The very first hand of hold'em I pick up queens and after my raise I have 4 callers. An ace flops and I call a bet to see the turn. It's not a queen and fold to another bet.
Not a good start.
Then I look down at queens again on the 3rd hand of the tournament. They hold up against a flush draw and I take down a nice 1st level pot.
That's a good sign.
Up 1K in 8 hands of hold'em.
Brasilia Room Table 198 Seat 7
I pick up another $600 in Omaha and I can clearly see the Laker game in the other side of the room. It's not ideal but it will work.
10K at break.
I run up to the iBar to meet Layne for a couple of Mango tangos while we watch the end of the first half of the Laker game.
When I get back to my table Phil Ivey is in seat 8. To my left. Great. Not only is he pretty good at poker, he's the luckiest player on the planet.
Table Draw:
Seat 1: RWG with a yellow fishing hat and a teddy bear sweatshirt on.
Seat 2: Old black guy named Ozzie that I used to play with at Hollywood Park.
Seat 3: Doyle's man servant.
Seat 4: ROWG with a sombrero
Seat 5: Older Russian guy that I've played with a lot.
Seat 6: RWG named Chad. Talks too much.
Seat 7: me myself and I
Seat 8: Phil Ivey
Omaha sucks and I did not play every hand. I just made bad calls on the river. Gotta stop doing that.
Ivey turns out to be my mush. I don 't win a hand for a whole level thanks to Phillip. 6K going into the 3rd level.
I finally win a hand in Razz against Phillip and get back up to 9K.
The Lakers just tied it up at 99 with 2 minutes left. Phillip has big money on Orlando. Noob.
Phillip is steaming slightly.
In stud, I complete with 7c (Tc 7d). Phillip raises to 400 and I call. 4th street for me is the 7s. I double bet and Phillip calls.
To make a lame story short, he calls me down the whole way and hits his club flush on 7th street.
Now this is where lucky Phillip comes into play. If he would have been paying attention to the poker game and not the basketball game he would have noticed that there were 4 clubs up and I had 2 more showing by the end of the hand.
So Phillip had to hit a 3 outer on 7th to beat me in a 6K pot.
That's how he rolls.
1725 at break. Yes 1725.
Second hand back from break I'm in the big blind and Phillip tries to raise from under the gun. But he only puts out 400 and the blinds are 150/300. That's a call. (BTW he had just raised to 600 the hand before).
Anywhoo I flop 2 pair with T2 and get called down by Ozzie and double to 3800.
Chau Chang moves to my right. Better awesome.
Back up to 5K with what I assume was a running bluff with 5s in stud. Got the Russian to fold on 6th street.
Chau Chau is petite. And he has dry hands. Long nails too.
5500 going into level 6.
I get it up to 6K before someone decides to limp for the first time in hold'em.
I call 200 from the small blind with Kh5h and Phillip checks his big blind. The flop is Ah 2h 6d. I check and Phillip bets out as expected. Ozzie, the OG limper raises to 800. I call. Phillip folds.
The turn is the Ks and I check call Ozzie.
The river is a Q and it's check check. Ozzie shows A8 off. Nice limp. Phillip cost me another 400 in chips. He's so bad for me.
4200.
I 3/4 a pot with guy wearing a sombrero to get back up to 6K.
Sometimes I play a pretty good short stack.
Just lost everything when I flopped a set of aces and lost to runner runner wheel. Down to 1600.
Doubled up in Razz against Doyle's man servant when I make a 9 6 low on 7th street.
3600 at break. Joe Stapleton is wearing a pink shirt.
I get all my chips in drawing to an 8 in razz against Ozzie and I actually get there. Back up to 8K.
88. That's lucky.
I think Terrence Chan got moved to my table.
No it's not Terrence. It's that Asian Accountant guy that got deep in the main event. Excuse my whiteness.
I didn't think I'd ever say this but thank god for limit hold'em. I get aggressive with two hands and take them both down on the turn.
Wait a second. Chau's male masseuse is getting way to close to me.
Anyway I check raise with AJ on a K Q x x board to win it and fire out with 7c7d on a Qd 9h 2d 3d board too.
Up to 17K when that Schwartz guy from the final table moves to out table.
Table break.
I move to table 239 with 15k.
Nick Frangos is on my left and Dario Alioto is in seat 3. There's also a female pokerstars pro in seat 5. She's from Brazil. No clue as to who she is.
Dario hits a royal on the last hand of limit hold'em. Luck sack.
Daniel walked by and winked at me.... What does that mean?
I end the day with 15100. I'm very happy about that and I'm even happier that Phillip has busted.
On to Day 2!
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6.10.2009
12.21.2008
I hate christmas..
but this is kinda funny. Staring yours truly, Jeremiah Smith, Layne Flack, Gavin Smith, and a monkey.
Happy Holidays from Poker WTF!
Happy Holidays from Poker WTF!
9.24.2008
WSOPE Horse
Of course I forget my receipt and I have to wait 25 minutes for the cage manager to find my carbon copy and another 10 to figure out how to photocopy it. Bollocks.
