This tournament is a great one to play because it's on Sunday and you don't have to deal with all the Internet nerds and their check raising asses. So far my table is full of older middle aged men.
I was hoping they'd get 500 today but I forgot about the football effect. Looks to be around 400.
I swear I just saw Hurley from Lost walking around.
Table 61 seat 8
Table draw!
Seat 1: rwg
Seat 2: rwg
Seat 3: rwg who has no concept of pot size or blinds
Seat 4: the French terminator. Looks French but talks like a SoCal skater. With the beavis and butthead laugh to boot!
Seat 5: rwg, a Ginger. Keep away!
Seat 6: empty
Seat 7: random younger Asian guy
Seat 8: jdn
Seat 9: not sure what happend with seat 9. They picked up the stack but I guess they can still put someone in it. So it's deemed undecided.
Seat 10: aggro rwg (oops he's out)
Hey there's cowboy Kenna James. Last time I saw him he had underwear on his head.
5575 at the end of the first level. I actually hit a set for the first time 20 hours of play. Yay!
The ginger raises to 300 and I can with 99. Four of us see the flop and we all check to the river on a board of A A T Q 9. The slow guy in seat 2 bets out 1k and it's folded to me. Hmmm. Do I shove or call?
I know he's "challenged" so I min raise to 2k and he opens his hand. Good read on my part. Eventually he calls and shows QJ. Ship it.
Two hands later I look down at AJ and I merely call behind a limper. A new strategy for me. Two others call, including the slow guy and the flop falls A J J. Check around! I'm not sure how I'm going to get anything else outta this hand. The turn is a J. Definitely not getting any more chips out of this hand, until... the slow bets 300. He's got a jack folks. I call as everyone else folds. The river it is a blank and short bus guy actually checks to me. I ponder for a moment and wonder how much he will call. I bet 550 and he calls. Snap! He's got J3.
Table break!
Table 47 seat 10
Table redraw!
Seat 1: random old lady
Seat 2: old dude with a creepy hulk hogan handlebar mustache
Seat 3: rwg
Seat 4: rwg
Seat 5: rwg, a chubby
Seat 6: rwg, a cowboy
Seat 7: rywg
Seat 8: rwg
Seat 9: skinny white hat guy who I always see playing sats and begging for money next to Eskimo.
Seat 10: jdn
Well, level 2 was a rollercoaster. Up to 9k then down to 4k. Think I'm at 6k now. At least I made the break.
Level turned into a horrible version of level two. Up and down, up and down. The I get 3500 all in on the flop of Jd Tc 5c with KQ against the old lady's JT and the Cowboys Ac 5c. Somehow I don't get there and the old lady's two pair holds up. WTF?
Fuck this shit I'm going to Chipolte.
I see a couple of bums get arrested at the Chipolte/Panda Express and I cheer up as all is right with the world.
Next up, Omaha hi/lo on Wednesday.
JDN
10.21.2008
10.18.2008
Caesars Classic $500
The last time I played a tournament here I won it. Of course that was in April and the only tournament I've cashed since then was the barge main event. Hopefully lightening can strike twice.
Table 26 seat 5
Hey look at that! Same table and seat that I had when I won the tournament.
Good or bad omen? I dunno. Remains to be seen.
I fold every hand in the first level and never see a flop. So poor.
20 minutes into the 2nd level it's folded to me and I raise too 300 with queens. The Asian lady to my left calls as does the old man with the big blind in seat 10.
The flop comes 6s 7h 9h. The Geezer checks. I bet 600 into a 1000 pot. Lady folds and Gramps calls. The turn is the 6d. The Geriatric checks and I bet 1100. He moves all in. Huh?
I've already seen him play a few horrible hands so I can put him on anything from A9, TT, JJ or even a flush draw. All hands that I can beat.
So I call. He and his disgusting balding old man white ponytail show the monster 8c 6c.
Fucking moron.
GG
JDN
Table 26 seat 5
Hey look at that! Same table and seat that I had when I won the tournament.
Good or bad omen? I dunno. Remains to be seen.
I fold every hand in the first level and never see a flop. So poor.
20 minutes into the 2nd level it's folded to me and I raise too 300 with queens. The Asian lady to my left calls as does the old man with the big blind in seat 10.
The flop comes 6s 7h 9h. The Geezer checks. I bet 600 into a 1000 pot. Lady folds and Gramps calls. The turn is the 6d. The Geriatric checks and I bet 1100. He moves all in. Huh?
I've already seen him play a few horrible hands so I can put him on anything from A9, TT, JJ or even a flush draw. All hands that I can beat.
So I call. He and his disgusting balding old man white ponytail show the monster 8c 6c.
Fucking moron.
GG
JDN
pwned by old dude
10.01.2008
Superbad
There's this hilarious photoshop thread running on 2+2 about what poker players would be doing if it weren't for poker. If you've never seen it, check it out here. You might lose a day of your life, but its totally worth it.
Anyhoo, I was catching up with the latest updates and I found this one posted by Pavlik.
