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An update on River Belle. I've received a few emails from people with big wins (+$500) off their bonus. Alas, if you didn't jump on it last month, it's too late -- they've finally returned that great signup bonus to what it was previously. Not only did they remove being able to work off the bonus in blackjack (slots only now), but they've decreased the offer by $100. If you'd already signed up, they'll still stick to your old terms and conditions of $10/day for 30 days, and what I'd previously posted will still work.
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More to remind myself, Empire has another quickie reload bonus of 100 percent up to $100 for deposits made between Sept. 4 and 6 with the code PLAYSEP. Thing is, you have to play your 1000 raked hands within three days. Not a problem when you don't have a job.
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The $1000 royals are back at the Station Casinos! For the month of September, anytime you get a royal flush you get $1000. In addition, all in-house bad beat jackpots are doubled to $20,000. The jumbo progressive looks like it'll continue to reset to $200,000.
Excalibur may be continuing double-wheel spins through September, and if this is the case I'll mostly be playing there whenever playing live.
As far as I know, Sunset Station is the only poker room that hands out beepers when you get on their waiting list. I asked the floor at The Palms why they didn't do this (they constantly call people's names throughout the casino; something Sunset doesn't do, and I like them more for it), and they said people would walk with them. They also said their business has been hit since they went nonsmoking. Sam's Town is now nonsmoking, and their business hasn't suffered, but smoke is so ingrained into that casino that you get that nicotine high just breathing. Many locals have moved their puffing and poker playing to Boulder Station.
Similar to Party, Sunset runs an SnG step tournament, and I thought I'd check one out while picking up my free bag cooler.
Steps run Monday-Friday from noon to 6.
Mondays are Step 1, $10+2 for T1000 and another $3 for T200 more. Blinds begin T25/25 and raise every 15 minutes. Top 2 win seats into Step 2 ($50+5).
A decent enough structure. I got there before Monday at 6 p.m. ready to play, but they seem to have a difficult time filling seats. Sat in a 3/6/9 and had many playable hands that went nowhere on the flop.
The best hand I had was one I played the worst. I'm BB with 33, many limpers, and a flop of 3-4-4. I check, and it checks through. Turn is a 10. I bet, two people call. River is a 10. I check-fold when it's bet and then raised. One had K-10, other had A-10.
Awful, awful play. And I know better.
Down $70 while waiting for the tournament, meaning I could've just bought in to Step 2 directly.
Finally the tourney went off a bit after 7.
I began with the button and two people went out before the blinds got to me. Just like Party.
UTG raised 4x the blinds, two limpers, and I go all-in with the first hand I've played -- QQ. UTG calls with 88, another calls with JJ, and guy to my right who said he had pocket 10s folds. None of the four outs shows, and the Hiltons hold up.
After that, I couldn't catch anything. We're down to three with one guy a massive chip leader. Guy to my right is about even stacked, but then he wins two big pots and now they're both even and I'm wasting away.
I make a move with J6s but am called with AK, and I'm out on the bubble.
I know I can win one of these.
Yesterday after picking up my free nature sound machine and buffeting at The Palms, I headed back to Sunset at 6 p.m. Put my name down for Step 2, but two hours later they were still at a half-filled table and it didn't go off.
Played 3/6/9 for a few hours and at one point was up $120 but lost a couple big pots (including KK vs. AA twice) and finally left when 10-3s made a runner flush (me, I was drawing for an open-ended straight, but at least my draw was flopped). Ended with +$33. A win's a win.
I now have over 50 hours for the $250,000 freeroll on Sept. 10.
Just for kicks, I tallied my data from both Palace and Sunset since July 1, when qualifying for the tournament began.
At Palace, I played 23.5 hours and lost $318.
At Sunset, I played 42 hours and lost $522.
Which means I'm paying $840 for this "freeroll." I would need to get 20th place just to break even (11th-20th pays $1000).
As Jim Norton would say, I stink.
It's time to rethink low-limit poker and concentrate on no-limit. (Incidentally, I checked my Excalibur stats since July 1 and put in 35.5 hours and won $631.)
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Back to the weekend recap...
Saturday
Tournament Players Club. One of the reasons for taking advantage of Sahara's free nights was to be close to Summerlin where I was invited to play in a practice run of the tentatively titled World Wide Blackjack Tour, for broadcast next year. Some big investors are behind this thing, with many top blackjack players flying in from all over. They're taking a page from the World Poker Tour and are glitzing it up.
I can't mention specifics, particularly the tournament rules that they've tweaked and are still working on. However, what they've added opens a host of new strategies that will play very well on TV. Even at my table, the new rules made the game even more exciting. My gut reaction is they have a hit on their hands (then again, that same gut told me my pocket Queens were good last night). This is the excitement that the WPT people must have felt before they launched.
Bottled sodas (Diet Coke!) in ice are set out in the hall beneath photos of Howard Hughes and Howard Hughes' golf clubs. Red Bull coolers contain bottled water but no Red Bull. Tease.
Check in at the front and Jessica says in a British accent, "You look really clean." I don't know how to take this, until I see that my "Grubby" name was also on the callsheet. I smile and say, "You should see when I eat," then write "Grubby" on my nametag.
Nine blackjack tables are set up with decks of cards from different casinos. The dealers come from casinos and are familiar with blackjack tournaments. There are no chairs for the players, which will be corrected in the final rounds, but I actually enjoyed playing standing up and crouching down to scrutinize others' stacks. I wonder if not being able to countdown a player's chips is part of the strategy or an oversight.
Looking around at the competition, the announcer says that if this were a real tournament, he'd be "scared shitless."
Not one for the public eye, I try to avoid the camera crew that roams the room, interviewing players.
Everyone seems to know each other, having played in tournaments together. Me, I know no one. I recognize a few names as blackjack authors and players, but no one's face is familiar. Someone wears a nametag that says "Monk," a girl walks around called "Moneytaker."
As part of the country club rules, we couldn't wear jeans or sneakers, but other than that we were encouraged to be creative. They're on the hunt for personalities, not math whizzes, they said. Some had on sunglasses (cue poker, they've added an element of bluffing to the game). I wore what I call my bowling shirt, along with gray socks and black dress shoes. That's the extent of my style.
Once the tourney began, I held my own and felt respect as I placed my bets dependent on others' stacks. Much like poker, tournaments in blackjack are all about position and bet amounts. Also like poker where it might be conducive to play outside premium hands, in a blackjack tournament there may be cause for splitting 10s, doubling-down on cards above 11 or blackjacks, and surrendering.
This is why I think a casino or online casino should sponsor the Tour. If this gets popular, it will only make blackjack more profitable for the casino when players deviate from basic strategy.
There was no buy-in for this practice tournament, but they offered prizes for the top two -- first place was $12,000 and second place was $8,000.
I bubble out on the first table. I'd go more into the hand, but it involves one of the rules they've altered. Suffice to say, it does come down to more luck than poker. You are, after all, still relying on a good hand from and against the dealer.
As far as I'm concerned, the entire room contains nothing but lucky people, because how can you consistently win in blackjack?
The next practice run is in Los Angeles next month. I may attend, this time in red socks.
Rather than watch the tournament to the end, where they had a catered dinner, I decide to head back to Sahara and try to make the murder mystery. I haven't seen a play since Los Angeles, and even a bad one might do me some good.
Palace Station. Pick up my free large salad bowl. As I pass by the poker room, I mutter curses under my breath as the progressive jackpot had hit (at Sunset Station again). There were so few people at the time, that after the $20K/$35K split for the beat hands, every player received $2040! One of the bloggers happened to be playing when it hit, but he hasn't yet mentioned it in his blog so I won't spoil who it was. But way to go, Mr. S.! At least they reset the progressive to $200K again (rather than the $100K).
Sahara. Make it to the murder mystery, load up on Capt&Cokes, and prepare for the worst. To be fair, it isn't that bad. The actors give it their all, and it's pretty fun. Still community theater level, but fun.
I get into the mystery aspect of it, throwing out questions and observations. They make it easy by leading you toward hints and questions to ask that are found beneath the table centerpiece. I first suspected one person and when I see him walk away with a bottle of the victim's Jack Daniels, I assumed he'd been poisoned. Questioning the suspect to the whereabouts of said Jack Daniels, he said, "Good idea, wrong track."
And they had another rule: everyone had to tell the truth, except the killer. Knowing this, it's easy to narrow down who the killer is -- a direct question such as, "Did you kill him?" was enough, and the killer would simply avoid the question. A bit tougher was getting at the method and motive, and I figure it out but am not one of the five winning entries that are drawn and given $250 and a t-shirt.
Doing this kind of investigating reminded me of playing Infocom's murder mystery text adventure game "Deadline" (and later, "Witness" and "Suspect"). You sometimes had to be at the right place at the right time, but if you stuck around long enough and asked characters about other characters, you eventually had a sense of the overall picture. "Deadline," however, was difficult enough that I was exhilarated once solving it. That would go for any of Infocom's games, where I learned to type by playing "Zork."
The dinner buffet includes venison, which I'd never had before. They're cut in little pieces, and for all I know it could be monkey brains. Once I get my head around eating Bambi, it's pretty tasty.
Interesting that we have words for eating animals -- cow is beef, calf is veal, pig is pork, deer is venison, yet chicken is chicken. I guess "fowl" just never caught on.
While in the buffet line, I get a call from Carla and I tell her I'm in a murder mystery but the murder hasn't happened yet and for all I know it could be death by food poisoning. I say it loud enough to get a reaction from the other people in the line, but they are unamused. We make plans to hook up for poker afterwards.
At my table sat Gloria who designs lamps for hotel guest rooms, including the new Redrock Station casino.
People talk about MGM and Harrah's running all of Vegas, but a good investment would be in the Station Casinos. They're quietly sitting on a ton of property in Vegas, they've captured all of the local market, and not only do they run the Stations but many smaller casinos as well. In 10, 20 years, don't be surprised if the Stations sneak up and put a bid in for the underperforming casinos that MGM/Harrah's hasn't bought out yet and then quietly take over.