When I bring my receipt to the registration table they can't read it and I just give him my surname and get my seating assignment. Looking for a knife to stab myself in the eye.
Speaking of which, I found out that that giant ferris wheel is called "The London Eye.". I'm not sure why it has that name but that's what it's called.
Table 11 seat 7 (this is obviously the worst seat in the tournament. I'm sitting in front of a giant red light and for people to get into this section, they have to squeeze between me and the giant red light. Its like a red light prostate exam just to get by me. So poor!)
Table draw:
Seat 1: random euro that looks like a younger version of kevin from the office.
Seat 2: random american
Seat 3: andy "the Irish monk" black
Seat 4: random euro that looks like that creepy elton brown of iron chef America and good eats fame
Seat 5: random american internet kid with a retainer. Could be that timex fellow.
Seat 6: random euro that happens to be a full tilt pro and deoderant happens to be optional from where ever he's from.
Seat 7: jdn
Seat 8: Nick Binger's brother, Michael Binger.
Sausage time!
Andrew Black declares it's sausage time. He opens up a tupperware container of Irish (assuming) Sausage on the table and as it pops open, his chips go everywhere. I tell him that's why there's a no sausage on the table rule.
Mike Binger gets moved the hand after getting rolled up queens. I wish I were to get rolled up and moved.
9075 at break. Would have had a bit more if I could avoid the 3 x brick hands in razz.
Level two begins and Phil Ivey sits down in seat 8. Lovely.
I have a flaming hold'em round where I get paid off with a 2nd nut flush and a set. Up to 12500.
In razz elton brown completes with a 9 showing. Yes a 9. It only gets worse from here. Fucking razz.
I call and when the boards read 7 6 5 6 for me and he has A 9 T T. Of course he calls my bet. I lead out blind on 7th, hoping he sees it. He doesn't. He calls. With a T 9 low. He wins. I brick 7th and end up with a J 7 6 5 4.
Elton brown!!!! Your shows suck!
8100 at break. Ivey is officially the luckiest player in poker. Every hand he's opened, he's won. In the stud8 level he rivers aces up agianst my 3 pair.
3rd level... Fuck the 3rd level.
Elton Brown is my mega mush, with Ivey a close second. I lose all my chips in Omaha on two big hands.
The first bastard of a hand is a huge multi-way pot that was 4 bet pre-flop 5 handed. I held Ah Ad 8h 9h and the flop fell 6h 7h Js. Bet bet bet. Big pot like I said. The turn is a Qd. Bet call call raise call call. 3 handed when the river comes Ts. Elton brown checks. I check. Seat 2, his name is Bruce, bets. Elton raises. This hand don't make sense. Bruce has a set of queens. Elton has to have K9 or AK. I can't call. But it's Elton. He sucks. Fuuuuuck. I fold. Bruce calls Elton shows the 8s9s for the scoop. Skull fuck me in the eye hole please.
A couple of hands later I turn a 6 high flush then river a 6 high straight and get scoped after 3 bets. .Assdffghkllljgcfd
2 orange chips going into dinner. When we come back I'll be behind the button. I will be seeking the sage like advice from Allen Cunningham over beers at all one bar.
Layne flack cracked his Breitling watch at dinner break. He's says security did it, but I'm guessing he was just flailing his arms.
4 level
Holy shit. I'm a fucking rollercoaster. Started with 2000 this level and got all in for the first time with 1400 left. Typically I made a last longer with flack when we both had 2k. Amazingly I tripled up 3 handed all in pre-flop with AA in Omaha. Never seen that before.
I got all in 4 times in that level and doubled up everytime. Once even against Ivey's lucky ass when I out drew him in razz.
Mike Binger comes back to our table and takes Andy Black's seat.
Young Kevin from the office must be getting bored. In stud8 he got me all in with A 3 5 and bricked 4 straight cards against my split kings. On 7th street I said " hope you brick!". And he did. Snap.
A few hands later he reraises me with 3 3 6 vs my Q 9 Q. We get all the money in on 4th street and I hit a flush to double up to 7500ish.
I end the level with 8500.
5th Level
Kinda spin wheels in the next level and lose my iPod to Ivey. He's never heard BlackMilk and I almost had a bet down that he would like it. Phil likes it! So much so that he keeps it with him when the table breaks.
Table break!!!!
I bet Ivey 1k that he wouldn't bring my iPod back fully charged. I think I'm free rolling.
New table draw:
Seat 1: Doyle Brunson
Seat 2: random euro
Seat 3: Max "The Italian "arrrrrr" Pirate" Pesactori
Seat 4: jdn
Seat 5: John Juanda
Seat 6: random euro
Seat 7: Jean Robert Bellande
Seat 8: Robert Williamson the 3rd
Table of death? I think not. I love it.
But then things go sour. I lose a stud hand to the random euro in seat 2 when he slow plays buried aces. I got about 3100 left when I try to get Doyle to agree to a last longer bet. He declines. This is the very next hand courtesy of pokernews.com.