He gets an A for creativity and F for technical skills. Use the crop tool mofo!
I showed it to the Gavin yesterday and his only response was, "I wish I had hair like that."
JDN
Anyhoo, I was catching up with the latest updates and I found this one posted by Pavlik.
He gets an A for creativity and F for technical skills. Use the crop tool mofo!
I showed it to the Gavin yesterday and his only response was, "I wish I had hair like that."
JDN
9.29.2008
WSOPE Main Event (Phil Ivey Stole My Ipod)
On the walk from our flat to the casino, Gavin and I discussed today's strategy and sampled some of London's finest subway tunnel juice. There was a juice stand set up in a tunnel type of area next to the train station where a guy and his juicer have set up shop. I was a little skeptical of his set up, mostly because there was no running water. In the end I got a refreshing cup of apple, orange, watermelon, and some other random melon drink. We chugged it down before we got to the empire.
They wouldn't give me a receipt. WTF? Guess the dealer is going to have to trust me that I'm at the right seat.
Table 13 seat 3
Table draw!
Seat 1: big fucking Viking bastard who's just trying to give all his chips away
Seat 2: random canafian who is also very donational
Seat 3: jdn
Seat 4: random shelia? What do they call women here? Anyway, she's an online qualifier. Bunch of peeps are taking her picture so I would imagine she the only girl to sat in.
Seat 5: random euro with a giant diamond studded watch
Seat 6: random euro
Seat 7: random euro, definitely an Internet nerd
Seat 8: big fucking techno viking
Seat 9: random bloke
Holy shit I got a walk!
Holy shit I got another walk in the next orbit. Of course I had queens.
20,700 at break. Nothing much happens in the first level. At my lowest I was at 18k. Won most of it back preflop.
At break Daniel Negreanu buys me a veggie samosa. Score.
First weird hand of level 2:
Seat 2 is under the gun and makes a standard raise to 600 I call with 55 and the shelia calls. Fuck! That's too many. Here comes a squeeze. I look at seat 5. Here it comes. He raises to 2500. I notice something fishy about his raise. He announces it as he throws in 3 big chips. Odd....
The bloke to my right tanks it for a few minutes. If he calls I'm calling. If he folds I'm folding.
He calls. I do as well and so does the chick! Big pot. 10k plus.
The flop falls 9h 3h 9c. Check check check. Diamond watch guy bets 3500. Seat 2 folds. Wow. This quite a predicament I gotten myself into. He was so fishy to begin with and now he just reeks of carp. If he throws a half size pot bet out, I probably reraise him. The smallish bet throws me off. He very easily could have a A9 or K9. I fold unsure if I had just pasted on a golden opportunity.
The massage girl working on the guy next to me has B.O.
Other weird hand of the level:
Seat 7 raises in early position and I call in the big blind with AQ. The flop falls 6 A 6. I check he bets 1200. I call and check the T on the turn. He checks too. Wha? Does he have AJ or a smaller pair? Confused!
The river comes a Q. I lead out with 2k. After a moment he raises to 7k. Huh? We must have the same hand. No way he's got KJ. I call. He shows 6 4 off. Fuck me.
Then it strikes me, this is why they reraise here with medium strength hands. I've seen several reraise with jacks, tens and I seen a couple with AQ. They've learned that to get the junk hands out they gotta reraise the crazies.
This country baffles me.
I think the qualifier to my left is the stinky one.
8250 at break. Ninja time.
Techno Viking and Internet Nerd are playing some huge hands in the 150/300 level. These guys are out of control.
After the massive Viking in seat 1 busts Kelly Kim, of the November Nine fame, gets moved to our table. I don't plan on watching that final table. I'm going to have way more fun watching the paint dry in my garage.
I have aces twice and kings during the 3rd level and win all of them preflop. Bollocks. I've been folding AJ preflop all day and it seems to be saving me some money. I am now going to apply that rule to AQ. If I had just folded it all day, I would have around 30k. This blows.
7250 at dinner break.
During dinner I decide to mix things up and put on my white euro shoes. Hopefully they will change my luck.
On the way back to the casino I saw her out of the corner of my eye. She was wearing jeans and a jean jacket with just a white sports bra on underneath and her pregnant belly hanging out. I couldn't help myself, I had to get a better look and I involuntarily made eye contact as I did. Shit. Here it comes.
"Boys! Do you have any change to spare? I'm four months pregnant." She said through a dodgy looking set of teeth. There was a cigarette in her hand too. Gavin being the humanitarian that he is, gave a few pounds. As he was digging through his pockets she turned to me and said, "Some bloke just told me I look like a prostitute. Do I look like a prostitute?"
I'm just staring at her mangled grill. She's got like 4 teeth. She stares back at me waiting for an answer. She does indeed look like a cheap prostitute. But she's pregnant.
"Of course not." I respond.
"Can I get a couple of pounds?" She smiles back.
"No. Gotta go." I tell her as Gavin gives her a pound.
That's 2 dollars! That man is too generous.