Gloria and her friend seemed just there for the food. When it came time to question the suspects, I was volunteered to ask the questions. Yet it wasn't a per-table team effort, we were all in this for ourselves.
The Orleans. Meet Carla and sit at her NL table. Pleased to see she puts in some solid play with position bets and strong folds, and it'll be fun hanging out with her at the poker rooms. This big burly dude in the 10seat had it in for her, constantly calling her raises and drawing out on her.
One hand I had K9s, which I fold to Carla's raise. Flop is K-J-10. I feel good about my fold as Carla and the 10seat go at it. Turn is a K. River is a 9, which she check-folds to the guy's all-in bet. He says good fold, he was setting a trap. But as he didn't show his cards and knowing what cards he did play, I doubt he had anything but a Queen draw. I later ask Carla if she had a King, and she says yes. My guess was AK.
Excalibur. Carla and I head to the Castle, which she'd never been to before. We sit in separate NL games. Mine has a donator who's constantly going all-in and rebuying. Unfortunately, he's three to my left and two to my left are players with $1000 and $600 in front of them.
One hand is raised UTG. I have AKo and call. I seldom 3bet with AK, one of my weaknesses. Flop is A-K-x. Bettor throws out $50 and I call, intending to raise the turn. Turn is A. He bets $100 and I think a bit. I know my hand is good, but I'm hoping I lose so that we win the bad beat jackpot which is at $4500 (considerably less than the Stations', but I'll take it). I raise him all-in, and as soon as he calls I figure we have the same hand. We do, and we chop, losing money to the rake, drop, and tip.
Unlike The Orleans, Excalibur lets me see many flops for cheap. Most of my hands hold up, including pocket Aces, which I'm glad about because the wheel spin -- even doubled -- wouldn't compensate losing with pocket Aces in a no-limit game.
Sunday
Fiesta Rancho. This was my second reason for staying at Sahara.
Every month, Fiesta Rancho (North Las Vegas, next to Texas Station) runs a $50 buy-in tournament with a guaranteed $5000 pool and guaranteed $3000 first prize. Only top 3 pay, and 4th through 10th get dopey prizes like gift certificates to their restaurants and Fiesta apparel suitable for washing your car.
But there's no fee, and all the money is returned to the players. Plus every signup receives a t-shirt and a $10 voucher for next month's tourney.
Eleven-handed tables are squished into the bar and outside. Many alternates, for 120 total people. Before the first orbit, three people go out and are immediately replaced with an alternate.
Our dealer is new, makes plenty of mistakes, and is so slow that the blinds go up every orbit. Beginning at T25/50 and starting with T1000 didn't give much room to work with. Particularly when blinds jump from T200/400 to T500/1000.
I build up a good stack pushing with AK, AQ, QQ, and K10s. Of course, K10 is the only hand that's called, but I flop an open-ended straight flush and win with a straight.
Then I get QQ in the cut-off and raise 4x. BB raises all-in. Another caller also goes all-in.
I cover both and get T350 back.
I'm up against AJ and A6. I'll take it.
Flop is Q-K-J (K and Q are ).
Turn and river are s.
AJ wins with J and says he thought he was good since I'd raised before with K10.
He later felt incredibly guilty about the hand, because he kept apologizing.
Manage to double up twice, but hard to work with T350, and I'm out after another orbit in about 28th place.
I eat McDonald's and order the ranch BLT combo. Then realize after I paid, their display included coupons for it.
Heading out, I spot a brand new Men in Black slot machine called Men in Black: Galactic Payback, making it the third one in the series and having more sequels than the movies. It isn't as fun or as advanced as the first two, but I play anyway.
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Monday, August 29, 2005
Venison at the Sahara, part I
Quick precis of the weekend: cut casino coupons, played two tournaments, raped again by NL, tilted and relapsed into slots and blackjack, played blackjack with the pros, solved a murder, ate venison, the makings of a new poker partner.
Long version follows.
Friday
The Orleans. Pick up my free $5. Stomach is rumbling but the line is triple deep to the French Market buffet (dinner approaching at 4 p.m.), so move along. Holding a $5 off coupon to the other restaurants, but want something fast. Well, cheap and fast.
The Palms. Park next to Jill Ann's poker humvee in the garage. Consider slapping a magnetic bumper sticker that says "PROUD TO BE GAY" that I keep in my car for opportune moments, but figured I'd save it for Phil Gordon.
No line for the cash giveaway. Show my ID, turn in the flier, and reach into an election-type box and remove a green envelope. Inside is anywhere from $5 to $1500. Mine is $10. Something abuzz with "Celebrity Poker" in The Lounge, but stomach needs to be attended to.
Walk to the Fantasy Market buffet. Able to use my points to pay for it, that would define cheap and fast. Begrudgingly use twice as many points as usual, because unbeknownst to me, Fridays are prime rib and crab leg night. I'm forced to eat crab legs. On principle. I like crab legs but I don't like working for it. I wouldn't make a good fisherman. I forget what grubette taught me as the proper way of getting the meat out of the shell, though I'm able to remove the spine-cartilage thingy. Their prime rib isn't ready yet. I'd stay and wait for it, but time is coupons. Plus the plan tonight is to play in the Sahara evening tourney ($60). I make sure to eat $60 worth of food to break even ahead of time.
Huge backup going south. Fortunately I'm headed north. Later found out earlier this morning, a cabbie had driven a UNLV student, had a scuffle which caused her to leave the cab on the I-15, and walked a few steps before being struck dead by multiple cars, including a dump truck and police car. This afternoon, however, the backup is because of a hydraulic spill.
Lesson learned: don't walk on the freeway if you want to choose between cremation and burial.
Palace Station. My two usual Carnival of Mystery slot machines are taken up so search for a new one. Play my $7 freeplay and come out $1.50 ahead. Sometimes I step back, look at the big picture, and question why I'm collecting these few bucks and picking up gift trinkets here and there and wonder whether it's worth it. Of course it isn't, but boy do I enjoy rolling the casinos with their own promos, no matter how small.
Traffic is so bad it takes half an hour to go to Sahara. No wonder I usually drive around at night.
Sahara. Check in for two free nights because it's a central location to where I'm going this weekend, and I hate North Vegas traffic. Use the murder mystery weekend package, though will skip the murder mystery part and just use the offer for their room. Which does not contain a pillowtop. Shower and head downstairs to the poker room, ten minutes before the tournament. On the way, swipe my card to see if I won up to a million dollars. I didn't.
The 7 p.m. tournament contains a field of 154 people on 14 tables scrunched 11-handed. Buy-in is $40 plus a practically forced $2 dealer tip/add-on cost for T2000 chips. Rebuy is $20 for another T2000. Blinds start T25/25. A good structure. Guy at the table says there's a stripper convention going on at Mandalay this weekend. Why didn't I hear about this?
After the first hour, sub sandwiches are set out in the back area for all the poker players (a hint if you want free food at 8ish every night). I partake despite a stomach full of $60 worth of Palms buffet food.
A scuffle during the break ensues. Security is called. More security arrives. Two players are escorted out of the poker room, then re-enter. Break is prolonged. Never find out the reason, but Rita, a friendly dealer from Oregon, assumed it was ID checking. She said she dealt one tournament to a kid who was winning, and after several authorities carded him, they figured it was a fake. He turned out to be 11 years old. She also talked about a rockin' NL game from the previous night. When one person left the table for a break, another player next to him scooped up his rack into his and cashed out. He may not have been caught... until he entered that evening's tournament.
I'm a victim of not getting cards, and the blinds rise too high before the second break. By the time I move tables, I'm less than 10x the blinds and don't last much longer.
Stratosphere. Walk to Strat and sign up to their player's club. Cute girl says, "Because you're a local and because it's so damn hot, I'm giving you this." It isn't her phone number but a car visor adorned with Strat logos. I appreciated her comment, but knew in advance that all new signups to Strat receive car visors, which is the reason I'm there. Run a few bucks through the Cash for Life slot machine, just to let Strat know I exist. Their poker room is full, so move along.
Sahara. Happy to see two women at the final table. A crowd watching, I go back to the room and watch a "South Park" episode I'd downloaded (the one about Wal-Mart). Listen to music. Transfer MP3s to MP3 player. Feel like playing poker, go downstairs.
Poker room is nonsmoking, but barely. Tables butt up against the rail, where people freely blow smoke into the poker room. At least Excalibur put signs on their rail requesting no smoking.
The 11 p.m. tourney is at its final table. Put my name on the only NL table running. First name down, squeeze in.
Surprised that it's a 100 min/500 max game. A mix of tourists and locals. And a wild game.
Table's deep-stacked with no one under $500 except the seat that's now empty for me. I go for $500.
Tread water for the first hour, win a few small pots. One I bet on the river and am raised. I reraise and he folds. Hear him tell someone, "Had to see where he was."
The type of game where weakness is pounced on. Also the type where traps can be set.
And then The Hand. Aggressive, loud guy who's drinking and goading everyone raises his standard $50. I reraise to $200. He pushes his whole stack, which covers me. I feel like it's a test, that everyone is watching to see what I'll do so they know how to play me in future hands. He says, "Ace-King no good." I call. I have AA, he has AKo. Preflop. He wins without another King and without a 10 on the board.
I feel sick.
Rebuy. Same guy steals many pots with his overbets. Don't know if he's good or reckless. Try not to let his patter get to me, but it does. Hands pass. Rarely are flops seen without a raise. One hand is actually checked on flop (aggressive guy folded preflop). Turn gives me a flush draw, I bet and two callers. River gives me nothing. I bet half the pot and take it down.
I feel I'm getting respect, but that's not necessarily a good thing.
