Warning: This chapter chronicles two tournaments as well as various random happenings, and since one of the tournaments was deep stacked it’s going to be pretty long. If you’re not interested in the various bull [censored] I write about and just want to look at hands, scroll down to where it says “I wake up the next morning and head out to the Venetian.” Also, I am in full admittance that I made a few poor decisions in my play and I’ll be posting some hands.

The night before event 15 ($1500 NL holdem) I head down to the WSOP cage to register for the next days tournament a little before 2am. Unfortunately, I am greeted to a fairly substantial line stretching well out the door. [censored], I was hoping to avoid this by coming down by fairly late, but these $1500 events are just so popular. I stand in line for a moment and debate what I want to do, I can risk coming the following morning, but it just might be very crazy. As I’m waiting and considering my options, a security guard comes over to me and taps me on the arm.
“Sir, would you come over here with me for a moment?”
Ah [censored], I’m thinking he wants to card me or something.
”Alright sure, whats up?”
“Sir, would you like to bypass the line and get registered quicker?”
“Huh? Well yea, of course.”
”Okay, just come with me along here.”

He walks me down the opposing side of the outside of the Rio room and explains to me if I have any extra money feel free to toss him a bit and if not no big deal, he’s gonna make some extra scratch ferrying people back and forth to the little secret cashier side and if they’ve got nothing on them no big deal. I open up my wallet and show him that indeed I have exactly $1500 on me, but if I see him around over the next few days I’ll make sure to help him. He says its no big deal and takes me to hidden side of the cashier where there is one person In front of me. Lol, the city built on kickbacks.

I wake up for the $1500 feeling a bit groggy but good enough. As I get into the elevator an old man standing in the corner exclaims “Oh, we have a celebrity!!” without the slightest hint of sarcasm. I look at him to make sure he meant it towards me, yep, he’s staring right at me.
“Uhhhhh, what?”
“I said we have a celebrity!” he repeats.
I’m very confused. My only guess as to his logical math goes as follows:
Young guy +Las Vegas+ tucked in dress shirt = celebrity.
I stare at him a moment totally bewildered; this awkward elevator ride seems much longer than 5 floors.
“Ummmmmmm, I don’t think so?”
He laughs and says something about celebrity this and that which I just can’t make out. The moment the elevators open I rush out mumbling ‘have a good one’ and head for the Rio room, I’m running a couple minutes late.

I get to the table having missed a few minutes of starting play, which is really stupid of me considering we only start with 60 BB’s in a $1500 tournament. The first two hours are pretty uneventful, I find both AA and QQ and get almost no action (a caller pre flop and a check fold on the flop) and lose some chips raising here and there then c-betting into stronger hands. By the time we break I have around 2100ish left and blinds will be 100/200.

The first real decision occurs a little bit after the break. I’m down to 1825, and another young player on the table has been push boting quite a bit, at least once, often twice a round, having been quite short for a while. For the hand in question he has managed to push bot back to 1600, and in MP1 jams it all in. It folds to me on the CO with 66 and decide I’m a little ahead of his range (though this call may be questionable, especially live) and rejam. The blinds fold and he flips up his hand, AA. God damn it. The AA holds and I’m down to 225. The next few hands go something like:
I fold a couple hands, find AQ, jam beat KK, back to 750, jam an A, everyone folds, now have 1050, jam a K (didn’t look at other when folded to), everyone folds (other card was a 3, maybe I should have looked?), then pay a round of blinds and in the SB post 100 with 950 behind when the following comes up:
Button is a smart/aggroish player with about 6k, and BB is very tight weak with like 5k. As previously mentioned, before posting I have 1050. I am dealt A4hh. Folds to button who makes it 600 and I decide he’s raising huge range and jam knowing I’ll be called. BB folds and button calls, showing QJo.
Flop: J 6 4
Turn: 8
River: 4
Ironically, in the 7 events I’ve played this was the hand I was most excited about. I’m 90% sure I said “Boo yah” when the river hit and high-fived the guy who was BB that hand, who I’d been making friendly chat with. Could this possibly be one of the greatest WSOP come backs ever? I now had around 13 BB’s and had paid my blinds.

I go totally card dead the next round and fold for a while, and the blinds go up to 100/200 with a 25 ante. Finally utg with about a 12 BB stack I look down at AQss. Raise folding feel’s pretty gross, and with the antes out there I decide to just jam (thoughts? 10 handed table.) A player with about 35 BB’s in MP thinks his options over for a moment then calls. It now folds to the BB (the player who was previously the aggro button) who has about 40 BB’s and decides to jam. It folds back to the MP player who has to tank with 1/3rd his stack in before finally calling. They flip up their hands:
MP: QQ
BB: AA
Jesus Christ, live poker is so rigged. Obviously I don’t flush it or anything like that, so I am sent packing.

After getting dinner with Curtains at the Italian place in the Rio (It was quite bad, the only food I didn’t really like at the Rio, so I guess I’d recommend avoiding it) I decide to head back to the Rio room and play some $1000 satellites.

In the $1000’s, they start you with $5000 chips at 25/50 blinds that go up every 15 minutes. The structure is a little worse than last year, but still not nearly as bad as say the $300 buy in which is $1500 starting at 25/25 and more or less unplayable. In my first $1000 I busto in the following manner:

UTG+1 is a really awful aggro player who makes the 100/200 blinds 600. It then folds to the button who calls. I look down at QQ with about 6300 and make it 2600. It folds back to UTG+1 who jams for a few hundred more than me. Button folds and I obviously call. UTG+1 flips over A4o. We have ourselves an expert.
Flop: K 9 6 rainbow
Turn: 4
River: A
Aweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesome. I run so hot. I am busted there and go to play a $300 since there is immediate seating and I’m not aware just how bad the structure is. I get 4 handed in that and shove my like 3 ½ BB’s with Q9o on the button and the BB calls with ATo and busts me.

I then run into adanthar and we decide to play $1000’s together swapping some action. I work my stack up to about $6200 when the following hand occurs:
10 handed, UTG young/fairly bad aggro calls for 200. Its folded to me in MP1 with KK and I make it 700. Folds back to UTG who shoves for a little over 4000. I insta call and he shows 88.
Flop: 8 4 2
Turn: 4
River: 5
Aweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesome. I have 2000ish left and after paying my blinds, stealing once, get A6o on the CO. I jam my 2000 and the BB with about 5k stack decides to call with QJo (Blinds might have been 150/300 at this point, I don’t remember so well.) He obviously flops a J and I am sent packing.

After the SNG adanthar and I get some Chinese food with Adanthar and we discuss whether to play Venetian 1k deep stack tournament tomorrow or online. I decide since I am down so much on my stake that I should go play Venetian and try and grind it back, plus if I played online I’d likely only have one screen to work with which doesn’t sound like fun on a Sunday.