Back at the casino:
Well, I lied to myself. I said I was going to start folding AQ preflop... I broke my promise. Some how I got all in preflop with AcQc vs the Techno Viking's 99. The flop blanked out but the turn brought a 2nd club. To win I needed an ace, queen, or a club. Whats that? 15 outs? Queen ball on the river and I'm up to 14k. Alright! Go team!
Well 14k doesn't last very long in my hands. I gamble a little bit and I'm back to to 7k. Fucking reraising euros!
I get back up to 10k when I call down the Internet nerd with Ah6h on a As Qs 2s flop.
Then I get pocket fours. Now I have a lot of found memories of these hand. I got my first live quads at Hollywood Park with pocket fours. I won a pretty decent sized online tourney with them too. So I play them hard. For old times sakes.
I raise in late position and seat 6, who's fucking clueless, calls. The flop comes J 3 7. He bets 1k. I call. The turn is a 6. 1500 bet I call. (oh the moron just pulled up to the bar next to me as I write this, hopefully he can read english and realize that he's a douche). The river is a queen. He bets 2500. I put him on AK since the start of this hand and I decide to stick to my read. I call. He doesn't turn over his hand. He looks sheepish. AK is right mofo!
He finally turns over AQ. Fuck me silly.
2775 at break. Only 1 level to the end of the day. Think I'm a 14/1 dog to survive.
With less than 10 big blinds, I ship it in early position with A7. Its folded around to the Techno Viking in the big blind, who I know is going to call with anything. He calls with QJ off. Blank blank blank blank ace! And I double to over 6k. There's some life left in me yet.
The shoes. They are working.
Another orbit or so and I'm on the big blind. In the cut off, Techno Viking raise to 850. The button, who has clearly been tagged a moron, reraises to 3100. Kelly Kim, in the small blind folds. I look down at JJ. Aiyeah. If I have more chips, I can easily fold this. I got 4900 total. No way I can fold. I put it in. Techno Viking folds and the button moron is happy to call the less the minimum raise. I say, "I hope you have tens." I open my jacks. He flips up his hand and I can only see one card. A ten of diamonds. Snap! The other card is the jack of diamonds. WTF?
Techno Viking says that he folded J9. Double WTF? These Euros...
The Flop falls 3 A Q. Fuck. The moron says "Any king will do." The turn is a King. Barf! I'm drawing for a chop. Three outs. I don't know what the river was, it wasn't a ten and I'm already walking away.
So poor.
JDN
Epilogue
This is getting brutal. I can satellite into any tournament I want to but I can't make anything happen in the big tournaments. What am I missing? I guess I've only played 8 major tournaments, not including all the smaller WSOPs, and that sample size is not big enough to draw an accurate conclusion from. My bankroll management is quite pathetic, and dwindling, and I've only cashed once since winning at Ceasars. That was in a BARGE tournament too.
I think I need to take a step away from poker and get lost for a couple of weeks even though the EPT starts tomorrow. Time to regroup.
There will be plenty of poker during October in Vegas at the Bellagio and Ceasars. As well as another Venetian Deep Stack in November.
Maybe I'll find a real job.
On second thought... maybe not.
They wouldn't give me a receipt. WTF? Guess the dealer is going to have to trust me that I'm at the right seat.
Table 13 seat 3
Table draw!
Seat 1: big fucking Viking bastard who's just trying to give all his chips away
Seat 2: random canafian who is also very donational
Seat 3: jdn
Seat 4: random shelia? What do they call women here? Anyway, she's an online qualifier. Bunch of peeps are taking her picture so I would imagine she the only girl to sat in.
Seat 5: random euro with a giant diamond studded watch
Seat 6: random euro
Seat 7: random euro, definitely an Internet nerd
Seat 8: big fucking techno viking
Seat 9: random bloke
Holy shit I got a walk!
Holy shit I got another walk in the next orbit. Of course I had queens.
20,700 at break. Nothing much happens in the first level. At my lowest I was at 18k. Won most of it back preflop.
At break Daniel Negreanu buys me a veggie samosa. Score.
First weird hand of level 2:
Seat 2 is under the gun and makes a standard raise to 600 I call with 55 and the shelia calls. Fuck! That's too many. Here comes a squeeze. I look at seat 5. Here it comes. He raises to 2500. I notice something fishy about his raise. He announces it as he throws in 3 big chips. Odd....
The bloke to my right tanks it for a few minutes. If he calls I'm calling. If he folds I'm folding.
He calls. I do as well and so does the chick! Big pot. 10k plus.
The flop falls 9h 3h 9c. Check check check. Diamond watch guy bets 3500. Seat 2 folds. Wow. This quite a predicament I gotten myself into. He was so fishy to begin with and now he just reeks of carp. If he throws a half size pot bet out, I probably reraise him. The smallish bet throws me off. He very easily could have a A9 or K9. I fold unsure if I had just pasted on a golden opportunity.
The massage girl working on the guy next to me has B.O.