Then Another Hand. Up against same guy, who's now drunker or maybe it's an act. Same as before. He raises, I reraise. This time he just calls. I have QQ, think just desserts or revenge is sweet or one of those sayings. I watch his eyes as the cards flop 10-9-7 (two suited). I can't get a read. But instinct says he has overcards and I'm good. I push, not wanting any draws or overcards to appear. He thinks, and the longer he thinks, the more I think I'm good. But he calls. He doesn't have to draw, he has KK. Gotta work on that instinct.
He says an obnoxious "See ya!" while stacking his chips. I don't bother to shake his hand or say "good hand," I just head straight out down the casino walk of shame.
Notice Fort Knox bank of slots has Carnival of Mystery. Play that for an hour to calm down. Hit nothing. Girl sits to my left at Aztec Temple and immediately hits the bonus. I cash out, move to Aztec Temple and get 10 free spins occasionally but nothing develops. Since there, the Fort Knox bottom bonus built from $10 to $28, mostly on my money because only people who play are those who hit-and-run for $5. Figured I could at least win $28 back. Then guy sits at Cleopatra and his first spin he gets the Fort Knox bonus. He's excited, checks the paytable, and tells his girlfriend, "I know I have at least $28." I cash out, fucking pissed. Lose $240 on the machine.
Sit at blackjack, realize I'm tilting, going back to bad games. But also want to play some before the blackjack tournament tomorrow. Buy-in for my usual. I don't have a winner's attitude. And it's apparent when I lose the first six hands in a row. Lily the no-bust (blackjack, that is) dealer shakes her head in sympathy as she pulls for me.
Rebuy. Tie the next hand. Then win two. Not in a row. Other players get a blackjack each round. Run into a horrid, even worse losing streak. How does anyone win in this game? Dealer gets blackjack three times in a row. Shuffles. First hand out of the shuffle is a blackjack. For her. I leave, not needing to color up.
Casinos should hire me, I'm a walking Cooler.
Stop by The Grind cafe and pick up an apple juice ($3.49) and bacon & cheese & egg croissant ($4.75). Two girls wearing identical clothes come in. Both wear jeans with the right leg cut off. On the left leg are the words in black magic marker: "Bootylicious."
Scarf down the food, then head to the room and hook up the high-speed Internet. $11.99 per day, $1 more than other Strip hotels.
Play online. Lose.
Completely forget about signing up to one of Paradise's FreeMillion qualifiers.
Stay up through mid-morning to play in PokerRoom's $6000 freeroll that I qualified for, but their site is messed up and doesn't allow anyone to register.
Miserable. Spent the past couple weeks rebuilding my bankroll, and then lose it all in the span of a few hours.
Feel like getting high, getting drunk, getting into a fight, giving up poker.
Instead go to sleep.
(To be continued...)
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Friday, August 26, 2005
The virtues of patience
With Harrah's purchase of Imperial Palace, you may be confused as to who owns what in Vegas. This handy guide will show your way around the conglomerates. Suitable for framing!
Though my blackjack days are over, I feel the need to pay some last respects to the IP dealertainers before the inevitable imperial imploding. I still haven't played their poker room; I plan to do that soon for at least a dozen hours, which at $3/hour comp dollars, will be enough for their poolside Hawaiian luau (including island buffet) on Tuesdays and Thursdays until the end of September -- and after Harrah's takeover, possibly forever.
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If you've signed up to casino players' clubs and have played on their card, you'll more than likely get some additional offers on your birthday.
Mine is next month (where does the time go), and I received a letter in the mail for three free nights at The Plaza or Vegas Club along with a dinner party, presumably amongst all the other September babies.
Although I like downtown and would take this just to play three days of Binion's tournaments and eat three days of shrimp cocktail... here's hoping I get another offer.
Most of the offers I get are geared specifically to me, but here's one that other people have had success using. If you're planning a trip to Vegas between now and Dec. 1 and you've played at Aladdin using their player's card, you can get a room Sunday-Thursday for $49 per night (excluding holidays). This rate also includes two breakfast buffets, two tickets to the V Theater, two spa passes, and $50 in slot or table play. Phone is 877-333-9474 and promotion code is CPLY7B.
You'll want to register at Aladdin before the year's up anyway; I suspect once they turn into Planet Hollywood next year, they'll offer free rooms to their Aladdin roster just to promote and retain players.
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After a hearty buffet (roast beef was nice and bloody, corn and the cobs were nice and buttery) at Palace Station yesterday, I picked up my mystery cash at Sunset Station. Everyone draws a ticket from a hat, no peeking. If you pick the spin-the-wheel ticket, you get to spin an Excalibur-ish wheel to win $1000. I desperately want to spin Sunset's wheel because I have a crush on Lola the MILF emcee, and I would give her a hug no matter what the wheel landed on.
But like previous mystery cash days, I picked a ticket that said $3 (the minimum cash award), which meant I didn't get to share the pedestal with Lola. But it still made me happy because I traded my three-spot in for a big Ben & Jerry's scoop of Gobfather (chocolate nougat and fudge-covered almonds).
Noticed some new George Lopez slot machines next to the Andre Agassi machines. Is George Lopez really deserving of his own slot machine? Maybe a Ben & Jerry's flavor, but a whole slot machine? Didn't see anyone playing, and I didn't try it out.
The ice cream made me thirsty, so I sat at the bar playing a rather loose Deuces Wild for free Red Bulls. Dropped only $5 and $2 in tip, which would be about what I'd pay for two Red Bulls anyway.
A girl sat next to me and ordered a vodka tonic. Couldn't tell whether she was a hooker; if she was, she needs to work on her salesmanship. Or maybe I need to work on betting more than a quarter a pull.
Then went to real poker, where the bad beat progressive is now $277,666 with quad 5s beaten.
Sat in a raucous 3/6/9 game and was down a rack fairly quickly. Instead of going into the hands, here are some comments people told me as they showed their winner:
"Gotcha on the river" "Sorry 'bout that" "I was due" "I got lucky" "It's my favorite hand" "Pot odds" "You're gonna hate this" "I was almost all-in"
In each case, I didn't show my hand if I didn't have to (especially pocket Aces -- wish I were at Excalibur). I didn't say good hand, I just nodded and tried to be polite and good-natured and as genuine as possible. So many people who get bad beats throw in a sarcastic comment or roll their eyes, which only serves to make the winner uncomfortable. As bad as the beats are, I don't want the fishy players to leave.
I notice the players who win this way are the ones who whine the loudest when they themselves get sucked out. When I see a couple racks in front of them, inevitably their chasing runs them to the felt. My first hope is that they don't rack up and leave (like one person did who kept rivering everyone, then the instant it happened to him, he left in a huff). My second hope is they don't give someone else their chips when they lose.
So it was a good table, despite my getting slapped around. I took comfort in the fact that I'm still somewhat sick, and my handling the chips would pass to my opponents and hopefully also pass along my sickness. I watched with evil glee as they'd stack my chips, then touch their faces with their hands.
I was into my second rack and three hours had passed without winning a single hand. The only pot I won was chopped.
I'm down to $40 and think about clocking out. I'm playing at the Stations to get my 50 hours to qualify for the $250,000 freeroll, as well as marking time waiting for the jackpot. But since bleeding through three racks in 11 hours at a crazy 4/8 game at Palace a few weeks ago, I decided to limit myself to two buy-ins, then go home no matter what.
Here, I decided to play through the $40 or until midnight came (when the room turns smoking), whichever came first.
I had an hour left to get on variance's good side.
And miraculously, luckily, or just as a result of patience, I recovered my entire two racks plus $50 within three orbits.
For a change, here are those good beat hands:
In the unraised BB, I get Q4o. Flop is Q-4-x. Turn is 4. I flat call a bet from SB. Then lead out after the turn when SB checks (I was about to check-raise, when I noticed a caller after me was about to fold).
In MP and three limpers, I gimp along with 56s. Flop is 3-4-7. One bettor in front of me, one caller behind me. My raises were getting respect, so I flat call the flop (8) and turn (Q, down to two other players) and am about to raise the river, when the bettor checks. I bet, they fold.
In the unraised BB, I get J8o. Board is J-9-7-Q-A. I lead out the whole way, surprised no one had an Ace.
UTG, I raise with AQo. Board is an odd reversal of the above hand: A-Q-J-7-9. A bet into me, I raise and bet the rest of the way. He folds on the river. I muck and fib that I had A-7. He says he had J5s.
In MP, I flat call a raise with KK, then raise when no Ace flops. I chicken out and check the river when a straight possibility develops. Raiser had JJ. Poorly played, I should've 3bet preflop and should've value bet the river.
$50 over four hours isn't a bad hourly rate, one I'd be perfectly satisfied with at 3/6/9.
Too bad these hands couldn't have happened within the first hour. But beggars can't be bad beaters.
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Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Pizza with Raki
Gads, I'm sick. (By the way, I neglected to mention what my tourney opponent had from the previous post -- he showed AJ for a runner boat. Thanks for pointing it out, Jerry, and letting me relive my pain.)
Started feeling a sore throat coming on Monday. Thinking back to anyone I might've been sitting next to who was hacking away, I couldn't come up with a culprit, so it must be an immaculate conception cold that I can inflict on people who suck out.
Loaded up on the NyQuil and will get lots of sleep. May even skip going to Sahara to get my free set of dishes (picking up these free things is the impetus to get out of the house to play poker, but I don't feel up for sitting upright at a poker table). I need to get better by Saturday, where I'll be playing a practice run of the tentatively titled Worldwide Blackjack Tour. A group of people are taking a page from the World Poker Tour and have high hopes beginning 2006 to televise a WBT that would gather the top blackjack tournament players in different locations of the world.
You may wonder what I'm doing in this group. I'm wondering the same thing. But then you see that there's a free dinner buffet, and now you know. Plus 1st and 2nd place prizes are a one-year lease to a Porsche Boxster or BMW convertible. A bit of a step up from my beat-up blue car.
Probably shouldn't have gone out last night, but how can I turn down a pizza & poker party... especially when I end up being the only guy there?