I wake up the next morning and head out to the Venetian. The Venetians poker room is really gorgeous; tables are very comfortable, seats have wheels and lean back, the tables have automatic shuffling machines (you get roughly 2X the hands in), the décor is appealing, and best of all, you get $10,000 starting chips with 25/50 starting blinds and hour levels. The tournament had a bit fewer than 400 players and a first prize over $100,000. Everything sounds good to me. Overall the field was a bit stronger than any of the WSOP events I’ve played so far (outside perhaps 5k PL) but it was still quite beatable and since its on Sunday’s I think a lot of the online guys prefer to just stay home and grind the big Sunday.

For the first hour I dance around and try to see some flops cheap, connecting once for the flopped nut flush but it doesn’t get paid to huge or anything. After an hour, I’ve got about 8500 when the following hand comes up:

MP1 raises the 50/100 blinds to 300. MP2 calls. MP3 folds and I call on the hijack with 8c7c. Folds to BB who also calls.

Flop: 5s Qc Jc
BB checks, MP1 bets 800, MP2 folds, I call, BB folds.
Turn: Tc
MP1 bets 2200. That’s pretty odd given what a scare card it is, AK perhaps? I move all in and he calls, showing the 2c 3c and I’ve got him drawing dead. I am now up to around 17 or 18k. I get moved to a different table which is the toughest of the four I will sit at today. Luckily the table only breaks after about half an hour, and I go over to my new table with about 16k in chips.

I play a couple quiet rounds at the new table when at 100/200 with 25 ante the following hand comes up:
It folds to me on the button with 3s6s. SB is a bit of a donk and BB is tight/weak, but my reads aren’t that accurate given 2 rounds of information. I make it 550, SB calls (he has about 15k) and BB folds.

Flop: 5 5 8 rainbow with a spade
SB checks, and I fire 750. He thinks things over for a minute, seeming fairly unsure of himself, then calls.
Turn: 4, full rainbow
SB checks again. Very often I would check back with my draw, but I really feel like SB is quite weak here and I think there’s more FE firing two bullets live than there is online. I decide to bet 1500. SB thinks it over and CR’s me to 3200. [censored], I totally failed to read the live donk. Now I have to think this over. Would SB flat call 88 or 44 here? Very possibly. His tiny little CR sure looks strong. However, if he’s just got a 5 he just might totally stack off on river, especially with a 2, and I’m already getting great price plus implied. He’s also stupid enough to flat call a big pair here pre and try this tiny turn check-raise since board is paired and he thinks it’s really safe. I decide given price and his range to call.
River: 7
Not as good as a 2, but I’ll take it. As I’m considering my play, SB moves all in. Oh WTF? Does he realize this is at least a semi-scare card? I just don’t think I can fold at this point but I’m really not feeling good about my hand. I call. Donk flips up Q5hh and I win a huge pot. I’m really not sure if I like how I played that hand all around so I might go ahead and post it, but getting input on live seems more difficult/complicated than online.

I now have a very serious stack of around 27ish K and with aggressive play over the next couple rounds grow it to about 30k when the following hand comes up:

MP1 is a young guy who seems TAG and smart. MP2 is middle aged guy who I don’t have much read on. At 100/200 25 ante MP1 makes it 700, MP2 calls (both have about 12 or 13k behind) and it folds to me in the BB with AsTs. I call for 500 more.

Flop: Ah Ks Qs
HOLY SHIAAAAAAAAAT! Their stacks are both pretty good for a big check raise, and that board promises to have hit one of them. I check. Mp1 checks, and Mp2 bets 2100. I make it 8500 (most of his stack) and MP1 folds. Mp2 goes into the tank for a moment, then declares “yea, I can’t fold this” and jams the rest in. I obviously call and he flips up KdQd. Sweet, I have 17 outs, all in behind with the best hand.
Turn: Td
Yes, I am going to have HUGE stack early.
River: Qh.

*Siiiiiiiiigh* Sucked out? I’m not sure. I am knocked down to around 17k. A few rounds later I’m sitting about 15 or 16k when the next big hand occurs:

A very bad player limps in EP. I have AcJd in MP1 and make it 800. Folds back to said bad player who calls.

Flop: Kd Qd Td
Wow, that flop hit me just a little. He checks and I bet 1250. He check raise’s all in for 5600 and I snap call. EP flips up AhQh and I’ve got him drawing to a chop or runner runner.
Turn: Q
River: (Do I really have to tell you?) Q
He leaps out of his seat “YES!!! OH my god dude I am so sorry!!!” I now have around 8 or 9k.

For the first time in as long as I can remember (probably a year or more) I actually felt that sort of ‘punched in the gut feeling’ after this hand. It wasn’t so much that THIS beat was so bad or anything but I think the collective crushing I’ve been taking finally wore my mind out a bit. We had a break a few minutes later and I strolled outside into the sun and air to try and collect my thoughts for a moment. I still had about 9000 when we came back to 200/400 with 25 ante, so I’d have some room to work with.

When we got back in I really started to get chummy with a couple of the players on my side of the table including the guy who put the AhQh beat on me. Turns out he was Australian but had been living in the U.S. long enough that his accent was warped in a strange way, indistinguishable way. I can relate man. I also get friendly with the older gentleman on my immediate left who tells me what a polite young man I am. I’ve found that when you make friends on the table and get people to like you, they play you more honest, believe you more, and sometimes even directly what to do in order to save yourself verse them. Last year in the main 2p2’er FOLD IT told me he wouldn’t be going over the top of me without AA, so when I 3 bet him with AK and he jammed I let it go and he showed me AA. In this years limit event I got friendly with online’s Sooners who told me when to fold to his AA. Sometimes if a guy is very nice to me and we’re hitting it off but he’s also very weak and I have to attack him/his blind with regularity I start feeling dirty telling him I had AJ and mid pairs over and over.I can just imagine one day telling some recreational nice guy who’s blind I raised with 57o I had pocket 88’s, then my cards getting flipped up when they hit the dealers hand while being flicked into the muck and my friend turns to me in an Al Pacinoesque moment and tells me how much I broke his heart. Hopefully there won’t be a kiss of death included.

At around 300/600 (50 ante) I have managed to get my stack back to around 10.5-11k when the following hand comes up, which I’m pretty sure my pre flop play was quite bad.

It folds to the table chip leader who is like UTG+2 or 3 who limps for 600. He’s limped sometimes, sometimes folding to a raise afterwards, sometimes calling, one time reraising. It folds to me on the CO with 77 and I make what I think is a fairly questionable limp. With less chips I’d certainly jam, with more certainly raise, but at 18 BB’s I really wasn’t sure what my MO should be. The button limps behind me and now its up to a very tricky/aggro/spewish SB who seems to be a habitual move maker. The SB moves in for 12 or 13k, BB folds, CL folds and its up to me. Bleeeeegh. I start rambling about how much it looks like a move, god it looks like a move, screw it, it’s a move, I jam (call.) The button folds and the SB flips up his hand……..83o. The table is freaking about what an “awesome call that is dude!” I’m still sitting there in my own little world questioning my limp behind while the dealer flips up the board and I manage to dodge the 8. I’m now back in the game at like 25kish. One guy from the opposite side of the table walks around, pats me on the back, and tells me I what a sick read I just made.