Jason Newitt Eliminated in Ridiculous Stud-8 Quads Hand
Jason Newitt was all in for small change on third street, with Doyle Brunson, Max Pescatori, and John Juanda all in the hand as well.
There was some giggling at Brunson's hand by fourth street and more by fifth street. Eventually he bet it on sixth street and Pescatori got out of the way, but Juanda called.
Juanda: {K-Spades} {A-Spades} {7-Diamonds} {6-Clubs} with {5-Diamonds} {4-Hearts}-X for the low.
Brunson: an entirely astounding {Q-Hearts} {Q-Spades} {Q-Clubs} {5-Hearts} with {3-Hearts} {5-Spades} {Q-Diamonds} for the high.
Newitt: {6-Hearts} {A-Diamonds} {2-Hearts} {6-Spades} with {2-Clubs} {4-Spades} {8-?} for not very much, although he initially thought he'd won the low.
Ok, the facts are right but the details are wrong. Doyle had less chips than me. I think he had 3k and I had 3200. Doyle raised on the door card before I reraised with my A 6 2. Max and Juanda both called and checked it to 6th street before Juanda bet out and Max folded. Anyway, I'm busto and its Miller Time.
After dropping a couple hundo at black jack I run into Layne, Cantu and Madsen in the upstairs bar. More beer. I also meet the danish kid that just won the $1500 event (the first person to win a WSOPE and a WSOPAFY bracelet) and Yuval Bronshtein, who has gone deep a couple of times. Both seem to be pretty pleasant peeps.
Elton Brown also makes and appearance and we break bread over a brew.
Some how I get roped into a heads up tournament on the WSOP heads up video game machine. Layne backs me (scary, I know) and I get heads up with Madsen for the championship.
Madsen is a donkey.
Needless to say I lose and Layne and I hit the black jack tables to dust off another couple of hundo.
I think I'm going to play a satellite to main on Friday. I think its the best chance I have of making any money on this trip since it seems like I can only cash in sats.
JDN
When I bring my receipt to the registration table they can't read it and I just give him my surname and get my seating assignment. Looking for a knife to stab myself in the eye.
Speaking of which, I found out that that giant ferris wheel is called "The London Eye.". I'm not sure why it has that name but that's what it's called.
Random night shot of "The London Eye."
Table 11 seat 7 (this is obviously the worst seat in the tournament. I'm sitting in front of a giant red light and for people to get into this section, they have to squeeze between me and the giant red light. Its like a red light prostate exam just to get by me. So poor!)
Table draw:
Seat 1: random euro that looks like a younger version of kevin from the office.
Seat 2: random american
Seat 3: andy "the Irish monk" black
Seat 4: random euro that looks like that creepy elton brown of iron chef America and good eats fame
Seat 5: random american internet kid with a retainer. Could be that timex fellow.
Seat 6: random euro that happens to be a full tilt pro and deoderant happens to be optional from where ever he's from.
Seat 7: jdn
Seat 8: Nick Binger's brother, Michael Binger.
Sausage time!
Andrew Black declares it's sausage time. He opens up a tupperware container of Irish (assuming) Sausage on the table and as it pops open, his chips go everywhere. I tell him that's why there's a no sausage on the table rule.
Mike Binger gets moved the hand after getting rolled up queens. I wish I were to get rolled up and moved.
9075 at break. Would have had a bit more if I could avoid the 3 x brick hands in razz.
Level two begins and Phil Ivey sits down in seat 8. Lovely.
I have a flaming hold'em round where I get paid off with a 2nd nut flush and a set. Up to 12500.
In razz elton brown completes with a 9 showing. Yes a 9. It only gets worse from here. Fucking razz.
I call and when the boards read 7 6 5 6 for me and he has A 9 T T. Of course he calls my bet. I lead out blind on 7th, hoping he sees it. He doesn't. He calls. With a T 9 low. He wins. I brick 7th and end up with a J 7 6 5 4.
Elton brown!!!! Your shows suck!
8100 at break. Ivey is officially the luckiest player in poker. Every hand he's opened, he's won. In the stud8 level he rivers aces up agianst my 3 pair.
My left hand with Phil Ivey.
My right hand with Phil Ivey.3rd level... Fuck the 3rd level.
Elton Brown is my mega mush, with Ivey a close second. I lose all my chips in Omaha on two big hands.
The first bastard of a hand is a huge multi-way pot that was 4 bet pre-flop 5 handed. I held Ah Ad 8h 9h and the flop fell 6h 7h Js. Bet bet bet. Big pot like I said. The turn is a Qd. Bet call call raise call call. 3 handed when the river comes Ts. Elton brown checks. I check. Seat 2, his name is Bruce, bets. Elton raises. This hand don't make sense. Bruce has a set of queens. Elton has to have K9 or AK. I can't call. But it's Elton. He sucks. Fuuuuuck. I fold. Bruce calls Elton shows the 8s9s for the scoop. Skull fuck me in the eye hole please.