Jenna's been trying to introduce me to her friend Carla (who's obsessed with poker), and when Carla decided to throw a pizza & poker party last night, I was invited.
Jenna first called while I was playing a NL game online. I'm unable to chew gum and walk at the same time, so I was barely listening to what she said. I had pocket Aces, someone raised behind preflop, I pushed, and he called with J7s and ended up hitting a straight. I called her back and asked what I committed to, and fortunately it was just pizza and poker.
Before going to Carla's, stopped at Sunset Station to pick up a mystery grab bag gift, essentially gifts that they had an abundance of from previous gift giveaways. I chose the wooden banana holder that I'd missed a couple months ago. Then played my $20 freeplay on Carnival of Mystery. There's a specific machine I head to that's near Quizno's, and mamagrub and I have always won on that machine... but only if hitting the bonus. This time I got nada, not even the bonus. Cashed out with $4.05 of that $20. A banana holder and $4.05: a trip worth the cost of gas? Probably not.
Then headed to The Palms to pick up my free gift of a travel mug set. It looked pretty good, worthy of re-gifting to an unsuspecting relative: two mugs, a thermos, and a carrying case. They handed them out at The Lounge and the line was almost to the sportsbook. By the time I reached the poker room, they said they were all out of travel mugs but were giving out backpacks instead. What a bait and switch! I left in a huff, never to return again. Well, not really. I would've stayed in line for the backpack but it was getting late and I still didn't have directions to Carla's place. (Next Tuesday, you can bet I'll be there early to make sure they don't run out of nature sound machines.)
Whenever I'd had home games with the guys, we'd always ordered pizzas.
These gals, they made pizzas. They prepped with handmaking each of the crusts. Bowls were set out with labels identifying each topping for us to make our own pizza.
I painted olive oil on mine, added basil and sauce, coated it with mozzarella and parmesan, then added sausage, pepperoni, mushrooms, chicken, red and green peppers, and tomatoes. Added more cheese, and into the oven it went.
It turned out to be more a mound of ingredients, but it still tasted good. You can't go wrong with pizza.
Appetizers while waiting were chips & salsa and strawberries & cream.
After the pizza, we hunkered down to the no-limit hold'em tournament with Carla's monogrammed chips that she got from The Gambler's Store. Jenna said we could play in teams. Team Texas Hold'em? Carla and I looked at her funny.
A few hadn't played poker before, and most hadn't played a tournament. The handranking card was frequently passed around.
When first playing poker with the guys for fun, I could never remember whether a straight beat a flush or vice-versa. I told them my little memory device I used to review before each game. It was basically a visual of a house that had eaten so much that it had to flush straight down the toilet. House flushes a straight. A full house beats a flush beats a straight. I could then figure out the other hands.
Buy-in was $5. Many beats, many bluffs, and we were down to four.
Being a school day, some had to get up at 6 a.m. so we decided to end the tournament once we got down to three people.
At four people remaining and blinds at T50/100, I'm in the BB with 56o.
I get to see a free flop of 3-4-8.
Checks to me and I go all-in.
Lisa says, "I think you're bluffing" and calls me with 10-5, which ends up knocking me out on the bubble. As if 10 high wasn't enough to be beaten with, the poker gods rub it in by putting a 5 on the turn and a 10 on the river.
After the tourney, a few of us hung out at the neighborhood pool chatting under the midnight moon. That's when things became silly. We were talking about the phrase (not the Alan Ball show) "six feet under" and Angela's from Germany and didn't understand. "Six feet under what?" she said. I said there are all sorts of weird idioms in the English language. Angela nodded and said, "Apeshit."
The conversation got to Raki (therapeutic touch healing) and one of the girls told how her Raki Master opened her Chakra crown so that she could do it, too. She said she felt all warm inside. I said whenever I feel warm inside, I fall asleep right after. Well, it was funnier in context.
A great time overall, and it was a breath of fresh air fun meeting a bunch of new people who aren't gamblers like me.
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Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Return of the Bonus Hunter
Rebuilding a bankroll, I've taken to working off bonuses online and will be doing so for the next few weeks.
Before, these weren't worth going out of your way for, but they do wonders in keeping disciplined in low-limit land.
First, I'm playing any freeroll I can find, minimizing that window to a corner, and only paying attention when it gets down to the final few tables. Anything under $500 probably isn't worth the time and effort. Some good ones -- Intertops has a $2005 freeroll coming up on Aug. 26. Paradise offers a $1M freeroll this Saturday, which you win entry into by playing a free satellite. Party offers little-known $2500 freerolls every day at 6:50 p.m. EST that don't even cost any Party points, but you have to keep refreshing the tourney screen because they don't post in advance and the minute they do (hint: check around 6 p.m.), it's filled up. All of these you can enter without having deposited a penny nor played a single hand.
Zipped through the Empire reload bonus (100 percent up to $100 using PLAYAUG, expires tomorrow) in record time. Even at a relatively high 10x, these bonuses are the easiest to clear. I'm amazed Party & Co. still haven't changed their bonus clearing requirements, because any raked hand counts. You can take full advantage of this with relatively little risk by playing tight in the soft 25NL 6max game (where rakes of 10 cents are common).
The rest of this week I'm playing at empty Noble, mostly for their SnG promo because I can't find a game going long enough to attempt earning enough crowns to clear any of my first deposit bonus. Plus there's no easy way to find out exactly how many crowns I have (they email you once a week to let you know).
I'm playing all of their promo SnGs and have so far won only two in a row. I don't think seven in a row (for the $1M prize) is statistically possible, which I'm sure is the reason they're offering it. Plus you pay extra juice each time you play a jackpot SnG.
I thought these SnGs would be more difficult than Party, but the opposite is true and with all the all-ins, luck is more of a factor. I also wonder how many people are colluding in this game to create one winner, then split the million evenly.
After a few more shots, I'll probably bail on Noble.
Next week I'll begin PokerRoom's reload of 20 percent up to $200 (VENDOR, expires Aug. 29), which will go much slower than Empire, despite it being 7x. At least tourney fees count toward points.
I'm breaking up this bonus clearing into three weeks, because the 1400 points I need to earn will also buy me into the player point freerolls they have every Wednesday ($3000 freeroll for 150 points) and Saturday ($6000 freeroll for 500 points). What's great about these freerolls is that points aren't deducted, so by the end of three weeks, I'll have the $200, the full 1400 points, two $6K freerolls, and three $3K freerolls.
And now PokerRoom is finally doing something useful with their points. Last month they gave you $10 in bonus money for every 500 points, but you still had to work it off 5x before the money was credited. Working it off, you just ended up rebuilding points again.
Now you can use your points to purchase tournament tickets... including SnGs! Though the value is half that of the $10/500 point offer, you don't have to work it off.
I'm excited about this and will bleed off the rest of my points in qualifiers. I've had success winning qualifiers into their $300+20 game and hope to eventually cash. Players seem different from Party, in that raises are more respected and a semi-bluff is enough to get them to fold.
PokerRoom also awards bonus money to any royal flush, no showdown necessary. The bonus is 100BB of whatever limit you're playing. It's been quite awhile since I've seen what a royal flush looks like, but it's better than nothing. And not even a jackpot drop. (For a couple months, the Station Casinos were awarding $1000 to any royal.)
I won't say anything about the blackjack and other casino games they also run, but playing those will also build up points (which is the reason I have so many points to begin with).
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O'er in live play, I'll probably return to Luxor at some point to build 15 hours for their weekly chopped freeroll.
Jokers' Wild in Henderson offers $599 per month for 126 hours of play, which I may also look into beginning next month, particularly between 11 a.m. and 1 p.m., when hours are doubled.
The Station Casinos' bad beat jackpot is back up to $255K, and I've made Sunset and Palace my home lately. Seats are still easy to find, unlike last time when it climbed this high. It's now at quad 5s beaten, and I still think it's a couple weeks or so away, but there's a good buzz in the air, similar to being at work and hearing about an upcoming snowstorm.
The East Coast bonds over snow-induced purchases of milk and toilet paper; Las Vegas bonds over playing any two suited for progressive jackpots.
I'd prefer playing at Excalibur for the double wheel spins, but I need 50 hours at the Stations to play in their $250,000 freeroll next month. Over 2000 people will be playing and judging from the level of play in cash games, anyone with tournament experience should do well (and if not, $40 is given to everyone knocked out the first day). Unfortunately for me, it alternates between Hold'em and Omaha High... worse, it's all limit.
Time to bone up on Omaha and limit tournaments. I'll be ahead of the game if I can just remember four cards instead of two. Next week I'll try my hand at the Omaha table, which is full of sharky locals just waiting to pounce on the wide-eyed newbie that dares look at his cards more than once.
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While still at Silverton, I brought my laptop and found a couple wireless connections. One was $10.99 from the hotel and the other was $5.99 from the RV park nearby. Both were daily, but the RV's signal was weaker, so I splurged the extra $5 and skipped dessert.
Played online poker on the king-sized pillowtop eating barbecue kettle chips and listening to Kool and the Gang from outside.
Stayed up past sunrise watching doomed22222 win the Party $200K guaranteed for $54K and change. At one point at the final table he was lowest chipstack, raised half his stack (with KJ, he said), then folded when someone else pushed. A hand later, another person dropped, so that fold gained him an extra $5000.
The amount of railbirds chatting is unbelievable, and they all seem to want money. One asked if doomed won, would he transfer him $200 to play in another tournament. The amounts they beg for begin at $5 and increase the higher the prizes.
Inspired enough watching and stuck with insomnia at the hotel (air conditioning was full-blast), I played a 24+2 SnG qualifier to the $350K guaranteed.
I play these occasionally and really should be playing more often. Players are worse than regular SnGs, and if you sit tight you can easily make it to 5-handed and then start playing for real. First place wins a seat into the 350K and second place gets your money back minus a buck.
I won without getting any hands above AK, but most of them held up. Wish regular SnGs could be this easy.