I fold the next hand, but the hand after that I am dealt KdTd in MP2 (we’re 9 handed due to a bust out.) I raise to 1800 and the button (the player who came over to tell me about the sick read) calls. The SB folds and the BB also calls.

Flop: Tc 7h 7c
BB checks and I bet 3600. Button quickly raises to 8000 of his 14000 chip stack. BB folds. Now I tank again and try to put the pieces together. Button had been playing really tight, especially with cold calls. Two hands ago he came over specifically to tell me I can make sick reads. I’ve got a pretty tight image from all the folding I was doing when I was 15-20 BB’s. He’s made a little more than min raise with 3 players in the pot for over half his stack when a flush draw almost always jams in this spot. I think things over a bit, announce “god I’m so weak” and muck my KTdd. He flips up QTss and I feel like a total [censored] idiot. God I feel like I’m getting everything so wrong today.

A few rounds later the following hand develops at 400/800 with 75 ante. I have 46o on the button and like 16k stack. Friendly older guy on my left has about 18k and he perceives me as very straight forward and honest, especially with him. Folds to me pre and I make it 2200. SB mumbles about how he should probably just fold, then calls. BB folds.

Flop: 2 5 8 rainbow. Double gut shot for me.
SB donks out 5k, and I quickly move all in. I thought I had a little more than 3X his bet at the time, and I wanted to move quickly to look strong, but when we counted we realized I only had like 8k more. I am normally very constant about counting down my stack over and over, but I guess it had been moving around a lot. Luckily though, this shove does put SB to a decision for all his chips which is a BIG deal in live poker. SB tanks super hard core, mumbles how I would never do this with a draw, never with AK, so I must have TT, and folds 99 face up. I quickly muck then begin telling him what an amazing fold he made, and how is read was close but I actually had JJ, and really can’t believe what a ‘great great’ fold he made.

A round or two later an aggro player with about a 30k stack who has never once open limped open limps UTG+2. It folds to me in the SB with like 25k and I complete with Ks7h. BB checks.

Flop: As 7s 7c
I lead out 2200. BB folds. UTG+2 raises me to 5000. This is a hand I’d really like to post. I feel like his range is: AA, random Ax suited like A8 A9 AT etc, flush draws, small pairs that he’s turning into bluffs, air. If I 3 bet now I’ll likely fold out everything but AA, but I also don’t have to worry about making a tough turn decision OOP if a spade rolls off. This one is definitely getting posted in HSMTT. I decide to call, believing he doesn’t think I’ll lead a 7 this strong here and that he’ll continue his bull [censored] on the turn. Again I think this is questionable.
Turn: Jd
I check, he checks back. [censored].
River: 8h
I lead 7000. He quickly barely over min raises to 15000. If I flat call him I’ll have like 4 or 5k left (if it doesn’t add up from original chip counts, sorry, this Is all from memory.) I feel like his range is very highly polarized to big hands (boats) or air plus missed draws. I call leaving myself about 5k back (again this is very questionable, should I be like insta shoving here?) and he quickly mucks. I now have a pretty serious stack.

A couple hands later a fairly quiet and tight player on my direct right raises to 2400 UTG+1, with about a 14k stack. I am UTG+2 with AKo and make it 7800. It folds back to him and he moves all in, so I figure I’m very likely racing a TT/JJ/QQ type hand, seeing as how tight he’s been. He flips up….KQo. WTF?
Flop: A 7 5
Turn: A
River: X
UTG+1 busts, shakes my hand and tells me good luck. The table looks around in confusion. We reach the dinner break shortly after that and I have over 60k. I go to dinner with the Ozzie guy on my right, and his friend who turns out to be the guy with the QT hand with me. We run into another guy who joins us, and guy 3 tells us about the blackjack teams he runs, how he’s barred from the floor of every casino, and how he is making a documentary on blackjack teams. His story was really interesting as he was a member of one of the split off teams of the original MIT squad which ‘Bringing Down the House’ was based on. I find that often during tournaments my appetite is very weak, especially if I didn’t have time to work out that morning. I often end up only eating half my food and feeling very full afterwards, as sitting in a chair for 8 hours is hardly a way to work up an appetite.

After we get back from dinner my table is broken and I show up to my new seat with about 60k in chips at 600/1200 blinds with 100 ante. The player in seat 1 is a middle aged guy with about a 90k stack, and the player on my immediate right is about 30, bookish looking, and we had been making chat at my 2nd table. He has about 25-30k.

A round or two into my stay at the table the aforementioned big stack raises to 3200 on the hijack. It folds to the SB who calls, and in the BB with QhTs I toss in 2000 as well.

Flop: Qd 9s 7c
SB checks. I decide to check and see what the big stack does. I considered betting, but if I lead out about 5k and the hijack raises I would be absolutely clueless OOP and I guess fold? HJ checks behind.
Turn: Qs
SB looks down at his chips for a moment, then fires out 6k. He has like 20k more I think. I raise to 20k since board is moderately draw heavy and if he’s got me beat he’ll be shoving river anyway and HJ folds. SB goes all in for 6k more and I obviously call. He flips up 77 for a boat, [censored].
River: 5
Damn it, there went my nice big stack.

A few rounds later the blinds have gone up to 800/1600 with 200 ante. I had raised on either the HJ or MP3 (10 handed) with 22 the hand before and successfully taken the blinds with a 4200 chip raise. This hand I am dealt AKo with about a 33k stack in either MP3 or MP2. Folds to me pre and I raise to 4200. Folds to the button who is a older guy of 50-55 who has like 65k. He reraises to 12500. SB folds and the BB, who was the HJ in the previous hand and has like 85k now, looks over his stack, thinks quite a bit, then calls. I move all in for about 20k more hoping to fold one out and hoping BB isn’t trying to lay some lame ass trap with AA/KK. Now the button tanks hardcore, counts out his chips, stares at me, stare at BB, counts some more. Finally he calls. Now the BB moves all in over the top. We go back to the button who with half his stack in, tanks hardcore. I stand up and put my suit jacket on. The guy on my right looks up and asks “your THAT sure your done?”
“Hell no, but if I am I want to go out with some class.” I try to smile.
The button is still tanking and finally calls.

The hands are flipped up:
Me: AKo
Button: AKo
BB: QQ

The board blanks out with T high, and both of us are sent packing. I feel exhausted and stumble out to the taxi line.

My WSOP progress so far looks something like:
Live multis: - $24,700
Live SNG’s: -$2385
Online: + $4,400
Total live cashes: 0

Aweeeeeeeeeeeeeesome. If it kills me, i am not leaving this city down in live donkaments.

Its 3:30pm on the day of event 13 and I’m in my room writing. In the last two days I lasted a total of about 5 hours in 2 tournaments. Lets find out how I got here.

At the start of event 12, the 1500 6 max tournament, I ended up getting seated with iweargoggles and a close friend, Omaha specialist Van Marcus. About 2 rounds in the following hand comes up:
I raise KJo when folded to me in the SB to 150, BB (a guy who is almost certainly a recreational player) calls for 100 more.
Flop: Kd Jh 9h
I lead out 225, he raises to 650, I mull things over a brief moment then move in for about 2600 total. Now he tanks hardcore, counts out his chips, and finally calls, flipping over K9. The KJ holds and I’m over 5500 straight away.