A couple of hands later I turn a 6 high flush then river a 6 high straight and get scoped after 3 bets. .Assdffghkllljgcfd
2 orange chips going into dinner. When we come back I'll be behind the button. I will be seeking the sage like advice from Allen Cunningham over beers at all one bar.
Layne flack cracked his Breitling watch at dinner break. He's says security did it, but I'm guessing he was just flailing his arms.
4 level
Holy shit. I'm a fucking rollercoaster. Started with 2000 this level and got all in for the first time with 1400 left. Typically I made a last longer with flack when we both had 2k. Amazingly I tripled up 3 handed all in pre-flop with AA in Omaha. Never seen that before.
I got all in 4 times in that level and doubled up everytime. Once even against Ivey's lucky ass when I out drew him in razz.
Mike Binger comes back to our table and takes Andy Black's seat.
Young Kevin from the office must be getting bored. In stud8 he got me all in with A 3 5 and bricked 4 straight cards against my split kings. On 7th street I said " hope you brick!". And he did. Snap.
A few hands later he reraises me with 3 3 6 vs my Q 9 Q. We get all the money in on 4th street and I hit a flush to double up to 7500ish.
I end the level with 8500.
5th Level
Kinda spin wheels in the next level and lose my iPod to Ivey. He's never heard BlackMilk and I almost had a bet down that he would like it. Phil likes it! So much so that he keeps it with him when the table breaks.
Table break!!!!
I bet Ivey 1k that he wouldn't bring my iPod back fully charged. I think I'm free rolling.
New table draw:
Seat 1: Doyle Brunson
Seat 2: random euro
Seat 3: Max "The Italian "arrrrrr" Pirate" Pesactori
Seat 4: jdn
Seat 5: John Juanda
Seat 6: random euro
Seat 7: Jean Robert Bellande
Seat 8: Robert Williamson the 3rd
Table of death? I think not. I love it.
But then things go sour. I lose a stud hand to the random euro in seat 2 when he slow plays buried aces. I got about 3100 left when I try to get Doyle to agree to a last longer bet. He declines. This is the very next hand courtesy of pokernews.com.
Jason Newitt Eliminated in Ridiculous Stud-8 Quads Hand
Jason Newitt was all in for small change on third street, with Doyle Brunson, Max Pescatori, and John Juanda all in the hand as well.
There was some giggling at Brunson's hand by fourth street and more by fifth street. Eventually he bet it on sixth street and Pescatori got out of the way, but Juanda called.
Juanda: {K-Spades} {A-Spades} {7-Diamonds} {6-Clubs} with {5-Diamonds} {4-Hearts}-X for the low.
Brunson: an entirely astounding {Q-Hearts} {Q-Spades} {Q-Clubs} {5-Hearts} with {3-Hearts} {5-Spades} {Q-Diamonds} for the high.
Newitt: {6-Hearts} {A-Diamonds} {2-Hearts} {6-Spades} with {2-Clubs} {4-Spades} {8-?} for not very much, although he initially thought he'd won the low.
Ok, the facts are right but the details are wrong. Doyle had less chips than me. I think he had 3k and I had 3200. Doyle raised on the door card before I reraised with my A 6 2. Max and Juanda both called and checked it to 6th street before Juanda bet out and Max folded. Anyway, I'm busto and its Miller Time.
After dropping a couple hundo at black jack I run into Layne, Cantu and Madsen in the upstairs bar. More beer. I also meet the danish kid that just won the $1500 event (the first person to win a WSOPE and a WSOPAFY bracelet) and Yuval Bronshtein, who has gone deep a couple of times. Both seem to be pretty pleasant peeps.
Elton Brown also makes and appearance and we break bread over a brew.
Motherfucken' Elton Brown in the house!
Some how I get roped into a heads up tournament on the WSOP heads up video game machine. Layne backs me (scary, I know) and I get heads up with Madsen for the championship.
Madsen is a donkey.
Needless to say I lose and Layne and I hit the black jack tables to dust off another couple of hundo.
I think I'm going to play a satellite to main on Friday. I think its the best chance I have of making any money on this trip since it seems like I can only cash in sats.
JDN
9.21.2008
WSOPE $1500 No Limit Tourney
It's been a while since I was really excited to play tournament. The WSOPAFY! (World Series of Poker of America Fuck Yeah!) was kinda of a downer, not to mention it was at the Rio in Las Vegas during the summer and it was 120 degrees out. And I had to walk down that redonkulous hallway just to lose my money. I'm slightly bitter. Can you tell? Unfortunately I had to fly half way round the world to get here.
Truthfully I love traveling to London and I've been here a few times before but this is the first time I can actually play a tournament here. If the brits all play like Roland de Wolfe, I could take this bad boy down.
Table 3 Seat 3
Let's get it on!
Table draw:
Seat 1: random bloke but he's quite nice. He called a cocktail waitress over to get me a water. So pleasant.
Seat 2: random bloke who has no idea what's going on
Seat 3: jdn
Seat 4: the steaming swede. This guy called off half his stack against the nuts in the first orbit and has been on dead steam ever since.