Other weird hand of the level:
Seat 7 raises in early position and I call in the big blind with AQ. The flop falls 6 A 6. I check he bets 1200. I call and check the T on the turn. He checks too. Wha? Does he have AJ or a smaller pair? Confused!
The river comes a Q. I lead out with 2k. After a moment he raises to 7k. Huh? We must have the same hand. No way he's got KJ. I call. He shows 6 4 off. Fuck me.
Then it strikes me, this is why they reraise here with medium strength hands. I've seen several reraise with jacks, tens and I seen a couple with AQ. They've learned that to get the junk hands out they gotta reraise the crazies.
This country baffles me.
I think the qualifier to my left is the stinky one.
8250 at break. Ninja time.
Techno Viking and Internet Nerd are playing some huge hands in the 150/300 level. These guys are out of control.
After the massive Viking in seat 1 busts Kelly Kim, of the November Nine fame, gets moved to our table. I don't plan on watching that final table. I'm going to have way more fun watching the paint dry in my garage.
I have aces twice and kings during the 3rd level and win all of them preflop. Bollocks. I've been folding AJ preflop all day and it seems to be saving me some money. I am now going to apply that rule to AQ. If I had just folded it all day, I would have around 30k. This blows.
7250 at dinner break.
During dinner I decide to mix things up and put on my white euro shoes. Hopefully they will change my luck.
On the way back to the casino I saw her out of the corner of my eye. She was wearing jeans and a jean jacket with just a white sports bra on underneath and her pregnant belly hanging out. I couldn't help myself, I had to get a better look and I involuntarily made eye contact as I did. Shit. Here it comes.
"Boys! Do you have any change to spare? I'm four months pregnant." She said through a dodgy looking set of teeth. There was a cigarette in her hand too. Gavin being the humanitarian that he is, gave a few pounds. As he was digging through his pockets she turned to me and said, "Some bloke just told me I look like a prostitute. Do I look like a prostitute?"
I'm just staring at her mangled grill. She's got like 4 teeth. She stares back at me waiting for an answer. She does indeed look like a cheap prostitute. But she's pregnant.
"Of course not." I respond.
"Can I get a couple of pounds?" She smiles back.
"No. Gotta go." I tell her as Gavin gives her a pound.
That's 2 dollars! That man is too generous.
Back at the casino:
Well, I lied to myself. I said I was going to start folding AQ preflop... I broke my promise. Some how I got all in preflop with AcQc vs the Techno Viking's 99. The flop blanked out but the turn brought a 2nd club. To win I needed an ace, queen, or a club. Whats that? 15 outs? Queen ball on the river and I'm up to 14k. Alright! Go team!
Well 14k doesn't last very long in my hands. I gamble a little bit and I'm back to to 7k. Fucking reraising euros!
I get back up to 10k when I call down the Internet nerd with Ah6h on a As Qs 2s flop.
Then I get pocket fours. Now I have a lot of found memories of these hand. I got my first live quads at Hollywood Park with pocket fours. I won a pretty decent sized online tourney with them too. So I play them hard. For old times sakes.
I raise in late position and seat 6, who's fucking clueless, calls. The flop comes J 3 7. He bets 1k. I call. The turn is a 6. 1500 bet I call. (oh the moron just pulled up to the bar next to me as I write this, hopefully he can read english and realize that he's a douche). The river is a queen. He bets 2500. I put him on AK since the start of this hand and I decide to stick to my read. I call. He doesn't turn over his hand. He looks sheepish. AK is right mofo!
He finally turns over AQ. Fuck me silly.
2775 at break. Only 1 level to the end of the day. Think I'm a 14/1 dog to survive.
With less than 10 big blinds, I ship it in early position with A7. Its folded around to the Techno Viking in the big blind, who I know is going to call with anything. He calls with QJ off. Blank blank blank blank ace! And I double to over 6k. There's some life left in me yet.
The shoes. They are working.
Another orbit or so and I'm on the big blind. In the cut off, Techno Viking raise to 850. The button, who has clearly been tagged a moron, reraises to 3100. Kelly Kim, in the small blind folds. I look down at JJ. Aiyeah. If I have more chips, I can easily fold this. I got 4900 total. No way I can fold. I put it in. Techno Viking folds and the button moron is happy to call the less the minimum raise. I say, "I hope you have tens." I open my jacks. He flips up his hand and I can only see one card. A ten of diamonds. Snap! The other card is the jack of diamonds. WTF?
Techno Viking says that he folded J9. Double WTF? These Euros...
The Flop falls 3 A Q. Fuck. The moron says "Any king will do." The turn is a King. Barf! I'm drawing for a chop. Three outs. I don't know what the river was, it wasn't a ten and I'm already walking away.
So poor.
JDN
Epilogue
This is getting brutal. I can satellite into any tournament I want to but I can't make anything happen in the big tournaments. What am I missing? I guess I've only played 8 major tournaments, not including all the smaller WSOPs, and that sample size is not big enough to draw an accurate conclusion from. My bankroll management is quite pathetic, and dwindling, and I've only cashed once since winning at Ceasars. That was in a BARGE tournament too.
