10,075 at dinner break.

I head over to Sauve for dinner. Sauve is owned by Carlos Menica. The house margarita was decent and food was... mediocre. Just like Carlos' stand up.

Back at the tourney, I'm sitting next to a guy that looks like that dude who kidnapped Elizabeth Smart. Creepy.

A few orbits later I look down at AA from under the gun and make it 1100. The bald guy in seat 10 calls as down the older lady in the big blind.

The flop comes down 6 5 7. The lady shruges her shoulders and moves in for 4Kish. I move in over the top for 9K. The guy in seat 10 calmly says, "I call." Fuck. He shows the 66 for Satan's Set. The old lady shows A4 and says, "I need a 3."

Don't forgot get about an 8 dingleberry.

The turn is a Q and the river is a 3. Awesome. Aces come in last.



I'm steaming.

I can't win a fucking hand and now I can't buy into the PLO8. So its video poker time.

I win $500 in like 15 minutes. Fudge. Now I gotta buy into the 9PM tournament.

9pm $200 NLH

As the 9pm tourney gets under way, the Laker game starts. The Lakers are playing so well that the Rockets get a 17 to 1 lead to start the game. Did I mention that the room is half filled with people from Houston wearing McGrady jerseys.

Oh look! I got AJ. I'm all in. I get called by AK and I'm quickly walking out the door.

At least the GF is coming in tomorrow. In fact she gets in at 3pm. So I do the intelligent thing and play the noon tournament the next morning.

$340 NLH

I show up as late as possible and find my seat in the normal poker room. The first hand I see seat 1 slow roll the guy in seat 9. Oh gawd. I can deal with this shit and it only takes about three hands for me to call the guy down on the river. He of course, makes it a point to show me the non-winning card, he had trips, before the winning card.

Motherfucken douche bag.

Before I muck my hand I tell him to stop slow rolling and stop being a douche bag.

That pretty much sets off the table and the a discussion goes around about what is slow rolling and what a douche bag is. So after a few hands I pick up 88 vs TT and get it all in on a 9 high flop.

GG and now I can meet the GF at 3pm.

So far this trip has been a complete fucking disaster. I've only reached the 2nd break twice and lost every time I've opened up AA or KK. Blah blah blah. I'm skipping the 5k to hang out with some friends who've never been to NOLA before. I can guarantee that I'm going to have more fun doing that than playing another tournament. Not to mention it being cheaper.

Saturday Night on Bourbon Street

I had the most amazing 15 minutes on Bourbon Street on Saturday night. To start out, one of the bars caught on fire.



Imagine a fire truck trying to make it down Bourbon with all those people. There was 3 firetrucks.

A few blocks down an ambulance is making its way through the crowd to a man that may or may not have fallen off a balcony. The EMTs get a neck brace on him and decide that the best way to get him on a stretcher was to forgo the back board and lift him up by his arms. The guy had no idea where he was, and no one around him really seemed to care about his well being.

Did I mention it was raining? It was.

As I got to the end of Bourbon, or the start depending your direction, the notice a tricked out car. The unusual thing about this car was that it was a Fruity Pebbles car. The car was a mid 90s Pontiac with 32s. It was pink, with Fruity Pebbles decals on the hood and doors. This mofo loves Fruity Pebbles!

The windows had "Got Milk?" decals on them. Damn! The mofo loves sugary cereals.

I also missed the booty shake off while staring at the Fruity Pebbles car.

There were 3 girls on each side of the road. The music from the Fruity Pebbles car was blaring and the chicks had their hands on the ground and asses in the air.

kinda like this but with more pigment.

Skeet skeet skeet. Epically awesome evening.

The next night, we went out, back to Bourbon with WSOP Randy, Joy "TrainWreck" Miller, and Mike Binger.

Joy does not like cherry bombs and yes that is a white blazer.

In the end the poker was a fucking disaster but the weekend with good friends was compeletly worth it. Now if I could just cash a tournament...

Up next is a non-poker event, Matt Savage's 14th annual Golf Tournament at Wolf Creek.

I haven't decided what I'm doing for the WSOP yet. At this point I just might stay home and play video games.

JDN, signing off with a keyboard cat.

WSOPC NOLA $340 NLH

I feel like shit. Only got 4 hours of sleep. Apparently NOLA doesn't want me breathing like a normal human. Pretty sure I almost swallowed my tongue at some point last night.

I miss 15 minutes of the tourney but I don't lose any chips to the blinds. Harrahs does something very stupid here. The button always starts in seat 10 and the last seats they sell are the seat 10s. So there's a minimal advantage to buying in late.

It's not a huge deal but someone at Harrahs should realize this and change it. But they won't. Ignorance is bliss.

Table 58 seat 10

Table draw: (This might be the greatest tournament table evar!)