Seat 5: empty
Seat 6: the cocky bloke
Seat 7: that guy that went deep in the main event a few years ago that looks like the geico caveman
Seat 8: random bloke and I'm almost 100% certain that he has a nipple on his left wrist. Bizarre.
Seat 9: empty
Our dealer is having trouble boxing the cards and reading the hands. He's already mucked two winning hands. Time for a push!
I'm slightly distracted by the Ibiza Angels. They're the massage girls and they're all wearing see-thru white linen pants. I can tell if they're wearing hotpants, thongs or grannie panties. One of them is dancing while she rubs seat 4 on the table next to ours.
Levels 1 and 2 are pretty boring. I picked up kings once and won it on the flop. I also chopped AQ twice, so I'll be playing that hand more aggressive in future. Or maybe I'll play it more passive. I dunno. It's generally a lame hand.
6k at break. Treading water, which is my specialty.
Layne Flack asks to borrow some franks at break. We're in London Layno!
Hotpants!
I've never seen so many walks in the first two levels of a tournament. Of course I haven't had one.
Big pot time! With blinds at 100/200 I raise to 600 under the gun with AK. Seat 6, the cocky bloke, reraises to 1600. It's folded back around to me and I ponder over it for a few seconds before making the call.
Now seat 6 is the guy who raised with a gut shot and got there on the turn to steam the swede in seat 4, who I think may be german, but the steamin' swede is a better nickname than mad german, so I made the called based on his previous play.
I might lay AK down to a better player because I'm getting 25% of my chips in preflop. Whoa... I'm using math.
The flop falls A 8 8. I check and he bets 1600. I move all in for 3750 more. He tanks it. When he bets the flop I can rule out him having AA or 88. And A8 is not even on the radar.
He goes through the motions and asks if I have ace. So he has QQ or JJ. I don't think he folds KK there. So I'm golden.
He continues to think it over as I settle into my seat. Now... This is the first time I've ever cracked up while being stared down. And Seat 6 didn't even do anything.
The waitress comes to the opposite end of the table and offers the players some all in energy drink, which tastes like battery acid imo. The new guy in seat 9 takes one and the waitress looks over at the geico caveman, who's name I later found out it something like lief farce, anyway he's laying his head down on the table with eyes closed. Obv, he had a long night so the waitress says, "looks like you need an energy drink."
She offers him one and he doesn't even see or hear it. I fucking lose it. Good thing the guy didn't notice it. So he calls the clock on himself.
Thong!
I've never seen anyone call an all in bet when they call the clock on themselves. He folds.
I'm up to about 11k after the hand.
A few hands later when the cocky bloke has the big blind I look down at aces and make standard raise. I would've almost bet that he was going to shove on me. He folds. Damn! I hope I can take advantage of his tilt.
Doesn't take long for me to spring my trap. Exactly one orbit later I look down at A9 and make the standard raise. Its folded to the cocky bloke in the big blind who shoves it all in. As he does it I notice that he's looking straight up. That's a motherfucking tell! I call. He shows 2 3 off. I win. Snap.
9k at 2nd break.
Creepy moment of the day!
Doodoo Merman (Davood Mermand) follows a bloke into the loo and continues to talk to him abouy a hand as the guy takes a leak. I'm Soooooo happy the Doodoo isn't at my table.
Quote of the day!
"Someone tell Roland de Wolfe to stop eating."
- Joy Miller
Level 5
With blinds at 150/300 with a 25 ante, I raise to 1000 with JJ. There are two limpers in front of me and both of them call. The flop falls 5s 8d 4d. The under the gun limper bets out 2500. Huh? The other donk folds. I think about it for a moment. AK of diamonds? I'm slightly baffled. I count out my chips, I can't reraise, I gotta push if I stay in this hand. WTF does he have? I shove.
He almost beats me into the pot. Fuck. He shows 88 and 10 minutes later I'm walking past the ferris wheel. Someones getting married on it. That's lame.
The HORSE starts on Monday.
JDN
Truthfully I love traveling to London and I've been here a few times before but this is the first time I can actually play a tournament here. If the brits all play like Roland de Wolfe, I could take this bad boy down.
I walked pass this gigantical ferris wheel on my way to the Empire Casino which used to be the Empire Nightclub
Table 3 Seat 3
Let's get it on!
Table draw:
Seat 1: random bloke but he's quite nice. He called a cocktail waitress over to get me a water. So pleasant.
Seat 2: random bloke who has no idea what's going on
Seat 3: jdn
Seat 4: the steaming swede. This guy called off half his stack against the nuts in the first orbit and has been on dead steam ever since.
Seat 5: empty
Seat 6: the cocky bloke
Seat 7: that guy that went deep in the main event a few years ago that looks like the geico caveman
Seat 8: random bloke and I'm almost 100% certain that he has a nipple on his left wrist. Bizarre.
Seat 9: empty
Our dealer is having trouble boxing the cards and reading the hands. He's already mucked two winning hands. Time for a push!
