Sadly this is my first day 2 in a no limit event at the World Series.
Sadly I have a starting stack.
Sadly there's traffic out in front of the Rio.
Sadly, I'm very happy to still be in after being card dead on the first day.
I get to my seat around 12:10pm and the tourney still hasn't started. Nice!
First hand of the tourney I look down at AQ and raise it to 1500. Or so I think. I look down and it's only 1100. Feck!
Big blind calls and I miss the flop. He picks it up on the turn. Lame.
When I'm the big blind it's folded to small blind, who've I've already pegged as a douche bag, insta raises to 1500.
I look down at AT and reraise to 4500. He moves in. Gagh!
He can be on nothing pretty easy here because I should fold this pretty easy. I fold telling him "I'll catch him later."
Good line huh?
Down to 26K.
An orbit later the older lady in seat 6, just after losing a big hand, makes it 3000 to go with blinds at 250/500. That's a little aggressive.
I look down at KK and move in. She's got about 7000 behind. So she's pretty much committed to calling. If she understands what that means.
She does call and shows AQ. Kings hold up and I scoop the pot.
Up to 40K. High point!
Brasilia Room. Table 210 Seat 8.
Table draw:
Seat 1: RYWG
Seat 2: RWG aka The Mustache. Holy moley this guy put Magnum PI to shame.
Seat 3: RAG that looks like Tetsuo from Akira. Tetsuo!!!!!!
Seat 4: RWG
Seat 5: RWG that may or may not be Kenny Powers brother.
Seat 6: RWOL... Oops busto. Ok it's a RWG... Busto. Now it's a Euro.
Seat 7: ROWG aka, Douche Bag
Seat 8: JDN
Seat 9: RAC Random Asian Chick. I can guarantee that she's a Commerce player.
18K at first break. Yes. 18k.
I stopped taking notes at this point because I was on life tilt. I could not win a hand. It was brutal.
The first of two hands that did me in was a hand against the Euro in seat 6. I could tell from the beginning that he had a very weak concept of preflop betting when he bet 4000 in middle position with blinds at 250/500.
He showed the table jacks and said he hated playing that hand.
Naturally a few orbits later he makes a 4x bet preflop and I call with TT.
The flop is a queen high and he checks. I check.
The turn is a blank and he bets out and I call.
The river is an ace. He bets out again but something about his movement and the bet amount is just fishy. I think he put in a pot sized bet and it just seemed like he wanted to buy the pot at that point.
I consider just shoving in and taking my chances. I've seen him open muck hands on the turn and if he thinks he's beat, he'll toss is away.
The only problem is that I don't really have enough chips to convince myself that he can fold. It would be barely more than a min raise.
But I then convince myself that I might actually have the best hand. The small (for him) preflop bet makes me think he's got a medium pair.
I tank it for several minutes.
I finally call, he says "nice hand" and flips over jacks.
I just shake my head and muck the hand.
I've got 6000.
I work it up to 9000 before that last hand before dinner break. I'm on the big blind and the Euro is on the button. Its folded to him and he makes a standard 3x raise to 1900. I look down at Q9 and make the call.
The flop is K 7 8. He checks out of turn. I shove. He calls with K7. Blank blank. I'm out.
That was so painful. It wasn't even fun. I should have sold my lammers when I won the satellite.
Dream Team Poker
I'm gonna keep this one short and sweet.
I got Gavin Smith and Matt Keikoan on my team. I gotta good team. Right?
Both of them bust by the 3rd level. I'm playing like a maniac. I love it.
I crack aces twice and have 45K at second break.
I make a last long bet with Matt Savage for a round of golf. He's got 20K.
I crack aces again with a bluff.
I have 90K at 3rd break.
Joe Stapleton and I wander around the main event, inside the ropes, while drinking beer. Stapes gets kicked out first. I tell Gavin he's a bad teammate for busting so quick.
My chip count does this:
90k
55K
25K
2K
10K
28K
0K
Two orbits and I'm out.