A couple rounds later a button with about 4500 who seems moderately aggro raises to 150, SB folds, and I reraise TsTc in the BB to 500. Button calls.
Flop: 9 7 4 two hearts
I lead out 650, he calls.
Turn: 2c
I bet 1200, he calls.
River: 2d
I mull this one over. If I’m betting, I’m putting him in. If I’m checking I’m obviously calling. This guy doesn’t seem like a typical live fish, would he raise me with a flush draw+overs on flop/turn? Idk, live players are pretty weak. Will he call if I put him in on the river with 88/66? Again I’m not really sure, live players fold to much. I decide to check hoping he either feels safe and bets with a mid pair and thinks I was shooting overs (otherwise, why would he call 2 streets if he didn’t think I might be AJ+ish) or bluffs a missed flush draw, but goggles thought betting is better. He’s likely right, deep stack play OOP is a weakness of mine. I check river, he checks back and my TT beats his 88. Blegh, def missed value.

At this point I now have in the low 7000 area. Both goggles and van bust pretty early, within about 90 minutes of play, and my table is now full of what appears to be mostly standard live players. Some 30ish looking guy with a thick southern accent is moved to the table, and I realize that the moment a person with a southern accent speaks I immediately think their a fish without any evidence to support it. Whatever, their education systems are worse, I’m just playing the percentages right?

For the next hourish, every hand I would play would go as follows: Get dealt a medium strength hand like QJ, JT, 87dd, 67ss, A8hh. I raise 3X, 1 or 2 players call. Then I totally whiff the flop, but get an awesome board to C bet, like A/K then X X rainbow, so I bet, then make a huge raise, I fold and they show their flopped TPTK or super nuts or whatever. For some reason, my table was REALLY in a showing mood, I guess because they ALWAYS had it and liked to banter back and forth how they never bluffed.

In one hand I raised JhTd on the hijack, CO calls, BB calls.
Flop: Qh 8h 3h
Action checks around.
Turn: Jd
BB checks, I bet out 75% pot, CO folds, BB thinks about it a moment, then folds. BB starts talking to guy on his left in a voice loud enough for me to hear (though I don’t think intentionally) about how he can’t call with his big draw there cause that guy down there doesn’t give his chips away. Next round I decided to see how firmly he believed that.
With about 5500 stacks each, the button (BB from previous hand) raises to 300, SB calls, and I call with KJo.

Flop: A 6 3
I check, he bets 400, I make it 1200 hoping he thinks I never spew, and he insta jams. I fold and he shows me AK. Of course.

We go on break and after paying blinds and losing more chips in this raise, c bet, get mega raised, fold, get shown huge hand, style of play I had developed, I am moved to a new table with about 2900 left. Sheets is on my table, though he has no idea who I am and I really don’t look like your standard internet player. After paying a round of blinds, I pick up 66 and open jam 13 BB’s and everyone folds.

A few hands later I pick up 88 in the BB. It folds to sheets on the button who with a roughly 4500-5000ish stack makes it 550. SB folds and I jam for 2900. Sheets tanks forever, puts his hands all over his head, sighs, then calls with AT.
Flop: K Q 4
Turn: 5
River A
Thus ends event 12 for me. I spend the afternoon meeting up with various friends, and drop $200 at craps that night. Man I’m so high stakes balla when it comes to house edge.

Event 13 at the WSOP is the $5000 PL Holdem world championship. At my starting table I am seated with Josh Arieh on my right, and Dewey Tomko on my left, with nobody else at the table I recognize. This is a pretty sweet set up, the LAG on my right, the nit on my left, and the rest nobodies. We start with 10k chips at 25/50 blinds.

The first 2 hours are of basically nothing interesting. I try to see cheap flops with suited stuff or pairs in position. At one point arieh in MP2 raises to just 125 and I look down at AK. The blinds are very loose so I decided to reraise this time, and make it 350. Folds back to Josh, who calls.
Flop: 8 6 4 rainbow
Check, 450, he calls
Turn: 4
check check
River: 3
he bets quite strong, I let him have it.
Through the first 2 hours Josh manages to spew off about 8.5k of his stack playing aggro and making 2nd best calls, and Dewey manages to increase his to like 4k playing SUPER nitty. A lot of the rest of the table appears quite bad.

In one hilarious hand, Dewey limps utg, utg+1 limps, and it folds to a bad player in MP1. He folds, another guy calls, SB completes, BB checks. Flop QQ5, dewey bets and takes it down. MP1 starts questioning anyone who’ll listen “Hmm, I had Q7 there, really woulda hit it good. Hey would you have dropped Q7 there with 2 limpers? How bout you? Man I woulda hit it so good.”

Another amusing hand with the same player came after the break and we were at 75/150. In the hijack I raise 57hh to 450 with about 8k in my stack. A decent player on the button calls, SB folds, BB calls. I have pretty tight image.
Flop: A Q 7 rainbow
I thought BB made a checking motion, then fired 750. Apparently, BB had not in fact checked, my bad, so my bet was drawn back in. Now BB goes into the tank, and donks FULL POT into me, so I fold and button folds. BB turns over AQhh and starts cursing himself, saying he thought for sure I would raise him.

After this I fold for like 3 rounds straight with just awful awful hands. I finally pick up a hand in MP2, 77, and UTG+1 who is a fairly bad stationish player makes it 450. It folds to me with about 6500 in my stack and I call. All others fold.

Flop: Kh 7h 2c
He leads 700, I raise to 2100, he deliberates, then folds. I think raising this flop is very std, as he never gets away from a decent K, will shut down with JJ/TT/QQ if I flat call him anyway, and if he has a good K and turn is a heart he might not stack off.

A round later I’m around 7500ish in MP1 with AcJc. It folds to me and I make it 450. Mr. “Can I play Q7?” calls in LP, and BB calls.

Flop: A J 9 two diamonds
BB checks, I fire 750, Mr. Q7 makes it 3000, BB folds. I think things over a moment and move in. Mr. Q7 quickly calls with AK. Awesome
Turn: 6
River: K

Aweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesome! I am so good at this game. I make the walk of shame and go to find Stevepa and tell him what’s happened. I am beginning to question whether he believes me and secretly wonders if I’m hardcore spewing. I guess I have Josh Arieh and Dewey Tomko as witnesses. So its 4pm now, I’m going to meet up with WarDekar for some food and get some [censored] done. Tomorrow is 1500 NL holdem, which promises to have 8 gazillion entrants. Better luck tomorrow perhaps? Please? Are you there poker gods?

WSOP trip report part 5, Grounddonk Day, Event 10

Is there really anyone out there who didn’t enjoy the classic Bill Murray comedy ‘Groundhog day’ which sees Murray’s character reliving the same enjoyable yet torturous day over and over and over, always with the same end result of him waking up in his bed having to do it all over again? The film was funny, poignant, and sweet, and in the end we find out to literally get forward in his life (though the lesson/situation is obviously metaphorical) that Murray must become a better man/decent person. Apparently, I still have some self improvement to go.