I'm slightly distracted by the Ibiza Angels. They're the massage girls and they're all wearing see-thru white linen pants. I can tell if they're wearing hotpants, thongs or grannie panties. One of them is dancing while she rubs seat 4 on the table next to ours.
Levels 1 and 2 are pretty boring. I picked up kings once and won it on the flop. I also chopped AQ twice, so I'll be playing that hand more aggressive in future. Or maybe I'll play it more passive. I dunno. It's generally a lame hand.
6k at break. Treading water, which is my specialty.
Layne Flack asks to borrow some franks at break. We're in London Layno!
Hotpants!
I've never seen so many walks in the first two levels of a tournament. Of course I haven't had one.
Big pot time! With blinds at 100/200 I raise to 600 under the gun with AK. Seat 6, the cocky bloke, reraises to 1600. It's folded back around to me and I ponder over it for a few seconds before making the call.
Now seat 6 is the guy who raised with a gut shot and got there on the turn to steam the swede in seat 4, who I think may be german, but the steamin' swede is a better nickname than mad german, so I made the called based on his previous play.
I might lay AK down to a better player because I'm getting 25% of my chips in preflop. Whoa... I'm using math.
The flop falls A 8 8. I check and he bets 1600. I move all in for 3750 more. He tanks it. When he bets the flop I can rule out him having AA or 88. And A8 is not even on the radar.
He goes through the motions and asks if I have ace. So he has QQ or JJ. I don't think he folds KK there. So I'm golden.
He continues to think it over as I settle into my seat. Now... This is the first time I've ever cracked up while being stared down. And Seat 6 didn't even do anything.
The waitress comes to the opposite end of the table and offers the players some all in energy drink, which tastes like battery acid imo. The new guy in seat 9 takes one and the waitress looks over at the geico caveman, who's name I later found out it something like lief farce, anyway he's laying his head down on the table with eyes closed. Obv, he had a long night so the waitress says, "looks like you need an energy drink."
She offers him one and he doesn't even see or hear it. I fucking lose it. Good thing the guy didn't notice it. So he calls the clock on himself.
Thong!
I've never seen anyone call an all in bet when they call the clock on themselves. He folds.
I'm up to about 11k after the hand.
A few hands later when the cocky bloke has the big blind I look down at aces and make standard raise. I would've almost bet that he was going to shove on me. He folds. Damn! I hope I can take advantage of his tilt.
Doesn't take long for me to spring my trap. Exactly one orbit later I look down at A9 and make the standard raise. Its folded to the cocky bloke in the big blind who shoves it all in. As he does it I notice that he's looking straight up. That's a motherfucking tell! I call. He shows 2 3 off. I win. Snap.
9k at 2nd break.
Creepy moment of the day!
Doodoo Merman (Davood Mermand) follows a bloke into the loo and continues to talk to him abouy a hand as the guy takes a leak. I'm Soooooo happy the Doodoo isn't at my table.
Quote of the day!
"Someone tell Roland de Wolfe to stop eating."
- Joy Miller
Level 5
With blinds at 150/300 with a 25 ante, I raise to 1000 with JJ. There are two limpers in front of me and both of them call. The flop falls 5s 8d 4d. The under the gun limper bets out 2500. Huh? The other donk folds. I think about it for a moment. AK of diamonds? I'm slightly baffled. I count out my chips, I can't reraise, I gotta push if I stay in this hand. WTF does he have? I shove.
He almost beats me into the pot. Fuck. He shows 88 and 10 minutes later I'm walking past the ferris wheel. Someones getting married on it. That's lame.
The HORSE starts on Monday.
JDN
7.09.2008
WSOP Main Event
Amazon red table 22 seat 9
I arrive a few minutes late, miss a few hands, and promptly throw away all of the freebies which include a everest poker seat cushion, a card protector, and some gamma-o thingy.
Table draw:
Seat 1: SAG alert!!! Awwoooooga! I've already seen him min raise bluff to 5k on the river with 9 high.
Seat 2: big guy in a hoodie and sunglasses with gamma-o stickers all over. He looks like he ate all the gamma-o he could find. I wonder if he's all roiding out under that hoodie.
Seat 3: semi sag guy that i've played with at the bike before. Odds are that he's a tran, phan, or pham.
Seat 4: canadian guy that I recognize but I don't know his name. Likes to talk about humping fat girls.
Seat 5: rwg
Seat 6: rwg
Seat 7: rwg
Seat 8: rwg
Seat 9: jdn
I make pretty good lay down in the first level. Late position raises to 300 I call from the small blind with TT. The big blind (the SAG) raises to 1k. Other folds and I call. The flops comes 2 6 6. I check and the sag bets 2k. I think it over a few seconds, while he stares me down. Haven't seen him do that to anyone else. I guess he's strong. I fold my tens face up and he shows QQ. Yay for me and my good read. Even though its pretty standard.
Nobody except the SAG can fire more than one barrel at a pot. Love this table.
19.5 k at break.
There's a guy at table 17 with a giant plush penguin. I wonder if those are good eats.