I hate the Rio and I'm never coming back.
Showing posts with label Dream Team Poker. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dream Team Poker. Show all posts
7.30.2009
4.02.2009
Dream Team Poker
The night before the tournament I, Jeremiah "That Donkey" Smith and the GF, attend some sort of party in the poker room at Caesars. It wasn't easy to get a drink and it was harder to get our jerseys!
Even though it was on the wall, we couldn't get it.
I guess we have to buy in. ok ok.
While standing in line with Miah, we're discussing the latest issue of Invincible when Zee Justin and Jimmy Fricke walk up. This should be good. Miah says "hi" to both before Jimmy throws out a hand to me. I shake it, then say, "Do you know who I am?" He says no. Sweet. I tell him I'm the guy that forwarded the email from Howard to you.
Awkward silence.
He says, "Sorry."
I laugh it off and continue with the talk with Miah about Invincible. Issue #60 was awesome.
After buying in we get our jerseys.
Oh yeah, our 3rd is non other than Scott Fischman. And we're Team Zurvive. Don't ask about the name.
The peeps from Dream Team sent me this email about a week before and here's my response:
1) Why you think you have the best team?
We don't have anywhere near the best team. Our best chance to win is to move in on any two cards that make a flush or straight. This technique is also know as the Jeremiah "That Donkey" Smith system.
2) How you came up with your team name?
Truthfully? Spellcheck on the computer broke.
3) How you decided on who was going to be on your team?
Now, this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I liked to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air
In west Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys
Who were up to no good
Startin making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air'
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suite case and send me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket.
I put my walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it'.
First class, yo this is bad
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass.
Is this what the people of Bel-Air Living like?
Hmmmmm this might be alright.
But wait I hear there're prissy, wine all that
Is Bel-Air the type of place they send this cool cat?
I don't think sow
I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air
Well, the plane landed and when I came out
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
I ain't trying to get arrested
I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightening, disappeared
I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror
If anything I can say this cab is rare
But I thought 'Now forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel Air'
I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later'
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air
Jeremiah's response to #3 was classic:
#3) Most teams are trying to put together a team of mixed playing styles, but we took that one step further. We are fielding a has-been, a wannabe, and a never-was.
I'm not sure who I am but I would put money on the wannabe.
Day 1
We're starting no earlier than 12:45. It's takes 30 minutes to get people in their seats and just when we think we're going to see some cards, we get some special announcements. One by the founder of Dream Team Poker, one by the mayor of Beverly Hills (WTF), and one by a congress woman who's name I can't remember. Shelly something. Regardless it was a brutal 45 minutes waiting for this thing to start.
In the first orbit I lose 3K with 44 vs seat 5 when he fires 2 bullets with AK and catches the ace on the river. Blargh.
An orbit later I raise with AA in early position and everyone folds. So it's just gonna be one of those days.
My right eye is killing me. I feels like someone rubbed a chipolte in my eye. I'm slowly turning into Popeye here.
In the 50/100 level it's mistakenly minraised by seat 5 and I call the extra 100 with K2. The flop falls 8s Kd Qs. Sweet, time for a check raise. It's checked around. Bah! I bet $350 on the turn when a jack falls.
Seat 5 calls and I bet 625 on the river. Its an 8. Seat 5 thinks about it for a few seconds before he raises to 3600. Damn it! He makes a funny face and winks at me. Full house or quads? I fold. Down to 5500.
Table 36 seat 1
Table draw:
Seat 1: jdn
Seat 2: rwg can't remember his name but he's on team Drity Sanchez.
Seat 3: rwg with a Jew-fro. And no, it's not Alex Jacob.
Seat 4: rowg that I've played with before. He's a got a bad mustache too.
Seat 5: rwg. Way too old to be wearing a basketball jersey. But to his credit he's wearing a sweat shirt under it.
Seat 6: Steve Sung. He left in the 2nd level to go play a blackjack tournament at the bellagio
Seat 7: rwg. Some girl on his team walked up to talk to him and she wasn't wearing a bra under her jersey. I know exactly what her breasts look like. All I can think about is a motorboat.