Then played the 350K, which capped out at a whopping $500K pool with 1st place receiving $105K. Not having played the $1M, this marks the largest money tourney I've been in.
doomed22222 was there along with all his new fans chatting congratulations on his win the previous night.
I had his table open and my goal was to keep pace with him. For the first couple hours I was ahead and hovering at or above average.
Then lost a third of my stack to a badly played hand:
Two limpers and I'm on the button with 7 8. I call, the blinds call, and five players see the flop of 7-8-J (two s).
UTG bets the minimum and MP raises 3x. I put MP somewhere around QJ, maybe even AJ. In limit, I would've 3bet to see where I was and to isolate, but in no-limit I put on a skirt and decide to flat call and see what the blinds and UTG would do. My faulty logic was that the MP did the raising for me to drive out the draws (my calling here certainly didn't help MP's cause any and would've supported any of the draws to stay in). If anyone raised or pushed, it would be an easy fold. I was probably looking for reasons to fold, not having liked my preflop call that put me in this predicament.
My reasons for raising is not, however, to kick out the draws. This goes against how I play in later rounds or in live play. On Party, I've learned people do not let go of top pair/top kicker, nor do they let go of flush and straight draws. Raising will not get them out. An all-in raise will only make your bet look like a bluff, or they will see the size of the pot and think they now have odds to catch. Either way, early in a tournament, they will call.
'Course, pushing with my low chipstack wouldn't have gotten anyone out.
Blinds and UTG fold and the turn is a 2.
The raiser comes out strong, betting the pot. I still put him on a big Jack, but raising here would be too much of a risk. I thought it would be best to go into call mode.
The river gives a , and now he checks.
My move should have been to go all-in. I thought for a second that it could be a trap, but I interpreted his flop raise as trying to get others' flush draws to fold. I also figured he would have called the all-in, having 2x my stack.
I decide to check back, which saved me money because he had J-7 for a higher two pair.
I built my stack back to average, then ran into the highest hand I've seen in the past couple days -- KK.
One limper, and I raise 4x the blind. The blinds fold and he calls.
The flop is A-K-6.
He bets, I push, he calls.
Turn is a J.
River is an Ace.
Oh well, can't really fault him for calling the flop, he just got lucky.
One day I'll place high in one of these tourneys, but for now it just isn't meant to be.
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Monday, August 22, 2005
Monsters under the pillowtop
The entire time I knew him, all Mark wanted to do was get married and have kids.
Mark was a good friend of mine since the tail end of college. He says we met each other at the school newspaper when I helped him out with a story, but I barely remember even working at the school newspaper.
Where we connected was at a party my roommates and I threw. We talked Kantian philosophy and had naive ideas about running the world. After that, we began hanging out and would talk or see each other most days.
You could tell he was serious about a girl when he would drop out of sight. Usually he'd turn up once they were on the outs.
This latest girl kept him on the missing persons list for two years, when he reappeared with a wedding invitation. I don't think it'll be much longer before he sends out a birth announcement.
Addiction is about consequences, and here's a big one: I was unable to attend Mark's wedding this past Saturday because I couldn't afford it.
I'm living poker table to poker table now and all expenses are scrutinized. It wasn't just the flight to Erie, Penn., but the hotel, rental car, and suit I'd have to purchase because none of my good clothes fit me anymore thanks to that cheap word that starts with a "b" and ends with an "uffet."
Though that suit would come in handy, because if things don't turn around soon, I'll be in the market for a job.
And with all the poker rooms opening (Hilton is next week, Paris is next month, and I hear rumors that Caesars and Venetian are gearing up for huge rooms), poker dealer school is looking better and better.
Besides, working at a casino, I wouldn't have to worry about what clothes to wear.
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Now that I've weaned myself off anything but poker, I'm on a sort of eff-you final cruise through the Vegas hotels. Over the years I've built up comps from heavy blackjack and slot play, and now it's time to cash in!
Whenever I receive a free room offer, with open arms I gladly take it and any comps that may be included. Particularly because I can pop downstairs to the poker room, play for hours, and not have to worry about driving home. I'm also enjoying free air conditioning (my August electric bill was twice as much as July), a big comfy bed with a pillowtop mattress, free soaps and shampoos, and cable TV.
The way I look at it, all this stuff was earned by horribly -EV play. I don't need any of it, but I'm going out of my way to pick up the free gifts and freeplays to take best advantage of the casinos. I have my whole week planned: today is $20 freeplay at Sunset, Tuesday is a travel mug set at The Palms, Wednesday is a dish set at Sahara, Thursday is $25 freeplay at Palace, Friday is mystery cash at The Palms, and Saturday is a salad bowl at Sunset.
My Vegas casino mentality is like a Monopoly board -- pass Go, collect $200. Hey, it gets me showered and out of the house.
In return, I'm thumbing my nose and giving zero action. Except in the poker room, of course, which doesn't apply to the bean counters.
Because lack of play jeopardizes my receiving future room offers, I'm living life in the hotel rooms to the fullest. Though being just myself, that can't be all that exciting.
Last weekend was three free nights at Monte Carlo. It included two buffets, two spa passes (that went unused), a $25 credit to their brewpub, and two tickets to Lance Burton. Being a hop, skip, and a tram ride away from the Bellagio poker room made the location all the better.
Didn't get a chance to try to scalp the Lance Burton tickets (I'm a David Blaine/Penn & Teller sorta grub), so I went to check it out myself. Seeing his mug everywhere on billboards, sides of cabs, and grilled cheese sandwiches, I expected miracles. Instead I got parlor tricks.
Sure, seeing him whip out birds from his sleeves was fun, but his show is all the same tricks you've seen a countless number of times, done and redone in different contexts, even within his own show -- basically, misdirection to make you think Burton is still there, when no, he's really somewhere else or someone else. Every act was a variation on this theme. At least David Copperfield has an elegant showmanship quality. Burton's show has money behind it and a nice $27 million theater, but it's really a magic show for kids.
Even for free, it wasn't worth it.
This weekend, stayed at Silverton. The offer included tickets to Kool and the Gang, which I gave to a friend who was in town. The show was loud enough that I could hear it through my closed window.
Check-in was through VIP services, which had a spread of food in the high-limit slot area. I checked in late, so all that was left were empty gold serving dishes and a bowl of fruit. I was able to grab a bottled water and a bag of barbecue kettle chips.
Two comfy leather recliner massage chairs were situated directly in front of a plasma TV, presumably for the high-rollers to watch in luxury.
Whittled away the free $250 in slotplay on penny slots. I did a bit in video poker, but damn is that game boring. And I never seem to hit. Nice thing about the freeplay is that it only has to be played through 1x before cashing out. Very easy to do, and I pocketed $120 of the $250.
Played Laverne & Shirley, Magic Forest, Jeff Foxworthy, and a bank of Mr. Cashman slots. Didn't find mamagrub's favorite slot Carnival of Mystery, or else I would've run the entire $250 through on that game.
All total, I put in less than two hours of slot action all on their money, and I'm not concerned because I've already booked my next visit over Labor Day weekend with $25 in food and $300 in freeplay.
And then I doubt I'll receive any more offers from them, seeing as how I'm freely abusing their comp program without returning play.
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Staying away from no-limit since losing my whole stack at The Palms, I baby stepped my way back into NL at Silverton.
Their NL game has changed drastically since the last time I played there. Two tables were running (one was a must-move) and it's now a $100-$300 buy-in with 2/5 blinds. My favorite structure.
And it's the softest no-limit you'll ever play, filled with locals who love to call for cheap, bet cheap, and then get angry if they get drawn out. Angry enough that they'll rebuy for $100.
Flop and turn bets of $5 were not uncommon. Any bigger bet or raise of the $5 in position was enough to take it down.
One person had $500 in front of him and quickly bled it away on draws and calling raises with second best.
We started three-handed and gradually increased but never had a full game, as people busted and left or were picked up and moved to the main game.
The only player I respected (because he actually played the game rather than checking and calling) sat two seats to my left and wore sunglasses.
I misplayed a hand against him, which invited him to make a move on me that I couldn't call.
I'm BB with Q-8 and see a free flop (rarely was there a raise preflop) of Q-4-2 rainbow. I bet $15 and was called by him and another guy who called everything.
I was worried about my kicker until the turn gives me two pair with an 8 (now two s).
I bet $30 and both call.
Normally I'm betting out in the dark in this place because I want to show strength without worrying if the dreaded hits.
And just as I'm about to bet, the river 4 (no ) stops me when it shouldn't have. My instincts suddenly scream that one of the two callers was on an Ace-4 draw.
I make the terrible mistake of checking. Checking here doesn't tell me where I am. I thought if it checked through, I'd be happy. And I'd check-call if they bet.
But checking there shows weakness, and the guy in the sunglasses runs with it and goes all-in.
A mighty fine bet. Other guy folds and it's to me.
I think for a bit. He wouldn't risk everything without a strong hand, would he? I saw him slowplay pocket Queens in a previous hand UTG, which he busted someone with AJ and a Jack on the flop. (My mind also flashes to the last two big NL hands I was involved with at The Palms and Rio... hands that I should've logically mucked but went with my gut instead.)
Perhaps in this case he had another slowplayed overpair. Or a flopped set. Or even that A-4.
If I had thought two seconds longer, I would've thought he was trying to buy the pot and perhaps it was worth calling the rest of my $150 stack just to see what he had.
Instead, I say good bet and fold.
He tables 2-5 and says, "Busted straight."
I nod and tell him, "Nice hand," and I actually mean it. I file the bluff away for future reference -- not at this game when he probably won't make a similar move against me, but for a future time that I may play him.
If I had bet on the river, he wouldn't have made that move. But if he did? I still would've folded.
I may have been playing scared or seeing monsters under the bed, but I hope instead I'm learning to make good laydowns. Even if I'm outplayed, at least I'm not losing my stack.
An hour later I doubled my buy-in through two big hands. There was much more money to be made in the main game with deep stacks, but I decided I didn't want to be the $500 guy who lost everything, so I racked up and left, satisfied enough to lock in a profit.