I have AK suited twice in 3 hands and lose 3500. Pretty sure I call all but 500 of it off.
Seat 2 turns out to be jbags. I guess thats supposed to mean something. These kids and their internets.
18k at 2nd break. Pretty card dead or at least I'm not hitting flops.
With blinds at 150/300 I make it 900 to go with AQ. The chubby chaser in seat 2 calls from the big blind and the flops falls 7c Qd 3d. He checks I bet 1300 and he calls. The turn is the 7s. He checks pretty fast and I suspect a possible check raise. Let's see what the river brings and I'll make a decision there. The river is a 2h. He checks again. I'm goot! So I bet out 2200. He counts his stack out, puts his hand on his head, and let's out a big sigh. I'm golden.
He finally calls the 2200 with jacks. Ok so, he may have played the hand semi bad but it wasn't that big of a pot and he still has a bunch of chips. So when freaks out, it comes as a surprise. He stands up flails his arms and stomps off like a 4 year old.
When he finally comes back to the table he knocks over his coffee. I'm dying on the inside as he's slamming his chips down and wiping up the coffee.
I mean really? Over that hand? This guy definitely has implied tilt odds when he's in pots. Yum yum.
To his credit he apologizes to me at break.
I'm setting up the SAG in seat 1 for a big check raise. He basically bets the pot any time its checked to him. Either this will be a huge success or an epic failure.
17400 at dinner. Nap time!
I hate the masquerade in the sky. Thats a promotion that needs to end.
Looks like I'm gonna have to start manufacturing hands. I fire two bullets on an A 9 6 Q board with 77 to chip up to 22k. Gotta do work son.
I think I caught something from my nap in my room at the rio. The whole right side of my face is a giant hive. It must be from the pillows. Quick! Someone get me some of that pink stuff thats not for diarrhea.
Doug lee is the only man man enough in the amazon room to get a massage from a man.
Setting up the SAG:
He raises to 1k under the gun and it folds to me in the big. Of course I have to call with Jc9c. I'm putting him on a pretty big range of hands but most likely an AT or KQ, maybe a small pair.
The flop comes 5h Js 6h and I bet 1500. Be looks at his cards before calling. Hes got at least one heart. The turn is a 8h. I check and he bets out 3500. Now... I think about it but I don't take too long to call.
The river is a 4d and I check with the intention of calling anything. He checks. Wuss. Where's my SAG?!? Jack is goot. Ship the pot.
When the phan, pham, or tran in seat 3 busts he gets replaced by a giant swede. Viking big. He raises my big blind and I look down at Ac8c. I can't call. He might stab me with his sword or battle axe. They should have weight classes in poker.
Pretty sure I got 32k at last break. Layne, Pete Lawson and I make b-line to the ibar to get mango tangos. I even make it back in time.
Pretty sure our dealer is Bill Chen. Waiting for confirmation.
I'm on a small roller coaster as the table breaks. I have 27k with about 20 mins left in the day. Needless to say I don't survive even after my first hand at the new table is AA.
Last hand of the night. Bags are being handed out and people are standing up. Under the gun limps for 400 as its folded to me in middle position. I raise to 1600 with K7. My thinking here is that a lot of people will just fold this hand because the day is done. I'll probably get the blinds, antes, and the limper's chips with this raise.
Well the limper calls and on a flop of 7d 3s 4d he tells me that its a horrible flop for me. He tells me several times before shoving all in for 35k. Into a 3k pot! He's gotta have AK here. I call off my 25k.
He shows Ad 8d and with a 2d on the turn, I'm drawing dead.
Shenanigans
JDN
I arrive a few minutes late, miss a few hands, and promptly throw away all of the freebies which include a everest poker seat cushion, a card protector, and some gamma-o thingy.
Table draw:
Seat 1: SAG alert!!! Awwoooooga! I've already seen him min raise bluff to 5k on the river with 9 high.
Seat 2: big guy in a hoodie and sunglasses with gamma-o stickers all over. He looks like he ate all the gamma-o he could find. I wonder if he's all roiding out under that hoodie.
Seat 3: semi sag guy that i've played with at the bike before. Odds are that he's a tran, phan, or pham.
Seat 4: canadian guy that I recognize but I don't know his name. Likes to talk about humping fat girls.
Seat 5: rwg
Seat 6: rwg
Seat 7: rwg
Seat 8: rwg
Seat 9: jdn
I make pretty good lay down in the first level. Late position raises to 300 I call from the small blind with TT. The big blind (the SAG) raises to 1k. Other folds and I call. The flops comes 2 6 6. I check and the sag bets 2k. I think it over a few seconds, while he stares me down. Haven't seen him do that to anyone else. I guess he's strong. I fold my tens face up and he shows QQ. Yay for me and my good read. Even though its pretty standard.
Nobody except the SAG can fire more than one barrel at a pot. Love this table.
19.5 k at break.
There's a guy at table 17 with a giant plush penguin. I wonder if those are good eats.
I have AK suited twice in 3 hands and lose 3500. Pretty sure I call all but 500 of it off.