Seat 8: rag
Seat 9: rwg
Seat 10: rag. Minor SAG.
9950 at break. Jeremiah has 15k and Scott has 12k.
Joe Sebok tucks his jersey in. I LOL'd.
Steve Sung just came back but he has to go back to the bellagio at 4 for more BJ.
Jeremiah just got congratulated over the pa for going deep in the main event. I'm def the never-was.
Level up! 200/400 with a 50 ante. Gamble gamble. I got 10k.
Steve Sung can make his BJ tournament. He's busto.
Seat 5 stares at my chips every time he raises. So now I call him on it every hand. I'm trying to tilt him and it seems to be working. He lost two raise hands in a row. Haha fucker!
With blinds at 200/400 I raise to 1100 in middle/early position with KcQc. The rag in seat 8 calls from the big blind. The flop is 2 5 6. Check check. The turn is a K. He bets out 1400 and I call. The river is a 4 and he checks. I must be good. I bet 2000 and he calls.
I show my KQ and he flips over what I think is KQ. On my second take I see that it's KK. WTF?! That's right I gotta hit the 1 outter to lose any money. But he plays it so bad I get away cheap.
Down to 5500 I get it all in with AK vs the 99 of seat 10. Ace on the flop and I'm up to 10K. Again. Starting stack.
A few orbits later seat 3 raises under the gun to 1200. Seat 7 flat calls and I move in with KT on the button. I know seat 3 reads this as a squeeze and moves in. I'm racing. Then seat 7 calls all his chips off, seat 3 has him covered.
Seat 3 shows 66 and seat 7 shows JJ. After a T on the flop I blank out and head to the Mermaid Maid Bar to kick it with Scott Huff, his GF, and Amanda Leatherman. None of them make me fell better about the way I played, so I have a few more Hieneken's before hitting up the roulette table.
Fuck this team shit!
Jeremiah busts a few hands after me and Scott actually makes it to the bubble before busting with KK vs QQ.
Aiyeah!
JDN
(I'm not spell checking this BS before I post it. Deal with it!)
Even though it was on the wall, we couldn't get it.
I guess we have to buy in. ok ok.
While standing in line with Miah, we're discussing the latest issue of Invincible when Zee Justin and Jimmy Fricke walk up. This should be good. Miah says "hi" to both before Jimmy throws out a hand to me. I shake it, then say, "Do you know who I am?" He says no. Sweet. I tell him I'm the guy that forwarded the email from Howard to you.
Awkward silence.
He says, "Sorry."
I laugh it off and continue with the talk with Miah about Invincible. Issue #60 was awesome.
After buying in we get our jerseys.
Oh yeah, our 3rd is non other than Scott Fischman. And we're Team Zurvive. Don't ask about the name.
The peeps from Dream Team sent me this email about a week before and here's my response:
1) Why you think you have the best team?
We don't have anywhere near the best team. Our best chance to win is to move in on any two cards that make a flush or straight. This technique is also know as the Jeremiah "That Donkey" Smith system.
2) How you came up with your team name?
Truthfully? Spellcheck on the computer broke.
3) How you decided on who was going to be on your team?
Now, this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I liked to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air
In west Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys
Who were up to no good
Startin making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air'
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suite case and send me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket.
I put my walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it'.
First class, yo this is bad
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass.
Is this what the people of Bel-Air Living like?
Hmmmmm this might be alright.
But wait I hear there're prissy, wine all that
Is Bel-Air the type of place they send this cool cat?
I don't think sow
I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air
Well, the plane landed and when I came out
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
I ain't trying to get arrested
I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightening, disappeared
I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror
If anything I can say this cab is rare
But I thought 'Now forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel Air'
I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later'
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air
Jeremiah's response to #3 was classic:
#3) Most teams are trying to put together a team of mixed playing styles, but we took that one step further. We are fielding a has-been, a wannabe, and a never-was.