I think I need to take a step away from poker and get lost for a couple of weeks even though the EPT starts tomorrow. Time to regroup.
There will be plenty of poker during October in Vegas at the Bellagio and Ceasars. As well as another Venetian Deep Stack in November.
Maybe I'll find a real job.
On second thought... maybe not.
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
9.03.2008
I busted a Full Tilt Pro
Congratulations! You busted out a Pro, your details are required!
customerservice@fulltiltstore.com Sun, Jul 27, 2008 at 3:10 PM
Reply-To: customerservice@fulltiltstore.com
To: jdn@pokerwtf.com, customerservice@fulltiltstore.com
Hello JDN,
Congratulations! You busted ScottMontgomery in the following tournament:
European Main Event Qualifier
We have credited your Full Tilt Poker account with a bounty prize of $200.00.
In recognition of your achievement, we would like to send you a special T-Shirt. So that we can ensure you receive this prize, please reply to this email and confirm your shipping address and T-Shirt size. T-shirts are available in the following sizes: M, L, XL, XXL, or XXXL.
Remember, Full Tilt Poker offers a bounty for busting any red pro playing in any scheduled real money tournament with 30 players or greater. You can collect a bounty matching the tournament buy-in (not including tournament fee) up to $200.
The current address we have in our records for you is:
JDN
I'm not posting my address here cause the 4 fuckwits that read this are insane.
If you would like the T-Shirt shipped to another address, please note your preferred destination in your reply.
We're happy to have you playing at Full Tilt Poker, and best of luck at the tables!
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JDN Mon, Sep 1, 2008 at 5:55 PM
To: customerservice@fulltiltstore.com
Dear Full Tilt Support Peeps,
Thank you for the free shirt offer. The $200 bounty was pretty damn cool too. But I'm all little confused as to who the hell ScottMontgomery is. Does he really not have a space in his given name? I tried asking him who he was and what was he doing in red. The only response I got from him was, "I'm red? Why am I red? I may have a fever."
Thank goodness that the nurse was at the table. She prescribed a a healthy dosage of fail and I delivered to him in the form of a bust out. Oh snap!
I would like my shirt to read "I Busted a Random Red Noob on FTP and it wasn't a suck out." XL please. I've been bulking up at the gym.
I would also like to get a shirt for my girlfriend (yes I do have one and she doesn't live in Canada). The last time I busted a red noob, I think it was that UFC guy (I kicked his ass), I request a small shirt to fit her petite frame. Unfortunately you sent me a XXXL. What does that mean? Do you think she's overweight? Big boned? I don't think so. She should probably wear a large but I'm not going to tell her that. That would be like trying to take the KFC bowl out of her hand before she's done. The last time I did that I had to sleep on the floor with the dogs for a week.
But I digress. Please send a small shirt that says, "My BF busted a red one and I all I got was this stupid t-shirt."
Thank you and I look forward to receiving my shirts.
JDN
JDN Wed, Sep 3, 2008 at 10:33 PM
To: customerservice@fulltiltstore.com
Ok,
Since I know you guys are slammed (there's like 300 pros on your site, and 75% of them suck @$$(no offense Phil Gordon, but you're just a tall guy that likes to look down at people)) and you're dealing with a lot (A LOT) of bust outs. So I took the initiative and designed the shirts that I want from you. Feel free to add them to your store. Free of charge! I'm cool like that. I'm also a successful poker player and I don't need your peanuts.
Anywho, I look forward to receiving my shirts.
JDN
customerservice@fulltiltstore.com
Reply-To: customerservice@fulltiltstore.com
To: jdn@pokerwtf.com, customerservice@fulltiltstore.com
Hello JDN,
Congratulations! You busted ScottMontgomery in the following tournament:
European Main Event Qualifier
We have credited your Full Tilt Poker account with a bounty prize of $200.00.
In recognition of your achievement, we would like to send you a special T-Shirt. So that we can ensure you receive this prize, please reply to this email and confirm your shipping address and T-Shirt size. T-shirts are available in the following sizes: M, L, XL, XXL, or XXXL.
Remember, Full Tilt Poker offers a bounty for busting any red pro playing in any scheduled real money tournament with 30 players or greater. You can collect a bounty matching the tournament buy-in (not including tournament fee) up to $200.
The current address we have in our records for you is:
JDN
I'm not posting my address here cause the 4 fuckwits that read this are insane.
If you would like the T-Shirt shipped to another address, please note your preferred destination in your reply.
We're happy to have you playing at Full Tilt Poker, and best of luck at the tables!
Sincerely,
Full Tilt Poker
JDN
To: customerservice@fulltiltstore.com
Dear Full Tilt Support Peeps,
Thank you for the free shirt offer. The $200 bounty was pretty damn cool too. But I'm all little confused as to who the hell ScottMontgomery is. Does he really not have a space in his given name? I tried asking him who he was and what was he doing in red. The only response I got from him was, "I'm red? Why am I red? I may have a fever."