Seat 2 turns out to be jbags. I guess thats supposed to mean something. These kids and their internets.
18k at 2nd break. Pretty card dead or at least I'm not hitting flops.
With blinds at 150/300 I make it 900 to go with AQ. The chubby chaser in seat 2 calls from the big blind and the flops falls 7c Qd 3d. He checks I bet 1300 and he calls. The turn is the 7s. He checks pretty fast and I suspect a possible check raise. Let's see what the river brings and I'll make a decision there. The river is a 2h. He checks again. I'm goot! So I bet out 2200. He counts his stack out, puts his hand on his head, and let's out a big sigh. I'm golden.
He finally calls the 2200 with jacks. Ok so, he may have played the hand semi bad but it wasn't that big of a pot and he still has a bunch of chips. So when freaks out, it comes as a surprise. He stands up flails his arms and stomps off like a 4 year old.
When he finally comes back to the table he knocks over his coffee. I'm dying on the inside as he's slamming his chips down and wiping up the coffee.
I mean really? Over that hand? This guy definitely has implied tilt odds when he's in pots. Yum yum.
To his credit he apologizes to me at break.
I'm setting up the SAG in seat 1 for a big check raise. He basically bets the pot any time its checked to him. Either this will be a huge success or an epic failure.
17400 at dinner. Nap time!
I hate the masquerade in the sky. Thats a promotion that needs to end.
Looks like I'm gonna have to start manufacturing hands. I fire two bullets on an A 9 6 Q board with 77 to chip up to 22k. Gotta do work son.
I think I caught something from my nap in my room at the rio. The whole right side of my face is a giant hive. It must be from the pillows. Quick! Someone get me some of that pink stuff thats not for diarrhea.
Doug lee is the only man man enough in the amazon room to get a massage from a man.
Setting up the SAG:
He raises to 1k under the gun and it folds to me in the big. Of course I have to call with Jc9c. I'm putting him on a pretty big range of hands but most likely an AT or KQ, maybe a small pair.
The flop comes 5h Js 6h and I bet 1500. Be looks at his cards before calling. Hes got at least one heart. The turn is a 8h. I check and he bets out 3500. Now... I think about it but I don't take too long to call.
The river is a 4d and I check with the intention of calling anything. He checks. Wuss. Where's my SAG?!? Jack is goot. Ship the pot.
When the phan, pham, or tran in seat 3 busts he gets replaced by a giant swede. Viking big. He raises my big blind and I look down at Ac8c. I can't call. He might stab me with his sword or battle axe. They should have weight classes in poker.
Pretty sure I got 32k at last break. Layne, Pete Lawson and I make b-line to the ibar to get mango tangos. I even make it back in time.
Pretty sure our dealer is Bill Chen. Waiting for confirmation.
I'm on a small roller coaster as the table breaks. I have 27k with about 20 mins left in the day. Needless to say I don't survive even after my first hand at the new table is AA.
Last hand of the night. Bags are being handed out and people are standing up. Under the gun limps for 400 as its folded to me in middle position. I raise to 1600 with K7. My thinking here is that a lot of people will just fold this hand because the day is done. I'll probably get the blinds, antes, and the limper's chips with this raise.
Well the limper calls and on a flop of 7d 3s 4d he tells me that its a horrible flop for me. He tells me several times before shoving all in for 35k. Into a 3k pot! He's gotta have AK here. I call off my 25k.
He shows Ad 8d and with a 2d on the turn, I'm drawing dead.
Shenanigans
JDN
5.05.2008
Matt Savage – 0, Golf Cart – 1
It was a pleasant day on the 10th hole at TPC canyons. We had just teed off and Layne and I were a seconds behind the other cart containing Matt Savage and Phil Gordon. We lost sight of them as they turned the corner and Layne and I discussed the pros and cons of being in the other fairway on this hole.
As we turned the aforementioned corner a sight lay before us that took me several seconds to comprehend. Why was Matt laying face first on the concert cart path? Was he looking for his ball or doing sprinkler maintenance? Layne observed, “Look at this twinkie here.”
Layne, being thoughtful human that he is, drove right past Matt’s limp body and said, “Walk it off.” We had to find his ball in the trees on the other fairway and it took precedence over injuries.
Phil is obviously new to cart driving techniques and apparently he turned into the turn, hit the curb and bounced poor Matt out of the cart.
Matt pared the hole and requested some Neosporin from the snack lady.
JDN
As we turned the aforementioned corner a sight lay before us that took me several seconds to comprehend. Why was Matt laying face first on the concert cart path? Was he looking for his ball or doing sprinkler maintenance? Layne observed, “Look at this twinkie here.”
Layne, being thoughtful human that he is, drove right past Matt’s limp body and said, “Walk it off.” We had to find his ball in the trees on the other fairway and it took precedence over injuries.
Phil is obviously new to cart driving techniques and apparently he turned into the turn, hit the curb and bounced poor Matt out of the cart.
Matt pared the hole and requested some Neosporin from the snack lady.
JDN
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