Today was the 2k NL event, which I registered for last night so I could sleep a little later. I get over to my table and sit down next to a young guy I will later find out is the pride of NVG, TStoneMBD. On his left is super lag/semi donk cash games player Amnon Fillipe. TStone would bust fairly early, but Fillipe was on my left all day and because of his position and unwillingness to fold, gave me substantial trouble. In the first couple levels I sat most tight though tried to see some flops during the 25/50 level and value town people while the bad players were still in, but nothing really came together. By the first break I’d put my stack from 4000 to 4400. When we come back and blinds are 100/200 I am barely keeping my head above water at like 3800 after paying a couple rounds of blinds and having very little in the way of playable hands. Finally about a half hour into the level I find JJ in the BB. It folds around to a short button who jams, and the SB who’s also somewhat short rejams, and I obviously rejam. Button shows K9, SB 77, and may JJ holds to put me around 7k. By the time we reach 100/200 with 25 ante, I have managed to very slowly grow my stack to about 8200. I have a super tight image when the following (obviously SUPER non standard) hand comes up:
UTG is a really bad/loose player who likes to limp a lot but often gives up his limps quite easy. UTG+1 is Shaundeebs best friend GB2005, an online regular who obviously noticed my tight image. UTG limps, UTG+1 limps, and it folds to me on the CO. I decide with over 1000 out there and my super tight image to raise any 2, and look down at T5o and make it 1400 to go. Unfortunately, Fillipe decides to be a jerk off on the button and flat call, blinds fold, UTG goes “oh wait, did he call? Okay I call to” then GB2005 decides with so much out, he might as well call. Awesome, I am SO smart.

Flop A 2 3

Wow, I could not ask for a better bluffing board since fillipe is realistically only person who can have an A, and even that’s fairly unlikely. UTG checks, UTG+1 checks, I fire 2400 (you can c bet so tiny in live), fillipe folds, UTG fold, GB2005 folds. Sweet.

A few hands later I wake up with AA on the button. An aggro young player raises the 100/200 blinds to 750 in MP2, and the hijack calls. The hijack was a bad middle aged player who post flop had shown a propensity to attempt hopeless bluffs whenever given the opportunity. The CO folds, and I make it 2750 on the button. Both blinds fold, the OR folds, and the HJ calls.
Flop: 8 4 4 rainbow
HJ checks, I decide to check back.
Turn: 8, full rainbow
This all looks very safe to me. HJ bets 3500, I mull things over a moment then call.
River: 9
HJ counts some chips out, looks at my stack, then checks. I move in and he looks annoyed and folds. At this point my stack is quite healthy around 20k


A few hands later GB2005 would bust in a moderately amusing hand. MP1 raises the now 150/300 blinds to 1100, Fillipe calls in LP like he often does, and in the BB GB2005 reraises to 4500, leaving himself around 3500. The original raiser folds, and Fillipe tanks, then calls. GB2005 stops the dealer before he can burn and turn, then moves in blind.

Flop: T 8 5

GB2005 is all in, and Fillipe calls showing KThh. GB2005 turns over AJ and Fillipe immediately begins insulting him about how awful moving all in blind is. “That’s the worst play you can make in holdem, how do you expect to get a fold out of me like that?” Fillipes KT holds and GB2005 starts shooting back “the worst play in holdem is calling there pre flop.”
Fillipe through this kind of “excellent” play, has managed to build quite a stack for himself. Live pro’s are so good.

We go on break and I am feeling good. My table is nowhere near as soft as it’s been in previous days, but it’s still better/softer than your average online table. When we come back blinds are 200/400 with 50 ante.

A few hands into the round I look down at my hand in the BB and again am greeted by AA. It folds to MP2 who makes it 1500, hijack calls, then SB jams for like 11k. I ejaculate, then rejam, with both other players folding. He turns over AKdd and although he flops a flush draw I manage to hold.

The next hand in the SB I look down at QQ. God I’m so good at this game. The player who raised the previous hand, who at this point is fairly short, open raises to 1500 again, it folds to me and I make it 4800 which is almost all in for him. BB folds, he jams, and I hold vs AK. At this point I am around 38 or 39k, which will be about average stack going into the money. I’m feeling very good at this point, perhaps today is the day where things are going to go very right for me at the WSOP, they have so far. Hahahaha, stupid naive Bond18.

After winning these pots but still having a very tight image, I attempt to try and capitalize. A loose/aggressive button (the guy who bluffed into me with my AA) raises to the button to 1100, the SB folds, and I make it 3500 with K5ss, hoping he’ll remember how bad things turned out last time he called my reraise. He tanks, then reraises 70% of his stack to 8500. Charming, I drop out.

I open raise KJo on the CO and the button, who’s fairly new to the table, jams his 18 BB’s. Okay, fine, have it.

A fairly weak player is moved to my right and keeps min raising when he opens in LP. Both times somebody has popped his min raise, he folds. It folds around to him on the button and he barely over min raises to 900. I make it 2900 in the SB with Q2hh. BB folds, and he calls. Flop 8 4 3. Well at least he probably didn’t hit. I fire out 3600, which he quickly jams over. He would later tell me in what seemed a very honest confession, that he flopped a set.

We go on break again and I am back in the high 20 thousands. We come back with a half hours play before going to dinner, with 300/600 blinds and 75 antes. First hand back I raise KhQd 9 handed in EP to 1800 and the terrible player who “flopped a set” calls in the BB.

Flop: Js 5s 2h
He checks, I fire 2400, he calls.

Turn: Ts
He checks, definitely not my card but I do pick up outs if he doesn’t have a flush. I check back.

River: 7d
He thinks things over, then checks. I decide there’s very little I can represent at this point, and obviously a J is never folding, so I check back. He shows 9s9h, fair enough.

A round later I get AhKd in EP and make it 1800. Fillipe calls me in position, we’re both pretty decent sized but not huge stacks. He’s reraised me quite a few times pre, as well as cold called.
Flop: 8 7 7 rainbow
Blegh, being OOP here sucks so bad. I bet 2400, he flats.
Turn: 6
I check and give up to his bet of about 60% of his stack.

By the time we go to dinner this disastrous half hour has knocked me down to 17k. I go to dinner with a sizeable troupe of 2p2’ers including stevepa, adanthar, mlagoo, iweargoggles, shaundeeb, wardekar, dawgz, and the latest money bags, Thayer. Dinner is a good/social/relaxing time and when I get back to the table I feel pretty at ease and am hoping to repair my stack and make a run. About 10 minutes after we get back I look down at KK in EP. I make it 1800 (same blinds, a half hour more) and the button shoves for 11,500. Blinds fold, I auto call, and he shows AK.
Flop:
A 5 3, A on the door.
Turn/river: Not a king.
Blaaaaaaaaaaaargh, like 5500 left at 3/600. I pay my blinds without a hand to jam, and as I’m about to throw the ante in for my button we are informed that the table is breaking. I am shipped over to a new table where I am obviously seated UTG. After posting my ante I have 4100 left.