Thank goodness that the nurse was at the table. She prescribed a a healthy dosage of fail and I delivered to him in the form of a bust out. Oh snap!
I would like my shirt to read "I Busted a Random Red Noob on FTP and it wasn't a suck out." XL please. I've been bulking up at the gym.
I would also like to get a shirt for my girlfriend (yes I do have one and she doesn't live in Canada). The last time I busted a red noob, I think it was that UFC guy (I kicked his ass), I request a small shirt to fit her petite frame. Unfortunately you sent me a XXXL. What does that mean? Do you think she's overweight? Big boned? I don't think so. She should probably wear a large but I'm not going to tell her that. That would be like trying to take the KFC bowl out of her hand before she's done. The last time I did that I had to sleep on the floor with the dogs for a week.
But I digress. Please send a small shirt that says, "My BF busted a red one and I all I got was this stupid t-shirt."
Thank you and I look forward to receiving my shirts.
JDN
JDN
To: customerservice@fulltiltstore.com
Ok,
Since I know you guys are slammed (there's like 300 pros on your site, and 75% of them suck @$$(no offense Phil Gordon, but you're just a tall guy that likes to look down at people)) and you're dealing with a lot (A LOT) of bust outs. So I took the initiative and designed the shirts that I want from you. Feel free to add them to your store. Free of charge! I'm cool like that. I'm also a successful poker player and I don't need your peanuts.
Anywho, I look forward to receiving my shirts.
JDN
For her.
For him.
We going London! We going London!
Oh snap! I satellited (is that a word?) into the WSOPE main event on FTP recently. So in September I'll have some more material for the 3 people that actually read this blog.
More bad calls coming to you courtesy of JDN.
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Bad teeth, here we come!
More bad calls coming to you courtesy of JDN.
Bad teeth, here we come!
8.24.2008
The Legends of Poker at the Bike Main Event and something about WPT
No funny intros here. Its go time at the Bike. Until I run into Gavin. We chat for a few, catching up on the last few weeks while I miss the first orbit.
Ok! Now its go time!
Table 15 seat 5
Table draw:
Seat 1: the quiet Asian. Definately non-sag
Seat 2: rwg
Seat 3: surfer dude with Patrick Swazye Point Break high lights
Seat 4: rpg
Seat 5: jdn
Seat 6: Kyle "krisqueen or Queenkris" Wilson. A Canadian.
Seat 7: rpg
Seat 8: rag non-sag
Seat 9: Jean-Robert "I was on surviver and I have a French sounding name" Bellande
I make the first break without winning a hand but retain a chip count of 28K. How boring.
Finally win my first pot of the day with an hour left in the 2nd level.
I take 6K from Jean-Robert when I call him down with 99 on a board of 2 2 4 3 4. Up to 34K.
Daniel Negreanu is involved in a heavy flirt session with Amanda Leatherman. Kinda creepy. Does she know that he's Canadian? He's also apparently on the same Olympic team as Ali Nejad. They're both wearing Jamaica jerseys. Daniel has matching head phones and Ali has the matching shoes. I wonder if they do the two man luge. That should be the sequel to Cool Runnings. Aliwood and Kid Poker in the winter Olympics representing Jamaica. Oh the calamity.
I asked Kyle is he was embarrassed that Daniel was a Canadian too and he said, "He's French Canadian. This is expected."
Apparently there was some sort of unknown bounty on Jean-Robert. The RPG in seat 7 just called Bobby's all in of 6500 with A5 off. Bobby has JJ and I know I don't really have to finish the story. Bye bye Jean-Robert.
I smell a shipment of fail on the horizon. Wait for it. Waaaait for it. Ahhh there it is.
Going into the hand I have 40K. Coming out, I got 6K.
With blinds at 75/150 it's limped 3 ways to me in the small blind. I look down at 2 red jacks (my best preflop hand in 3 tourneys) and I raise to 650.
Two callers and the flop falls 6h Qh 8h. I bet 1500 and the sagish rag in seat reraises to 4500. I call. The turn is the Ah. I really like this card (famous last words). It gives me the 2nd nut flush and I don't think he's got Kh. Cause who raises with the 2nd nut flush draw? SAGs that's who.
He bets 8000. I'm thinking he's either got a small flush or a set. Smaller flush makes more sense since he limped preflop. I had also played with him for a couple of hours with the day before in the satellite. So my read was that he was a retarded player. And I still think it's the correct read. Just not on that hand.
So I call the turn bet. The river is some lame card of no consequence. And I check again to him. He stands up. Shakes his head. Does Hollywood thing before moving in. I can't help but call off the 17K and he shows me the KhQs. Bah.
6K going into the 2nd break. I guess that's still 30 big blinds. Short stack ninja time.
At break I get roped into singing "I fucked Erick Lindgren" with 15 other players. We were anchored by The Chainsaw. Very odd.
Jesus was also there, so I heard Jesus say fuck. Awesome. I don't think I've ever heard Chris Ferguson cuss. I was sandwiched between Scott Clements and Danny Wong. Guess it could have been worse.