Playing NL at The Palms on Aug. 2: -$300 Playing NL at Silverton this weekend: +$254 My first foray back into NL being positive: priceless
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Thursday, August 18, 2005
Home, sweet redneck
Pauly's Redneck Riviera was not as bad as he made it out to be. Sure, there's your standard meth-scented stripper with a kid on the way (she's shooting up for two) living upstairs, but what large created neon city in the desert doesn't have that? His apartment was fully furnished, complete with couch, a TV plus cable, free local calls, all utilities included, and random late-night visits by your friendly neighborhood LVPD. But the crème de la creme amenity -- a Wendy's right in his backyard.
The best I have, 15 miles away, is a grocery store across the street that's open 24 hours, but I'd trade that for a Frosty with a finger.
Two Vegas trips before I moved, I scouted out places to live. People recommended checking out the West and East sides of the Strip. Apparently the West and East get along as well as the Bloods and the Crips or, since this is a poker blog, Daniel Negreanu and Annie Duke. Dr. Al Schoonmaker put in a good word for his high-rise apartment complex, though I was tired of high-rise livin' from the past decade. I asked dealers (er, casino dealers) where they lived and where they would recommend, and all said to avoid the Strip because of the gangs, the drugs, and the Mormons.
I found myself liking the Green Valley area of Henderson, which was just far enough away from the Strip to perhaps have a life that wasn't completely centered around gambling. Meaning, a life centered around gambling and food. I would be near Green Valley Ranch which had my favorite all-you-can-eat sushi (Sunday-Thursday from 5 to 7 p.m. at $28.99) at Sushi + Sake. With GVR's poker room now open and offering $1/hour in comps, I'll be playing 29 hours a day for my sushi.
Each dwelling I visited looked similar enough and made me wonder if they all had the same owner. And they must have a run of daylight muggings, because at each place I had to relinquish my driver's license before they showed me the apartments.
The community I finally chose is one that management boasted had a 0 percent crime rate (they also had freshly baked chocolate chip cookies for the taking). The gate at night is mostly left open, in a flagrant flaunting of their 0 percent, similar to The California downtown casino that proudly advertises Stanley Fujitake's record 3 hour 6 minute craps roll. I don't know if the lack of crime has changed, but I never see any police cars. Then again, I rarely see police cars in Vegas anyway.
It's quiet except for the hissing of the summer bugs and the sprinklers that suddenly pop up from the underground and spray you down like a Disney water ride. Certainly none of the constant traffic I heard back in DC, which I became so used to that without it, I have difficulty sleeping.
Most of my neighbors aren't of the stripper quality but more of the elderly and biker type. They come and go, even after less than a year. (This was my tip to new people at work who were having problems with coworkers -- just outlast them; they'll eventually leave.) Robert, my Vietnam vet neighbor downstairs, has ceased his noisy TV habits if he hasn't moved already. Even though it didn't bother me, it bothered someone else enough to complain to management. He left a note on my door asking to call him, and he was concerned he was being too noisy. Later I realized he was passive-aggressively accusing me of being the one making the TV noise.
The loud kids next door disappeared. There could be some Amber Alert shenanigans, because yesterday there was yellow tape and an orange sign posted on their door that read:
WARNING KEEP OUT
These premises have been sealed by order of the Henderson Justice Court.
It listed a case number that I copied down and if I were curious enough, I would look up.
But perhaps I really don't want to know what went on in that apartment. At least whatever happened made the kids quiet down.
My mail is now all my own. For awhile I was receiving the previous owners' delinquent bills, creditor letters, and report cards of their children. Now they all go to me.
I feel safe walking around in the middle of the night, even walking to the store at 3 a.m. to pick up some ice cream to attempt a custom Frosty.
I'm glad I'm not on the ground floor (even if it costs more), because I have a feeling I'd be getting many more of those big black beetles that seem to be everywhere. I do have to open and close the door fast before moths fly in. If it isn't big black beetles, it's moths looking for any bright light or Luxor beam.
But I sometimes wonder what would have happened if I chose the more exciting life of living directly on the cheaper Strip. Would I still be playing poker? Would I still be broke? Would I still have all my kidneys?
In the past I've put myself in situations I wouldn't normally be in just to get a story. I think this time I made the right decision.
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Monday, August 15, 2005
Falling for slots and my new table love by grubette
This weekend my best friend G-boy was in town and we traveled to Harrah's in Rincon, CA, home of $25 minimum Pai Gow. With those minimums, I would've busted out early and been forced to go to the Sammy Hagar concert Doug was attending there.
We arrived early on Thursday and the front desk clerk allowed me to check in despite the room being under my friend's name. I half thought of requesting an upgrade, but changed my mind and we headed towards the near-empty pool. Doug hung out at the bar making friends with some canucks and began running up a bar bill from hell. A bunch of other friends joined us and drank on our bar tab being charged to the room (which was under my friend's name whose last name sounds like a girl). Doug, in his pleasantly inebriated state, disagreed with the bar bill when it was presented to him because, "That's under a girl's name, and my name is Doug." The bartender Rabbit crumpled up the bar bill and tossed it in the trash. Gleefully, Doug started a new tab (under "Doug") and later left, forgetting to close out his own bar bill.
The bill appeared on our room charges the next day for $40. Not bad for 131 drinks. Doug returned to the bar the next morning and tipped Rabbit, apologizing for forgetting his manners.
My friend G-boy and I hung out at some penny slots, one called "Super Jackpot Party"! This game's bonus round lets you pick presents that flip over with various amounts, or various other bonus rounds. One is the "Dancing Man" that keeps on dancing and building up mo' money mo' money until he does the splits. Another lets you do the equivalent of "Whack a Mole" for additional bonus money. One bonus round I won FOURTEEN THOUSAND points. On a penny slot!
We played "Jade Monkey" which requires three monkeys to get a bonus. G-boy and I fervently yelled out, "Monkey! Monkey!" to the machine, ignoring spectators slowing building behind us.
And we played a five-cent "Frog Prince" game where the bonus allows you to make three wishes. I got the bonus round early and made 4160 coins. Before we could do the math of how many nickels that actually was, the machine counted up TWO HUNDRED EIGHT dollars. On a nickel slot!
I still poured those winnings and a couple hundred more into some wrestling slot, a Unicorn slot, "Match Game," and that wretched Pai Gow. We played and watched a woman call spirits and take five minutes to pray and rant before rolling dice in craps. She made the whole table put their hands in the air with whatever the point was (one point was 10; it looked like we were all waving to aliens). Her face contorted, she made the dealers blow on the dice and went INTO THE PIT and hugged them when she won. She kept saying dealers in Vegas would never be so nice (yeah, her ass would be thrown out by security in two seconds with that behavior). No one at the table complained, as they were up (Doug, $300, one guy $10,000, one guy $6,700). I lost $200. All in all, I was down five hundred by the second day. I went to the Rewards desk and asked if I'd made Platinum status. The clerk said, "You need 1000 points to achieve Platinum. You have 700 points." I said, "Is that close enough?" It wasn't.
And then, without even entering the poker room, I found the table game of my dreams. It's unimaginatively called "Texas Hold 'Em." I'll tell y'all about it now, because it won't be there for long. It's not even listed on their website and I've never seen it before.
Here is my crude drawing of it. To start play, you can bet $5 to 25 on the Bonus and $5 to 100 on the Ante. All players, including the dealer, are dealt two cards. If you like your cards, you can see the Flop by putting 2x your Ante on the Flop circle. Or you can fold. If you still like your cards after the Flop, you can bet 1x the Ante for the Turn or check. The Turn is shown, then you can bet 1x the Ante or check. The dealer reveals his cards. If you beat him with less than a straight, you're paid off for your Flop, Turn and River bets. If you beat him with a straight or better, you're paid off for those plus the ante. If you lose, you lose all.
So that's fairly typical poker. The house has a small advantage because of the ante only being paid on straights or better, but being taken on every loss.
The real money-maker in this game is the bonus. I watched one hand and then sat down, figuring I could guess how to play based on poker rules. I put $10 on the bonus and $5 on the ante, copying the bets of the guy next to me. My first two cards were AA. As a dumb girl, I showed them to the dealer and said, "Are these good?" Everyone at the table cheered and clapped. Amazingly, AA pays 30 to 1 for an easy $300! That's easier than aces cracked and spinning the wheel at Excalibur. The helpful table patrons told me if the dealer also had pocket aces, I'd win TEN THOUSAND dollars! The dealer flipped his first hole card. ACE! Second card was a three. But still, I won the hand and made a quick $320.
The payouts are:
1000 to 1 for AA and AA for dealer 30 to 1 for AA 25 to 1 for AK suited 20 to 1 for AK unsuited 15 to 1 for AQ, AJ suited 10 to 1 for AQ, AJ unsuited 5 to 1 for pocket high pair JJ, QQ, KK 3 to 1 for pocket low pair
Wouldn't you know it, I stayed there 20 minutes, got a pair, AK suited and AJ suited, and left winning my $500 back plus $200 more. The next day, I played before checkout and won another easy $300 in less than an hour. The guy next to me had pocket aces twice in 10 minutes.
The game is so easy because you're only playing against one person. Most people would stay through the river with any face card because the dealer often had nothing. The dealer didn't have to qualify (as I've seen on WPT table Texas Hold 'Em and Three Card Poker). I saw so many payouts that I can't imagine the house would make any money on it (although the lady next to me lost $400 in the same hour I played). I was winning so quickly I didn't know what to tip (I ended up tipping about $100).
I guarantee it won't be there the next time, so LA Bloggers, check it out!
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Thursday, August 11, 2005
The wit and wisdom of mamagrub
From mamagrub and Rich's extended trip to Vegas the weekend before last (Thursday through Tuesday), here were some highlights of mamagrub that made me laugh. Much of it is in the you-had-to-be-there, you-had-to-be-related category to find it funny and would probably only appeal to grubette, but I thought I'd post anyway.
diction. mamagrub pronounces McDonald's /MAC-donald's/, dessert /DEE-zert/ and closet /CLOW-zet/.