The dealer throws me my first card, the Ac! Come on dealer, there’s a bunch of outs in there that give me a shoveable hand, and at these antes some might argue all of them. I look down at the 2nd, the Ad!! I jam my 4100 in the middle, and it folds to the SB who calls with QQ. My AA holds and I’m back well over 8000. I pay my blinds, after which blinds go up to 4/800 with 100 ante. I fold my button to a raise, and on the CO find QJo. The action folds to me, I jam, and pick up blinds+antes. Now I’m a bit over 10k.

I fold my HJ next hand, but in MP2 it folds to me with KQhh and I jam again. Again it folds to me and I am back around 12k. I fold for a round more until I am dealt A9o on the button. It folds to the CO with just under 8k chips, who jams. Hmm, I think this over. CO is a moderately young, European guy, who from the very limited information I had, seemed a little to loose. I ask him how loose he’s jamming, and he smiles and says “ask all them” and points at the others. They all smile. Alright, I rejam, and the blinds fold. The all in player flips up KJo, and my A9 is in front.

Flop: J 6 5, J on the door.
Turn/river: Not important. I am left with like 2400 chips with a 100 ante. I fold to raises with total junk hands until I find 67cc with 1900 left and it folds to me. I jam and run into JJ. GG me.

Yet again I found myself in the tournament with a comfortable/sizeable stack, and yet again it vanished before my eyes. I’ve been doing review sessions of my play (online) in my off time, and I feel like I’m slowing things down well on the tables and thinking over my decisions. A lot of what happened today very little could be done about on either players side of things. I attempted 2 resteals, 2 utg steals (live players hardcore fear utg raises), and a very standard amount of LP raises, if not a little less with Fillipi constantly calling/playing back. I feel I’m adjusting to live pretty well, though sometimes the slow pace, boredom, and peoples moronic [censored] can be quite bothersome.

Anyway, tomorrow is the $1500 short handed event, which I’m getting a major hard on just thinking about. I mean come on, short handed, with LIVE players? Does it get any better than that? Hopefully, tomorrow doesn’t have that strange familiar feeling…

WSOP trip report part 4, Return of the Rebuy, event 8
I had to stand in line for about 20 minutes to register for today’s 1000 rebuy’s tournament, which resulted in my being late to the table by a couple hands. I showed up to my table and looked around, mostly middle aged or old guys, and only ONE had rebought to 4k straight away. I asked the table out loud “has there been any action here or what?” and an old man jokingly replied “oh yea, tons just before you came over.”
”We’ll see if I can’t change that.”
First hand I am dealt in I’m on the button with 99. Mp2 limps, CO limps, and I jam, which seems pretty standard for me in a rebuy tournament. The blinds fold and MP2 snap calls, then CO folds. Mp2 flips up his….KK.
Flop: Q J 5
Turn: 9 DING!
River: Q
He seems VERY frustrated with me and single rebuys. I shoot up to 6k in chips (buy in+rebuy=4000) and spend the rest of the 25/50 hour desperately trying to loosen my table up to no avail. I tried to make every spew donk seeming play WITHOUT actually being a spew donk. I would raise in EP with stupid hands like Q8, I would limp behind limpers with any 2 on the button and show when I c bet 63o and it’s checked to me, I limped UTG in the dark. I would never fall in love with my hand post and for the most part, no matter how many retarded hands I showed they did not adjust.

It’s become very clear to me that with 90+ % of live players, no matter how manic you are they will just refuse to adjust. They simply believe tight/weak is right and eventually you will blow up into them and their well layed trap of waiting 3 hours to get you will come to fruition. By the 50/100 blind level I realized I really needed to slow down as raisig pre then c betting was actually fairly expensive, and people were short enough they realized they shouldn’t/couldn’t fold to the c bets as much. At this point I have about 5000. The table refuses to loosen up so I basically just go into rock mode, and if I can hit a hand I know I might actually get paid with my moderately insane image.
I lose 600 when I raise 3 weak limpers on the button with 88 and unfortunately 2 of 3 call. Flop Q53 and a super straight forward/bad player donks potish into me, I fold, and the other guy CR’s. By the time we reached the last hand before the break I was back to like 4000 and some.
The last hand I am on the CO with A9o and a fairly weak but not total spastic player limps MP2, then a INCREDIBLY AWFUL player limps hijack. I make it 550 hoping they both just give up before the break or that if the awful player calls he’ll c/f flop like normal. It folds back to MP2 who folds, but incredibly awful guy calls.

Flop: J T 8
he checks, I bet 650, he calls.
Turn: 9
Blargh. Well, I know for almost certain if he doesn’t have it he’ll fold, on the other hand this board is so ugly. Either way, I think my hands showdown value is VERY weak and this is the kind of guy who will check call a J/T/8 on this flop pretty often.
He checks, I bet 1000, he jams, I fold for my last like 1300 and he shows me KQ. Awesome.
Now that we’re on break I’m allowed to take a rebuy under 2000, plus I can take a double add on. In total I am in for $5000 and my stack goes back to 7300ish.

We come back from the break and I tighten the [censored] up and play basically honest though a little extra blind stealing because the 3 players on my left are INCREDIBLY tight/weak. One of them, during the period, tanked pre flop in an AIPF spot with KK while getting 3 to 1 vs one of the other SUPER nits. The super nit of course had AA.

A little while in, the aforementioned incredibly bad player (with the KQ) completes in the SB and I check 22 in the BB. With antes I’d likely raise him, and maybe I should have here?
Flop 2 A Q and I am perplexed. He checks, and since he just completed I really expect this to have whiffed his range so I check back praying he picks up a piece or shoots at me.
Turn: 8
He bets 600. I raise to 1800, he jams, I call.
He shows AQo, AWESOME complete.
River: 5
I am up around 11 or 12k now and feeling better about things. I continue to play a mostly straight forward but extra aggressive game, and lost about 1200 chips to a short stacks jam which I called and lost A4hh<QTo with. When the following hand came up, I have around 10-11ish k.
I hold JTo on the button. Mp2 limps, folds to me, I limp, SB completes, BB checks.
Flop: 9 8 7 two hearts, I have none.
SB checks, BB bets 500, Mp2 folds, I raise to 1700, SB folds, BB jams for 6500ish more. I obv snap call. He shows 99, not my favorite hand for him to have.
Turn: J
River: 7
*Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh* I am down to about 2800ish after this, and we go on break. When we come back blinds are 150/300 with 25 ante. Fairly soon after the break I jam A8cc in MP, and the BB calls with AJo. I turn the nut flush and am moderately back in the game. Unfortunately, roughly 18ish BB’s would be about as good as I did for the rest of the day. For quite some time I saw almost no hands until I was moved tables, where after the blinds went up and I raise-folded one hand in LP to a nit’s jam, I was starting to get short again. I paid the blinds again, then found AK utg with about 11 BB’s and jammed. A round later I found 99 in LP and jammed and was called by AK, then held. Again I am kinda back in the game and again I go super card dead, try and stay tight with my fairly awkward stealing stack, and when I do try to 3X something of medium strength some player who has been super weak wakes up with a monster and jams.