I guess its for EDog's Bday. It should be on RAWvegas sometime this week. Nothing like the internets keep a 6 month old joke going. Very Niiiice.
In the 3rd level I fold till I see AK. I shove and get called by QQ. No help and I'm out.
At least there's not much traffic on Sundays.
JDN
Ok! Now its go time!
Table 15 seat 5
Table draw:
Seat 1: the quiet Asian. Definately non-sag
Seat 2: rwg
Seat 3: surfer dude with Patrick Swazye Point Break high lights
Seat 4: rpg
Seat 5: jdn
Seat 6: Kyle "krisqueen or Queenkris" Wilson. A Canadian.
Seat 7: rpg
Seat 8: rag non-sag
Seat 9: Jean-Robert "I was on surviver and I have a French sounding name" Bellande
I make the first break without winning a hand but retain a chip count of 28K. How boring.
Finally win my first pot of the day with an hour left in the 2nd level.
I take 6K from Jean-Robert when I call him down with 99 on a board of 2 2 4 3 4. Up to 34K.
Daniel Negreanu is involved in a heavy flirt session with Amanda Leatherman. Kinda creepy. Does she know that he's Canadian? He's also apparently on the same Olympic team as Ali Nejad. They're both wearing Jamaica jerseys. Daniel has matching head phones and Ali has the matching shoes. I wonder if they do the two man luge. That should be the sequel to Cool Runnings. Aliwood and Kid Poker in the winter Olympics representing Jamaica. Oh the calamity.
I asked Kyle is he was embarrassed that Daniel was a Canadian too and he said, "He's French Canadian. This is expected."
Apparently there was some sort of unknown bounty on Jean-Robert. The RPG in seat 7 just called Bobby's all in of 6500 with A5 off. Bobby has JJ and I know I don't really have to finish the story. Bye bye Jean-Robert.
I smell a shipment of fail on the horizon. Wait for it. Waaaait for it. Ahhh there it is.
Going into the hand I have 40K. Coming out, I got 6K.
With blinds at 75/150 it's limped 3 ways to me in the small blind. I look down at 2 red jacks (my best preflop hand in 3 tourneys) and I raise to 650.
Two callers and the flop falls 6h Qh 8h. I bet 1500 and the sagish rag in seat reraises to 4500. I call. The turn is the Ah. I really like this card (famous last words). It gives me the 2nd nut flush and I don't think he's got Kh. Cause who raises with the 2nd nut flush draw? SAGs that's who.
He bets 8000. I'm thinking he's either got a small flush or a set. Smaller flush makes more sense since he limped preflop. I had also played with him for a couple of hours with the day before in the satellite. So my read was that he was a retarded player. And I still think it's the correct read. Just not on that hand.
So I call the turn bet. The river is some lame card of no consequence. And I check again to him. He stands up. Shakes his head. Does Hollywood thing before moving in. I can't help but call off the 17K and he shows me the KhQs. Bah.
6K going into the 2nd break. I guess that's still 30 big blinds. Short stack ninja time.
At break I get roped into singing "I fucked Erick Lindgren" with 15 other players. We were anchored by The Chainsaw. Very odd.
Jesus was also there, so I heard Jesus say fuck. Awesome. I don't think I've ever heard Chris Ferguson cuss. I was sandwiched between Scott Clements and Danny Wong. Guess it could have been worse.
I guess its for EDog's Bday. It should be on RAWvegas sometime this week. Nothing like the internets keep a 6 month old joke going. Very Niiiice.
In the 3rd level I fold till I see AK. I shove and get called by QQ. No help and I'm out.
At least there's not much traffic on Sundays.
JDN
8.20.2008
The Bike $1K
Of course I'm 20 min late driving in from Marina del rey. The 105 can be a bitch. To top off the traffic nicely I can't buy into the tourney because I don't have a bike card.
I walk back to the welcome desk to stand in line and wait for the extremely inefficient process to widdle it's way down to me. Hopefully that will happen before the registration period ends.
Hey! Max "The Italian "arrrrr" Pirate" Pescatori is in line too. I ask him how the parrot is doing and how the war on ninjas is progressing before I reach the counter and the prison admission like process that follows.
Like some kind of reverse gym (where I sit on my ass and drink beer), they take my picture and print it on a card. If feel like I'm getting my mug shot taken and it would have been nice to know that the anti red eye feature was on the camera.
""it's kinda weird..." the lady behind the counter tells me. "all the better."
Table 30 Seat 5
Table draw:
Seat 1: older white guy that I know but can't remember his name
Seat 2: Tony Ma (I was pretty much guaranteed to be at a table with him at some point in this tourney.)
Seat 3: rwg
Seat 4: Max "The Italian "arrrrr" Pirate" Pescatori
Seat 5: jdn
Seat 6: rpg
Seat 7: table break!
Table 10 seat 2
As I get to my table there's a 3 way all in on a 5 3 2 board. Two clubs. Seat 9 opens up jacks, seat 4 shows tens and seat 7 has of all things sevens.