Seat 1: Random Black Guy or a RBG if you will.
Seat 2: a woman, not hot. Portly. Elderly. Big hair.
Seat 3: a guy that looks like the Colonel from KFC.
Seat 4: a woman. Not hot. Elderly.
Seat 5: Random Old White Guy or a ROWG
Seat 6: A woman. Not hot. Very portly. Probably loves deep fried twinkies. Every time she's in a pot I want to say, "Lay Jabba no bother."
Seat 7: ROWG
Seat 8: ROWG
Seat 9: ROWG
Seat 10: JDN

This table is playing like a 2/4 limit game. 5 limpers every hand, min raises with flush draws, it's awesome. Except I keep paying the RBG off when he hits his hand.

The ROWG in seat 7 asks me what I'm listening to on my head phones. Sigh... I don't feel like explaining to him who and what Bongzilla is so I just say "a little bit of everything."

Being from the west coast, all this southern hospitality is really throwing me off. When some random person is being nice and friendly to me I assume they're a pervert or the want some money from me.

When that guy from the other night invited me to his house for a grill I just figured he wanted me to fuck his wife or something nefarious.



7500 at first break.

Jabba busto. She said bring me Solo and the cookie as she left.



I can't steal from position so I opened up my range of hands to raise with under the gun. Seems to be working. When they can't limp they just fold.

I've had to limp in the blinds with a couple of premium hands because there's 6 limpers already.

I like bad players.

Absolutely no interesting hands happening. And no cocktails waitresses either. Like a 2/4 game.

In the 4th level, somehow I'm short and I look down at 22 under the gun. I raise it up a standard 3x raise and get called by the a guy in late position and the small blind. The flop falls 4s 3c 8c. Check, I check, gonna reraise if someone bets out, and of course the goofball in late position bets out 1K. Small blind folds and I reraise to 3500.

The goofball thinks about it for a few seconds, checks his cards again, and moves in. Looks like a flush draw to me. Don't think its a set or an over pair, probably something like a AT of clubs. So I gamble and call off all my chips.

I show my 22 and he flips over the Ac 4c. I was right. Just gotta fade a club and... waitaminute! Oh shit, he's got a pair of 4s. Crizzap! I blank out and walk out.

Now I gotta kill 2 hours before the mega satellite starts.

6pm Mega Satellite

I'm not gonna go into details about playing the super, but man what a horrible payout structure. Ok I'm going to go into some detail.

We end up getting 18 players for the satellite and by all accounts, that would be 1 seat to the main, and $3500 for 2nd place. Right? Right.

Wrong.

For some reason Harrahs NOLA pays out satellites like this, 1 seat, 2nd thru 7th get a $500 lamer and 8th gets $80. WTF? So poor. So Harrahs.

Needless to say you can pretty much fold to the money because people play so bad and I end up getting 6th and never getting above 5K.

I bust out at 9:15pm which allows me 15 minutes to buy in to the nightly 9pm.

Nightly 9pm Tourney

I'm card dead again and basically have to bluff my way up to 10K just before the break. Then I flopped 2 pair from the big blind and lost half my stack to a turned straight.

At break I lose $50 on the Texas Tea machine. On a roll here.

Two hands after break I run TT into AA. Aiyeah. In everyone of these tournaments I've doubled up in the first 3 levels only to bust out in the 4th or 5th level. Obv I'm doing something right, especially since I haven't had a hot run of cards. I need a good smack in the face. Knock some sense into me.



1K tomorrow. If I get up in time. PLO8 at 5pm.

JDN

WSOPC New Orleans

After a lovely lunch at Juan's Flying Burrito, I hustled back to the casino to catch the 5pm PLO. I have to show picture ID to get into the casino and to buy in to the tourney.

I'm considering wearing my ID around my neck so I don't have to fish it out of my wallet every time I have to prove my identity.

And... I'm out.

Took the ole AAJ5 vs AA36 and lost to a 7 high straight when the 5 hit the river. Awesome.

I play the 9pm $200 tourney a little later and after bluffing all my chips off with 9 high I bust out in the 3 level with KJ vs 88.

I decide to play some cash games and find a 4/8 limit hold'em limit omaha high game and sit. 3 or 4 hours later, down $100, I head back to the hotel but before stopping at 24 hour dinner called Daisy Dukes. Pretty sure I saw them mircowaving my New Orleans Sampler while the new graveyard waitress tried to figure out the cash register.

Got back to the hotel around 5am to chow down on some gumbo, jambalaya, and red bean something or other.

The Next Morning:

Having stayed up at little late and drinking a little too much, I slept till 3pm and missed the noon tournament. No biggie. I want to play the 6 handed Wednesday.

After wandering around Bourbon Street and eating a catfish po-boy, I head back over to the Casino to play the 9pm tourney again.

Just as we're starting the tournament, I see that the 6 handed was today. Blargh!!!

I play 4 levels of poker before I raise it up with KK and get two callers. The flop is 7 high and its checked to me. I move in and the big blind calls with A7. Blank on the turn, 7 on the river.



GG and I'm headed back to Bourbon Street.

JDN