Sunset Station. mamagrub saw a cocktail waitress carrying a drink to someone that contained whipped cream, and she asked what it was. The waitress went through three possibilities, and mamagrub sat there with a quizzical look on her face. A pregnant moment passed. Then another. Both were at a stalemate. I finally asked the waitress to just get a mocha coffee with whipped cream.
Main Street Station. At the buffet, the server set down an extra Diet Coke for me, saying, "I accidentally got an extra one, I'll leave it here." I figured he was kidding, anticipating a second order from me. Under her breath, mamagrub said, "Dummy." I asked her if she ever said that to any of her kids (she teaches elementary school), and she said no, but she did ask one kid, "Why are you reading like a retard?" To which other kids asked, "What's a retard?" And then they asked their parents.
Golden Gate. mamagrub swigging the rest of Rich's Corona (she rarely drinks). Waiting for Rich to finish at the craps table, a big group of guys were greeting each other. Every time they said "What's up?" mamagrub repeated "What's up?" Soon I joined in the mockery. mamagrub doesn't know the Budweiser commercial.
Sam's Town. In the restroom, mamagrub was in a stall and saw the flip-flops of someone else in the stall next to her. The feet were pointing the wrong way, apparently the woman was standing up facing the toilet. And apparently the woman completely missed the toilet and splashed mamagrub's feet. "Hey!" mamagrub said, but received no reply.
Green Valley Ranch. mamagrub discovered the Carnival of Mystery slot machine, which quickly became her favorite because she won $20-$70 in each bonus round on a 50-cent pull. When Rich played and got the bonus round, he had me pick a tile. I said, "Are you sure?" He nodded and I did. The first one I got was the jester, which ended the bonus. We stared at the screen and the pitiful $1.20 won in the bonus round, then he said, "Man, you are one unlucky bastard."
slot tournament. As winners' names were announced at the awards reception, Rich and I yelled out hoots and hollers saying things like, "Way to go, Billy Bob" when his name was William or "Don't forget Millie" or "Happy 90th birthday." Then when they read out each of the raffle ticket numbers for crystal champagne glasses, we took turns expressing our disappointment, loudly saying, "So close" or "I let that woman in ahead of me" or "I let that woman, her three kids, and her dog in front of me" or "Rivered." I said if I won, I was going to go up and plant a big sloppy kiss on the slot host. Then when my number was actually called, mamagrub whooped and hopped out of her seat to accept the glasses. Which I was glad of, because the slot host turned out to be a guy.
The California. mamagrub said she only finished half her poop in the bathroom.
Fremont. This was our second visit in three days, and the penultimate casino before they left. mamagrub said, "I think I'm tired of playing slots."
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Sunday, August 07, 2005
Opening night jitters and spinning the wheel
Moving to Vegas, I knew all of two people: my DC friend Kathy (whom I haven't seen for awhile because temperatures are too hot to go walkese in the mornings) and my DC friend Jenna.
Soon I'll have another friend Dave, another DC transplant, writer, and fellow poker player.
Whenever I'd visit Vegas the past few years, I'd meet up with Jenna and catch up on what was going on in our lives. But for this or that reason, we haven't been able to hook up since I moved.
Jenna directed my first play years ago. She held auditions at her apartment, and I sat in on a few of them. We had the female character but we needed to find someone who could play her father, and it was difficult to cast someone who had the right chemistry. Particularly for this character, who had to walk the line of being a possible lover as well. Certainly a challenging role, and an enigmatic play that intentionally leaves questions. But also a play that if not done right, could easily fall apart.
When I was buzzed in, I heard an argument upstairs. It became louder and louder, and I realized it was coming from her apartment. And then I realized the argument was lines from my script!
That's what good acting, even cold reads, can do: make your writing live off the page that even the writer doesn't recognize it. It's also the reason I never had an inclination to direct anything of mine, because I always want to see things I didn't see before. Good actors will take the phone book and make it sound like Shakespeare. I don't know how they do it.
One actor with a menacing look and a weird bloodshot eye that he kept apologizing for brought us a dozen doughnuts from Krispy Kreme. The bribe was just enough to tilt me into giving him the thumbs-up, but Jenna suggested we hold out and wait for one more. He arrived late and apologetic, though with clear eyes. He ate a jelly doughnut, picked up the scene, had a second to scan it, and gave a cold reading that sounded like he'd lived the character for breakfast.
Jenna and I exchanged glances and knew he was the one. We offered him the part immediately, and he took the script home with him to review before accepting. (I later learned he juggled some other acting gigs to accommodate.)
The play was rehearsed in Jenna's apartment basement laundry room. She blocked the action using washers and dryers as markers, and I contributed a trenchcoat as a prop to make the male character appear older. Her massage table acted as a bed.
I was a complete wreck at tech rehearsal, because none of it seemed to be working. It was difficult to hear what the actors were saying; the acoustics in the laundry room sounded better than the theater. What made it worse was they were flubbing lines and goofing around. Like an excited father and his newborn, I brought my video camera to tape it, and they were playing to the camera. I had to shut it off.
Still, I had confidence in Jenna. An actor herself, she knew how to speak to actors, and they normally listened. During the day, she was in the middle of assistant directing artistic director Howard Shalwitz on an Amy Freed premiere (and a Pulitzer finalist) at Woolly Mammoth. They workshopped it in New York (where Howard would later remount the play), and would talk about that play and mine on the drive there and back.
It's just that the actors were out of control.
Jenna had to leave but said she would give them a pep talk before the opening... which was later that night. She suggested I try to take their minds off the play somehow.
I took them to dinner and while walking through Dupont Circle, got a kick out of hearing them transpose lines from the play to our surroundings, somewhat similar to a child speaking jibberish and working through the language.
I'd seen the male actor before in at least a dozen shows including Equus, which won him awards. The female actor I was unfamiliar with, but she was equally talented. I knew they would both be good, if they could just focus.
I tried diverting them from conversation about the play. We talked about acting, food, restaurants, DC... we would've talked about poker and gambling, though I wasn't insane about it then. I mentioned in passing that the same play had been picked up to be produced at a theater in Maryland, as well as a staged reading in New York.
I was touched when they thanked me for the script, the characters, and the experience. In the back of my head I was thinking, if they're that thankful, why can't they concentrate enough to pull it together?
They paid for my beer and chicken parmesan, and we got to the theater 15 minutes before curtain. Jenna was nowhere to be seen but finally arrived with the box of props 5 minutes before. I excused myself and joined a dozen of my work friends and other friends in the audience. I was too nervous to speak, or remember anything that they said before or after. All I can remember is looking for the Exit sign, just in case.
The theater was sold out. Howard was in the audience. This was the first time I'd ever see a play of mine performed. I feared the worst.
Then the audience hushed, the lights came up, and other one-acts before mine went on. I couldn't even tell you what those plays were about, just waiting for mine and stewing in dread.
Mine came last and when lights went up, I remember noticing how starkly different the look of the show was, compared with the plays before it.
It appeared cold, antiseptic, black-and-white. All in a good way.
I remember feeling the difference in the audience, a sort of electricity that wasn't there earlier, as I could somehow feel them sit up and pay attention. The actors seemed to be working off the audience, an element that wasn't there in tech.
I remember getting the same choked-up feeling that I did while writing it. I tried looking at reactions in the audience, and in my imagination, I felt they experienced the same thing.
And the actors who I'd just shared beers with, who tripped over words and seemed they needed another few days of rehearsal... not only did they pull it together, but man, they knocked the damn thing out of the ballpark.
I had nothing to worry about.
As the lights dimmed, there was a silence and then applause. I found myself shaking hands and being congratulated. Heading backstage, I overheard people excitedly talk about their interpretation of what happened in the play. I heard disagreements and reasons why. All things I'd hoped for while writing.
When someone found out I was the writer, she took my hand and said at one moment she had a single tear running down her cheek, and thanked me for that.
I met Howard for the first time and he said I should feel free to submit anything to Woolly.
I hugged my actors and told them how remarkable they were, and I meant it.
I asked Jenna what she said to them before curtain, and she shrugged. Straight and to the point, she told them: "Cut the shit and go out there."
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Flash forward some years to this past Friday.
I've just finished two sessions of a slot tournament at Sunset Station (scary scores that, combined with my third session on Saturday, resulted in not placing at all on the scoreboard, enough that I skipped the awards ceremony despite the free food and door prizes). I'm eating a late lunch/early dinner at Panda Express while flipping through Las Vegas Weekly that mentions First Friday, a monthly arts festival every first Friday of the month.
Jenna and I had talked about going to one of them, and I think about giving her a call. Then I realize today is Friday, and it'd be too last minute.
I go home instead and page through a local magazine that features Jenna's photos. I again think about calling, but dog-tired from being up all night playing online, I instead take a nap.
I have this horrible dream that I'm hosting a dinner party of poker bloggers whom I haven't met and go into the kitchen to get orange juice, which I can't find except in the cupboard. As I put ice in glasses, I look out the window and see my car lose its brakes and back out and crash into the house across the street. Then the wind blows it forward, and it takes off down the street. Looking the other direction, there's a massive fireball headed this way, instantly setting fire to that same house across the street. We run out of my house and away from the enveloping fire. People are screaming to take cover in safe places, but I didn't pay attention to where those safe places were, so I don't know where to hide behind. I can feel the heat behind me and the dust in my eyes. I see part of an abandoned well, and I duck behind it...
And then the phone rings. It's Jenna, asking if I want to join her at First Friday.