I'm in love with this table already.
Table draw part 2
Seat 1: rwg
Seat 2: jdn
Seat 3: empty
Seat 4: rwg
Seat 5: rowg
Seat 6: rowg
Seat 7: rpg
Seat 9: rwg
Seat 10: crazy lady
I really really love this table. Crazy lady gives me 2k when she fires two bullets, on the turn and river no less, on a 9 2 9 8 6 board. She mucks when I call the 1500 river bet with A8.
A few hands later she ships me 5k when I call her down with AK vs her AQ.
I'm thinking proposing to this table. 14K at first break.
Some where behind me Maria Ho is giving her table an extended 4 hand long lesson in poker manners.
I bust seat 6 when I wake up with KK in the big blind that completely dominates his puny QQ. Haha sucka.
Turns out Seat 1 is from Tunica, Miss. (aka America's asshole) and he's having problems handling his chips. He also doesn't protect his hands. Well neither is half the table. Man I miss playing in LA.
Something smells like feet.
Tunica Boy is wearing flip flops and I'm very pleased when he busts as the rank foot smell follows him out.
22K at 2nd break.
5k. Fuck. This guy sits down in seat 7 that kinds looks like Siad 25 years after he got off the island. He's got a pompus English accent too. It might be fake. Anyway, we play a couple of hands. I win both, one with a set of aces, so I'm not really going at him.
I raise UTG with 33 and he calls in late position. The flop falls A 3 8. I check, he checks. The turn is a 9. I check again and he bets out 1200. I raise to 4200. He takes forever and makes this crying call as the river falls a J putting a possible flush on the board. I check with the intent of flat calling anything. He shoves for 12K more. I guess I call.
He shows the ole' QT off for a straight. Lovely. But I still love this table.
Not long after I flop a set of Jacks against his Kings and get four flushed on the river.
15 min later I'm stuck in traffic on the 105. I love LA.
JDN
I walk back to the welcome desk to stand in line and wait for the extremely inefficient process to widdle it's way down to me. Hopefully that will happen before the registration period ends.
Hey! Max "The Italian "arrrrr" Pirate" Pescatori is in line too. I ask him how the parrot is doing and how the war on ninjas is progressing before I reach the counter and the prison admission like process that follows.
Like some kind of reverse gym (where I sit on my ass and drink beer), they take my picture and print it on a card. If feel like I'm getting my mug shot taken and it would have been nice to know that the anti red eye feature was on the camera.
""it's kinda weird..." the lady behind the counter tells me. "all the better."
Braaaaaaains
Table 30 Seat 5
Table draw:
Seat 1: older white guy that I know but can't remember his name
Seat 2: Tony Ma (I was pretty much guaranteed to be at a table with him at some point in this tourney.)
Seat 3: rwg
Seat 4: Max "The Italian "arrrrr" Pirate" Pescatori
Seat 5: jdn
Seat 6: rpg
Seat 7: table break!
Table 10 seat 2
As I get to my table there's a 3 way all in on a 5 3 2 board. Two clubs. Seat 9 opens up jacks, seat 4 shows tens and seat 7 has of all things sevens.
I'm in love with this table already.
Table draw part 2
Seat 1: rwg
Seat 2: jdn
Seat 3: empty
Seat 4: rwg
Seat 5: rowg
Seat 6: rowg
Seat 7: rpg
Seat 9: rwg
Seat 10: crazy lady
I really really love this table. Crazy lady gives me 2k when she fires two bullets, on the turn and river no less, on a 9 2 9 8 6 board. She mucks when I call the 1500 river bet with A8.
A few hands later she ships me 5k when I call her down with AK vs her AQ.
I'm thinking proposing to this table. 14K at first break.
Some where behind me Maria Ho is giving her table an extended 4 hand long lesson in poker manners.
I bust seat 6 when I wake up with KK in the big blind that completely dominates his puny QQ. Haha sucka.
Turns out Seat 1 is from Tunica, Miss. (aka America's asshole) and he's having problems handling his chips. He also doesn't protect his hands. Well neither is half the table. Man I miss playing in LA.
Something smells like feet.
Tunica Boy is wearing flip flops and I'm very pleased when he busts as the rank foot smell follows him out.
22K at 2nd break.
5k. Fuck. This guy sits down in seat 7 that kinds looks like Siad 25 years after he got off the island. He's got a pompus English accent too. It might be fake. Anyway, we play a couple of hands. I win both, one with a set of aces, so I'm not really going at him.
I raise UTG with 33 and he calls in late position. The flop falls A 3 8. I check, he checks. The turn is a 9. I check again and he bets out 1200. I raise to 4200. He takes forever and makes this crying call as the river falls a J putting a possible flush on the board. I check with the intent of flat calling anything. He shoves for 12K more. I guess I call.
He shows the ole' QT off for a straight. Lovely. But I still love this table.
Not long after I flop a set of Jacks against his Kings and get four flushed on the river.
15 min later I'm stuck in traffic on the 105. I love LA.
JDN
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