I'm not sure who I am but I would put money on the wannabe.
Day 1
We're starting no earlier than 12:45. It's takes 30 minutes to get people in their seats and just when we think we're going to see some cards, we get some special announcements. One by the founder of Dream Team Poker, one by the mayor of Beverly Hills (WTF), and one by a congress woman who's name I can't remember. Shelly something. Regardless it was a brutal 45 minutes waiting for this thing to start.
In the first orbit I lose 3K with 44 vs seat 5 when he fires 2 bullets with AK and catches the ace on the river. Blargh.
An orbit later I raise with AA in early position and everyone folds. So it's just gonna be one of those days.
My right eye is killing me. I feels like someone rubbed a chipolte in my eye. I'm slowly turning into Popeye here.
In the 50/100 level it's mistakenly minraised by seat 5 and I call the extra 100 with K2. The flop falls 8s Kd Qs. Sweet, time for a check raise. It's checked around. Bah! I bet $350 on the turn when a jack falls.
Seat 5 calls and I bet 625 on the river. Its an 8. Seat 5 thinks about it for a few seconds before he raises to 3600. Damn it! He makes a funny face and winks at me. Full house or quads? I fold. Down to 5500.
Table 36 seat 1
Table draw:
Seat 1: jdn
Seat 2: rwg can't remember his name but he's on team Drity Sanchez.
Seat 3: rwg with a Jew-fro. And no, it's not Alex Jacob.
Seat 4: rowg that I've played with before. He's a got a bad mustache too.
Seat 5: rwg. Way too old to be wearing a basketball jersey. But to his credit he's wearing a sweat shirt under it.
Seat 6: Steve Sung. He left in the 2nd level to go play a blackjack tournament at the bellagio
Seat 7: rwg. Some girl on his team walked up to talk to him and she wasn't wearing a bra under her jersey. I know exactly what her breasts look like. All I can think about is a motorboat.
Seat 8: rag
Seat 9: rwg
Seat 10: rag. Minor SAG.
9950 at break. Jeremiah has 15k and Scott has 12k.
Joe Sebok tucks his jersey in. I LOL'd.
Steve Sung just came back but he has to go back to the bellagio at 4 for more BJ.
Jeremiah just got congratulated over the pa for going deep in the main event. I'm def the never-was.
Level up! 200/400 with a 50 ante. Gamble gamble. I got 10k.
Steve Sung can make his BJ tournament. He's busto.
Seat 5 stares at my chips every time he raises. So now I call him on it every hand. I'm trying to tilt him and it seems to be working. He lost two raise hands in a row. Haha fucker!
With blinds at 200/400 I raise to 1100 in middle/early position with KcQc. The rag in seat 8 calls from the big blind. The flop is 2 5 6. Check check. The turn is a K. He bets out 1400 and I call. The river is a 4 and he checks. I must be good. I bet 2000 and he calls.
I show my KQ and he flips over what I think is KQ. On my second take I see that it's KK. WTF?! That's right I gotta hit the 1 outter to lose any money. But he plays it so bad I get away cheap.
Down to 5500 I get it all in with AK vs the 99 of seat 10. Ace on the flop and I'm up to 10K. Again. Starting stack.
A few orbits later seat 3 raises under the gun to 1200. Seat 7 flat calls and I move in with KT on the button. I know seat 3 reads this as a squeeze and moves in. I'm racing. Then seat 7 calls all his chips off, seat 3 has him covered.
Seat 3 shows 66 and seat 7 shows JJ. After a T on the flop I blank out and head to the Mermaid Maid Bar to kick it with Scott Huff, his GF, and Amanda Leatherman. None of them make me fell better about the way I played, so I have a few more Hieneken's before hitting up the roulette table.
Fuck this team shit!
Jeremiah busts a few hands after me and Scott actually makes it to the bubble before busting with KK vs QQ.
Aiyeah!
JDN
(I'm not spell checking this BS before I post it. Deal with it!)
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