I somehow last to the dinner break like this, where after going for Indian with Steve/Sirwatts I come back from the break with like 6000 at 3/600. I pay a round of blinds/antes and go down to like 4500ish. I am at a basically new table (moved right before the break) and there are a couple nits on my left. The entire table in fact is REALLY awful outside one guy who is like, moderately awful. I jam TT in LP and get the blinds back to 5800. Next hand I jam K4hh in LP and get the blinds. It goes on like this for a while, folding for a round or two with zero legit hands, then jamming in LP with a super wide range at 10 BB’s and not being called.
Eventually Kathy Liebert gets moved to my table and she is SUUUUPER short. Early on she jams for like 1400 at 3/600 with 75 ante and the SUPER DUPER DUUUUUUPER bad BB folds for like 800 more with a gazillion to 1. This was a very old guy who was insanely bad, and was that special breed of player who managed to be WAAAAY to weak/tight and WAAAAAAAAAAAY to weak/loose at the same time. Although that makes absolutely no sense, if you’ve played much in the way of live tournaments, you know exactly what I’m talking about.

A round later the blinds go up to 4/800 and in early position Kathy liebert raises 1675 of her 1700 chips leaving one green left on her cards. A guy in seat 10 asks, in a fairly soft and quizzical nature “why didn’t you just put it in?” Kathy then takes this as some form of insult and retorts “I don’t have to put it in! This is what I want to raise” Then the dealer becomes confused “wait, is this an all in?” Then people on the table begin chiming in “well its basically an all in, it should be an all in” This goes on for quite some time with the dealer counting down her chips and people getting confused and her getting insulted then people trying to clarify with her that they weren’t trying to insult her. I stand up from the table and waltz around, telling anyone who’ll listen “this is what I [censored] hate about live poker, this is just ridiculous.” This whole matter is just so absurd, and yet it takes several minutes. Eventually some guy calls her, and on a board of like 56863 it goes check/check the whole way down and Kathy flips up TT and the guy AQhh. I guess she missed a 25 chip value bet? Who knows, it’s live, he probably would have folded.
A round later I have stolen my way up to 10500 when the SUPER DUPER DUUUUUUUUPER bad player limps UTG+3 and it folds to me on the hijack. I look down at 55. He’s limped an awful lot so it doesn’t worry me, and it seems most of his super loose awful play has been post flop and not pre. I decide with 3000 in the pot to jam. The guy on my left rejams for like 9800 and it folds back to the bad guy who folds. The guy on my left shows 66 and dominates my 55, plus he flops a set, so I am down to 700. I get 76dd the next hand and the guy on my right with 20k stack open raises to 4/800 blinds to 5000. Yes sir, I’ll take that protection. He flips, up…AA. So very well played Mr. AA. He flops a set and that’s GG for me.

I went over to the SNG area to try play one but there’s a huge line, no interest list for specific stakes, and the game that goes off is decided by asking the first person in line what they want to play. Somehow, their organization has gotten WORSE from last year when the SNG area was actually fairly efficient, so I decide to [censored] it and head up stairs to write this literal masterpiece and perhaps watch a movie or something. Last I saw sirwatts and stevepa were both still in, with stevepa having a pretty good sized stack and sirwatts shortish, but who knows.

WSOP report part 3, The Devil in Miss Elizabeth, events 3 and 5
After a quick day 2 bust out in the 5k event (that was highly uneventful seeing as I won zero chips and had nothing even close to a debatable situation) I was looking forward to what promised to be a very soft field in the Sunday $1500 PL holdem event.

My first time was highly chatty and active, with lots of limping, raising, and people stacking each other by being TOTALLY incapable of folding big pairs no matter how god awful the board was for them. I went from 3000 to 4500ish in the following hand 8 handed:

UTG folds, utg+1 calls, I call for 50 with JTss, 1 more caller, SB completes, BB checks.

Flop: As 9h Td
checks to me and I fire 175 seeing as 3 of 4 seemed very unlikely for an A having checked, and the other limpers range is huge. It folds around to the open limper, who calls.
Turn: 9s
He checks, I check back.
River: 7s, he bets 250, I raise to 800, he calls and shows AQo. Nice open limp/flop check sir.

I get moved to my 2nd table which is the same spaz fest and a round or two look down at AA. A very bad/spewy player limps for 100, I make it 400, folds to him and he calls.

Flop: Q 9 4 rainbow
he checks I fire 750, he deliberates and calls.

Turn:
He bets 2000, I jam 1200 more, he calls showing AQ and I double to 9k. Wow people love open limping AQ live. I get my stack close to 10k when the following hand comes up vs the same awful villain.
I am UTG+1 holding QQ and raise 75/150 blinds to 450. A average/badish player with also a largish stack of like 8 or 9k calls, and the bad player in the BB with about 3400 pots it, I re pot it, the other player folds (his AK) and the BB calls off the tiny amount that wasn’t in. He shows 66. Two players admit to having folded a 6. Awesome.
Board: 2 7 9 5………….8
Charming. Back to about 7ish. I play numerous small pots then find a way to get some of my chips back from the spewtard (who had obv already shipped back half to the rest of the table.
I hold 75dd at 75/150 with about 7500. UTG limps, I limp behind, 2 more limpers, SB completes, BB (spewer) checks. I don’t think this limp is feasible/profitable in most online tournaments, in this one considering nobody liked open raising, I’m pretty sure it is.
Flop: 7s 7h 8s
SB checks, BB bets out like 400, utg folds, I make it 1400, folds back to him, he jams, I call. He turns over 9T for a very much so draw, but blanks twice and I get back to 10k. Right about then I got moved tables.

I stroll over to my new table and lo and behold in seat 10 is the scourage of NVG, Shannon Elizabeth. She’s sitting with a fairly short stack, and obviously has numerous people coming over to update her stack. When she enters a pot almost assuredly some jackass with an annoying accent will say something when she bets/raises like “aww hell, yer to purty to knock out, u can have it.” She seemed nice/talkative enough though, and managed not to angle shoot anyone. This table again was extremely weak outside a solid internet player on my right, who’s online handle was something like ‘johnster’, he seemed like a cool guy. I play various small pots at this table, and lose a few chips with JJ to what I believe to be a big pair, which I will post in HSMTT. It’s been hard to find hands to post because they are often very straight forward or against total morons so very little thought process is involved. I was playing moderately loose though by no means raising every hand, and the player to my left had a huge stack and was super weak with open limps. He probably limped roughly 2/3 times a round. Unfortunately, he also reraised me pot 3 times when I opened, and showed AA twice. I know he was not bluffing the time he didn’t show. Phil Hellmuth was on the table to our left, and at one point leaped from his chair throwing it over screaming “GAAAAAAAAAHD!! HOW MANY BEATS ARE YOU GUYS GONNA PUT ON ME!??!! GAAAAAAHD!”