Seeming serendipitous, I do and join her and her friends at the festival part of the night off Main Street downtown, where there were live bands, food tastings, and vendors of ice cream and beer. I meet Maria, a stripper/second-year law student who's completely trashed and bumping into me with her breasts. I don't mind this. We look at some art, and she says she'd really like to buy one of the pieces but it's probably too expensive. A guy in a green Hawaiian shirt asks how much she would pay for it, but she doesn't hear him,
She relates the story to the group, and she did indeed hear him but chose to ignore him. She says matter-of-factly that maybe she could get if free if she gave him a blowjob. Then she says she was just kidding.
Jenna's other non-stripper friends are sober, and we head to a restaurant off 215 and Flamingo called Sedona. I get lost a few times heading north, then finally go south on 15 to 215 west and circle all the way back to where I was.
Summerlin just isn't my neck of the woods.
It's a nice place, and we hang outside with appetizers (mushroom spring rolls, fried oysters, jumbo prawns), wine, and dessert (sorbet, apple pie, chocolate cake, creme brulee... apparently they no longer have their chocolate fondue) while catching up, deploring the state of theater in Las Vegas, and bouncing creative ideas off her when asked what I'm writing these days.
She and her friends hate the Strip, but then, they don't gamble either. When introducing me to her friends, she said that I'm learning how to play poker. Which hurt in a way, but then again is ultimately true since I'm always learning. She suggested a job at UNLV teaching playwriting, but she'd be happy for anything that gets me out of poker.
Recently she did a photoshoot of Scott Fischman at his house and said he had a vacant look about him, and while taking photos he couldn't tear himself away from playing poker online.
The conversation makes me starved for more like it, while being reminded life isn't just poker, and we make tentative plans to meet for lunch on Monday. Hopefully I'll be able to see her more often.
Winding up going north again on 215 toward downtown, I call Pauly and find him at Excalibur.
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Pauly's been my partner in crime the past few days as we haunt some of our favorite Vegas poker rooms. His last day in Vegas he wants to visit a poker room every three hours, so I'm building stamina for that. Not that I particularly need it; I seem to be able to play at the table for hours without a break, then get home and multi-table online for a few more hours. Red Bull + insomnia + no job = poker.
Friday night we found out Excalibur is doubling their wheel spins for all of this month. This is a huge +EV deal (even more so than sitting and folding for the Stations' bad beat progressive, which is currently over $212,000 and would yield about $400 per player when it hits) for getting Aces cracked, or better yet, winning the pot with quads or better and still spinning -- only one card has to be held. The only other Aces cracked promotion going on is at Tuscany, and there it's only $25. Perhaps this is Excalibur's response to kill their competition? Doubled, the range of wheel wins runs from $40 to $600 (hitting the triple and then $100).
I haven't spun the wheel since December, and figured I was due. "Spin the wheel!" is my favorite thing to say at the table when someone's Aces are cracked, though it doesn't help matters any to the Aces guy when I'm not at Excalibur and there's no wheel to be spun. When my Aces were cracked at MGM, I did find some solace in my favorite phrase.
At my Excalibur table on Friday, three people hit one-card straight flushes and spun the wheel. One received $200 and the applause of the house. He immediately cashed out and left.
I never saw a hand higher than pocket Queens, and they didn't hold up.
One hand I saw a glimmer of mischief as Pauly quickly smiled and looked up at me. He had The Hammer and raised with it. My hand was also The Hammer (but suited), and I folded. When he was reraised, he had to call and the flop didn't help. Cracked again.
Despite bad hands, I somehow ended the session up by the time we left. Neither of us spun the wheel, but there was always tomorrow.
Saturday, I make a special trip to pick up my free ceramic appetizer tray from Sunset while finding out I was a big loser in the slot tournament, where I was just a few points away from getting $25 (last weekend, I got 55th place and $50, a couple hundred points away from $100).
Then went downtown to The California to cash in a slot ticket from last weekend with mamagrub. Met up with Pauly at The Plaza, he bought me shrimp cocktail at Golden Gate, and we headed back to the Strip to storm the castle.
And storming it was.
In the two and a half hours I was there at the 2/6 table, I had pocket Aces a whopping four times. Oh, why couldn't this be a NL table?
Three times they won. Two of those times I flopped an Ace and everyone folded.
The first time, they were cracked by pocket Jacks that hit a set on the turn. As soon as I was check-raised, I knew I was dead to at least two pair and fast-called him down.
Normally I'd be disgusted at making the crying call to see what I was beaten with, but this time all I was hoping for was no Ace on the river.
As soon as he showed his Jacks, I flipped my Aces and said, "Spin the wheel!"
I hopped out of my seat and Pauly followed me to the wheel, where I looked up at it like a monkey bowing to the 2001 monolith.
I printed my name and signed the notebook of fellow wheel spinners, then geared up to spin my first spin in eight months.
Knowing it's heavily greased, I gave it a small spin. Enough to make a couple revolutions, but not enough to spin for 10 minutes.
As it ticked closer to stopping, it went to 20, 25, 35... Pauly yelled, "100! 100!"
It hung on the 20, then flicked one more spot right into the land of the 100 jackpot winners. Which, doubled, is $200.
I shook Pauly's hand and heard a thunderous applause from the other poker tables. Seems they're rooting for fellow wheel spinners to take as much as they can from the Man, a.k.a. MGM-Mirage.
I showed Pauly what I had left from previous bad beats -- no more than $12. Augmented by $200, I had new ammunition to continue playing, and by the time I cashed out I gained back my buy-in and then some. Plus $200.
Now it's Pauly's turn to spin. It's only a matter of time.
And who knows, maybe I can squeeze out another spin of my own. Somehow, though, the applause doesn't seem meaningful of accomplishment. Certainly not as much as in the theater.
But heck, for $200 I'll take what I can get.
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Wednesday, August 03, 2005
Blinded by rockets
Had a horrendous beat at The Palms last night, but I was too dumb to get away from it.
Things started well with Pauly and I eating at Terrible's, getting a strange pedophilic dealer who said "Grrreeeaaatt" after everything we said, then checking out the new poker room at Tuscany.
Two tables were running, and both contained more dealers playing than players. They play with their own money, on the clock, and are allowed but not encouraged to check-raise. At Excalibur, dealers playing are not allowed to check-raise. If a dealer bets into you, you can pretty much fold unless you have the nuts.
For a poker room just two days old, the dealers seemed remarkably friendly and competent. Much more than, say, Aladdin's first days (or even months). Unfortunately, they weren't drawing many players. Still, it was a Tuesday night and may pick up on the weekends. But jeez, this is Vegas.
It's the first new poker room that allows smoking. And after Sam's Town goes nonsmoking Aug. 16, Tuscany will be the only place that allows smoking 24/7.
Comps are $1/hour, which can be used toward anything in the casino, including hotel rooms.
A progressive bad beat jackpot of quad 7s beaten was $1600. A progressive house bad beat jackpot of Aces full of 10s was $720. Far less than the $100,000 and $10,000 minimums that the Station Casinos offer, but then, no one else in Vegas can touch them when it comes to bad beat jackpots.
Get pocket Aces cracked and receive $25. This happened twice, and they stopped play for a couple minutes to get security to snap a picture. At Excalibur, the dealer simply makes note of the Aces cracked and vouches for the player who sprints up to spin the wheel.
A new term, which I wasn't familiar with -- you could request an overs button. Four are given per table, and if the hand gets down to those who have the overs, you're allowed unlimited raises. Similar to when it gets down to heads-up.
Trips and above get raffle tickets, which are placed into a drum and drawn in a couple weeks. Graveyard freerolls are offered to those playing 15 hours, though the prize pool is only $300 ($150 first prize) and not particularly worth it unless only a couple people qualify. Like Luxor, I suspect they may just chop it up.
Drink service is quick. There's a bar within the room, but no bartender, and the cocktail waitress goes into the casino to retrieve drinks. Miller Genuine Draft ads are all over the place -- their sign on the wall behind the bar, a neon sign next to it, and silkscreened in the middle of each table. Aside from the TV table at the WSOP (Levitra), it's the first time I've seen an ad for a product on a poker table.
From a marketing standpoint, why not? The casinos already have our money, they may as well take our free will away as well by earning a few extra bucks from advertisers. Perhaps Tuscany is pioneering the field in this. Or perhaps they need the money.
After the first visit, I probably wouldn't be back if not for the drawing. It was decent enough, but not worth the effort to head north to. Especially with all the fishy tourists at casinos like The Palms.
Which is where we ended up afterwards.
It was early at the 100/500NL (blinds 2/5) table, within the first half hour I was there.
I bought in for $300 and played two hands -- AKs lost (flopped a K to someone's flopped set of 5s) and Q10o won. Both against the same guy to my right, and while betting the Q10, I made sure to bet amounts to win back what I'd lost from him. After I won, he slapped me on the back and said, "Hey, you got it all back." I looked down at my chips in surprise, as if I didn't know.
The 1seat wearing a Yankees jersey was making mammoth raises, and not many were looking him up.
He raises $25 and I look down to see pocket Aces.
I don't know why, but I get an ill feeling whenever I see AA.
I reraise to $75.
The chip leader at $1200 calls and the raiser calls.
Flop is 10 J Q.
Original raiser goes all-in and counts down his chips at $160.
When I see this move (especially when he counts it out), I think bluff. If he had AK or two pair or a set, I would think he'd check-raise me. But he could have been trying to get the draws out.
Was it worth a call? In hindsight, no... I didn't pay attention to how the chip leader after me would act. For him to call $75 cold, he must've had something good. I didn't even try to get a read on him.
I don't count my chips but I covered Yankee by $20-40. I say, "Call," which just as well puts me all-in.
Chip leader wakes up and raises all-in. Raiser is already all-in. I call, because I was pot committed and couldn't fold. If I had 2x more chips, I would've folded out of respect for chip leader.
Turn is a , and I'm still looking for cards when chip leader flips A 10 and says he had "too many outs."
Yankee and I don't show our cards, and we leave like the many other fishy tourists who get punched in the gills but learn from the experience.
And just like the fishy tourists who are too stupid to know better and return to the scene of the crime the next night, where I'm now headed.