At this point I decided to recant what is one of the most popular stories amongst Madison poker players, perhaps Badgerpro has heard this one if he’s played some of the older guy bar games. Back in the 80’s at a cash game Phil was acting like his usual sense and one regular who’d just had enough lept up and hit him square in the face, laying Phil out over a pool table. This story comes up at least once a game, the guy who hit him is in his 40’s now and I’m pretty sure it’s the proudest moment of his life.
I continue to play and lose small pots, with no real significant or interesting spots. With no antes it really wasn’t that appropriate to play excessively loose, though I still stole blinds from a couple of the weakest players on my left. A bit later with about 9k, I raised the 1/3 blinds to 800 with KQo in MP2 or 3, and the young short stack from the JJ hand I’ll post jammed for like 1800 total a couple spots behind. Folds to me, I call, and he flips up JTss quoting “well, I can’t wait forever” He turns a flush and I’m knocked close to 7k. A couple hands later at 1/3 blinds utg limps. It folds to me in MP with AdTd and I had to deliberate. UTG has limped a couple times before, but never utg, and he seemed to be kinda considering raising then settling on limping. My stack felt awkward for raising, but folding seemed nity, so I limped back. The guy behind me limps, then the short stack with 600 behind him goes all in. Shannon calls, the SB calls, folds, UTG calls and its back to me. At this point I’m now sure UTG doesn’t have it as he woulda iso’d so I pot it. Everyone folds out (obv) and I have the short stack all in, unfortunately he has JJ. Then two guys admit to folding A’s. Awesome. The table looks at me like I’m crazy. Tony Ma in seat one goes “what are you doing!??” I roll my eyes and say “indeed, what am I doing?”
“What ARE you doing?” he repeats. I laugh at him, he laughs at me, and the J’s hold. Tony Ma apparently has a reputation for giving dealers a hard time, and his shot at me would not be forgotten.
A round or two later a hand is dealt out and there is action in progress. As they are close to going to the flop, the dealer drops a card in the muck and fails to realize it, then it gets mixed in. Tony Ma remarks “wait, there’s an extra card in the muck!!” The dealer asks if anyone saw the card, they did not. He asks if anyone knows which it is, they don’t. Since little can be done, there’s already been action, and nobody has seen the card, the dealer is about to deal the flop but Tony Ma insists on stopping the action and getting a floor ruling. As a guy who normally 8 tables online with zero stoppage, having some [censored] halt the game so he can get a ruling that is a 1 billion % foregone conclusion is incredibly annoying. The floor comes over, asks the obvious questions, then says “well guys, sorry, but given that theirs action we’re just gonna have to deal it, hope that’s not a huge deal.”
I look up at him and with a half smile say “Sir, I am outraged” the table laughs but he takes me serious “You are?” I break into laughter, “no I’m not serious man. If I’m outraged at anything it’s that some jerk off can call you over for a totally foregone conclusion when you very likely have better things to do.” The table laughs, the dealer laughs, the floorman laughs, but Tony Ma is unamused.

A bit after this “Devil Fish” David Ulliot came over to the table and began blatantly hitting on Shannon Elizabeth and asking her to come to dinner. She at first begins with some excuse about perhaps still being in the tournament, not sure when we’re getting done, even though they had already told us. He continues to spit his game, telling her about the various places he’ll take her. She seems to reluctantly agree, and says “why don’t you give me your number, and I’ll call you when I’m all set here.” He gives it to her and she punches it in to her phone. Hmm, I seem to recall this trick from my single days. Well done Devil Fish, I certainly hope at your age I still have the stamina to be tournament poker player, and a guy who harasses C movie stars half my age for what will be an incredibly awkward and platonic evening.

After the Devilfish leaves, I witnessed what was the two most retarded folds I’ve ever seen in my life IN THE SAME [censored] HAND. The action goes as follows. A short stack on the CO raises to 800, Shannon calls on the button, SB folds, BB calls.
Flop: Jh 9c 3h
BB checks, short stack bets pot leaving himself 300 chips. Shannon then calls, then looks over at his stack and goes “oh, oops, if I’d known you only had 300 left I would have just put you in, sorry.” The BB also calls.
Turn: 5h
The BB leads 2000. The shortstack deliberates THEN FOLDS. “Might be a bad play” he says “but I’m still in the tournament.” 4 to 1 this guy wins a bracelet before me. Now on to Shannon, who thinks things over and shoves for 3000 more. The BB looks saddened, then lifts his cards up to look at them. The guy on his left catches a look and his eyes nearly explode. The BB reluctantly folds, and Shannon drags a nice pot. The guy on his left FREAKS, “he just folded a queen high flush!!” The table looks at him and he shrugs, mumbling something about probably being beat. Shannon thinks he’s lying until we tell her the guy on the left actually saw it. She finds this quite enjoyable.
A round or two later the blinds go up to 200/400 and I have around 5500. It folds to the hijack, captain fold Q high flush, who raises to 1200. It folds to me in the BB with AKo, and I repot for most of my stack. He goes all in and flips up AKhh.
Flop: 8d Th Qh
turn: 6h
Awesome. GG ladies and gents, at least I was busted by a true expert who completely outplayed me.
I get to sleep at a good hour that night after a cigar and drinks with friends, and wake up fairly refreshed for today’s 1500 limit event.

Could I write up a whole bunch of fairly pointless and straight forward hands from the limit tournament? Sure, but it wouldn’t be very interesting. I faced almost zero real decisions outside one hand where I made a thin turn value bet on a scary board and checked back on the river deciding it was very unlikely a worse hand called 2 bets and there was a [censored] ton that beat me, and my hand was good. I managed to fairly quickly 3X my stack again trough finding some good hands (AA for good pot, two pair) and playing tight. In limit tournaments, your ability to be creative is almost zero, and in ones where people play bad and hand you chips by constantly flat calling out of position or open limping you just can’t get that out of line. My descent started when I raised AA in EP, and the BB was only caller.
Flop: K 8 2, with two hearts and I had Ah
Check/bet/raise/3 bet/call.
Turn: 5h
he donk bets, I call.
River: Td
He bets, I call he shows 79hh.

Later I raised AKo utg+2, and MP2 3 bet me (“Sooners” online, a very nice and fun guy at the table) and it folded around, I 4 bet he called.
Flop: 8 7 6 two clubs, I have none
I bet he raises I call
Turn: 5c
I check he bets I fold.

After that nothing interesting happened in the least. As Sooner’s can tell you if he replies I basically lost my chips a little at a time, raising pre and perhaps being 3 bet and whiffing completely, paying blinds, etc.
I went bust by raising AQ at 1400 to 600 at 150/300 in MP1 and an aggro player on my left made it 3 bets. It folded back to me and its obv going in so I make it 4 bets, he calls, and I bet the rest in the dark. He calls with 99 and it holds and that’s another GG no cash thanks and GL guys.

So I’m 3 events and 8k in and so far zero cashes in what has been very weak fields, so it’s a little frustrating considering how easy it is to go deep once a day online. Tomorrow is the 1k holdem rebuys which had 450 entrants when I went to the booth tonight so should be huge/weak field. Hopefully I get to some monsterous spew monkey like Negreanu’s table and am the benefactor of his 48 rebuys or whatever sick amount he does. So that’s all in this major TL DR trip report, I’ll write the next in a couple days after various interesting [censored] has happened.