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WSOP Trip Report part 11, Planes Trains and 3 outers, Event 30
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By Bond18
on 06/27/2007
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read Bond18's complete blog
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On Friday afternoon I left for the Vegas airport for my 6:30pm flight that would touch down in Milwaukee a little before midnight. When I got to the airport I was informed the flight was delayed 3 hours due to technical problems. Perfect, three hours, just enough time that going back to the hotel would be pointless, especially considering taxi costs, and enough time that sitting for an airport in that period is worse than a Chinese water torture. In consolation, Midwest gave me a $75 voucher for my next flight. The value of 3 hours of my time> $75. I went upstairs and to my elation found a Barnes & Noble in the airport and bought a couple books that managed to make 3 hours, plus the flight itself, slip by almost unnoticed. When I finally got to Milwaukee at around 3:15am I show up to the apartment to find my roommate has disconnected the phone, internet, and just about everything else, seeing as he is in Vegas for the whole 6 weeks. There’s also no food in the fridge and the apartment feels like a sauna. I had to be up by noon and with the two hour jet lag plus hunger I wasn’t able to actually fall asleep till about 6am.
That Saturday I had the chance to see friends and family for the first time in over half a year. Talking to old college friends is always a little awkward as the conversation will inevitably go something like:
Bond: “Hey (old friend), how’s it going?”
Friend: “Great man, I haven’t seen you in forever.”
Bond: “Yea well, ya know. So what are you up to these days? School?”
Friend: “Right, yep, classes, school, almost done. How about you?”
Bond: “Um, traveling the world playing poker I guess?”
How the [censored] am I supposed to say something like that without sounding incredibly arrogant? Once naturally conversation has become highly difficult as I attempt to avoid inadvertently trivializing how they’ve spent their time. I’m sure a lot of you guys can probably relate on some level.
My parents were nice enough to drive me back from Madison to Milwaukee on Sunday instead of my taking the bus as planned. Unfortunately, well checking for my ticket my mom realized that I had accidentally booked for a return flight of July 17 instead of June 17. I immediately called the people I booked with, Travelocity, to see what they could do about this. Their answer was that since they sent me a paper ticket (which was my only option at that point in time) that there was zero they could do and I’d have to talk to the airlines at the airport. Fine, [censored] it, whatever, let’s go to the airport and see what they can do.
I get to the airport, and wait through a 15 minute line to the desk of the airline I was with, Frontier, to ask them about my options. They tell me that their Vegas flight tonight is fully booked, over booked in fact, and that there’s nothing they can do for me. I ask them if they mind checking who else as flights to Vegas that night, and they inform me Midwest has a 9:30pm direct flight that might be open. Okay, fine, I go to find out what Midwest can do for me. I wait in line with Midwest for 15 minutes, and they inform me they do in fact have a flight tonight with two seats left, and that a ticket will be $575. That’s [censored] absurd for a one way flight to Vegas, I tell them I’m going to go ask Frontier if they have anything for the next day since I have a ticket with them anyways that will hopefully make it a lot cheaper. I go back to the frontier line, wait another 10 minutes, and ask them about what my options are for tomorrow. They inform me that they in fact have a 6am flight with seats open. Hmm, If I went back to the apartment and slept for a while now (and I was in fact exhausted, having not gotten a decent nights rest in about 3 days) I could wake up in time, come to the airport, sleep some more on the plane and be in Vegas well ahead of time for the $2500 6 max event, which I wanted to play so very bad. I ask frontier what the extra on top will be if I take this option, which includes deducting the value of the ticket I already have and a fee on top for changing flights. Total: $458. Get the [censored] out of here, that’ll save me about $40 over the United option and I have to totally [censored] my sleep up plus its not even a direct flight. I go back to the United desk, and thank god there’s no line. I tell the lady at the counter I guess I’ll take the 9:30 flight tonight and check in as well. While attempting to book this flight the computer somehow ‘breaks.’ She absolutely could not figure out what was wrong, apparently it just wasn’t letting her make the booking. Were I a suspicious man I’d take the hint by now that I shouldn’t be going to Vegas. [censored] you superstition, I am playing that $2500 6 max if it kills me. The desk lady messes with the computer for 15 minutes, then calls her co worker over. Upon messing with the computer for 5 minutes the co worker mutters “Giiiiiiiirl, what the hell you do to this thing?” She can’t figure it out either. Finally they call the supervisor over, who recognizes the problem after another 5 minutes. The first desk woman looks up at my apologetically “I’m sorry, it’s my first week here.”
I finally get back to the Rio hotel around 11pm Vegas time. I walk down to the cage and register for tomorrows $2500 6 max. I call down to the front desk and order a wake up call as usual, and then quickly fall asleep.
At some point in the morning the alarm clock goes off and begins playing rap music. I roll over in bed and stare at the clock, it says 12:00. FUUUUCK!! Did I oversleep? No wait, I ordered a wake up call, I don’t remember anything about an alarm. I smash the top of the alarm and decide I better turn my computer on to double check. Nope, computer says 10:10, I still have time to sleep, God knows what the alarm was all about. I fall back asleep and have the same nightmare I always have, that I’m back in school. Since leaving school I can honestly say I don’t remember having a nightmare that wasn’t school related. Suddenly I’m woken up again, I think by the noise coming from the room next to me. I walk over to the computer and flick the mouse so the screen comes up and I can check the time; 12:20. FUUUUUUUUUUCK!!! I really did oversleep! I start sprinting for the dresser and trying to throw pants on when it hits me, the computer is on Central time, it’s actually 10:20. My morning disorientation robbed my brain of this realization until I had a leg in my jeans. I collapse back into bed refusing to wake up for anything but a call from my favorite automated lady.
When the automated lady finally does beckon me to consciousness I could already feel the excitement for the event. Live 6 max is really just about as sweet as it gets, as very few players adjust properly. We start the event with a $5000 bank and 25/50 blinds.
My first table looks pretty soft. Only one other guy who is young and he seems pretty tight and straight forward. There was one point in one of the first rounds where I played 10 or 11 straight hands as I kept getting hands of medium quality but were certainly raiseable; KJ, QJ, 77, 87ss, AThh, A9hh, etc etc. After this stretch of cards the table thinks I’m basically a total lag and I’ve lost 75 chips. The table is pretty social and gregarious and we’re having a fun time when a 30ish English guy sits down on my immediate left after the previous player there busted. The English guy definitely seems like a recreational player, but not full on retard or anything. He tells me about how at his previous table, he raised AK, got reraised small and called. The flop came A67 and he lead into the guy who shoved on him and he folded. Okay then, I know he can make nit folds. He has no idea about my image, and the time he was there I was actually quite tight as I was being dealt very obvious folding type hands. At one point during 50/100 the BB has stepped up to take a phone call or something, and the SB is very weak tight. It folds to me on the CO with about a 5k stack; the Englishman has a comparable one. I look down at 4d 5h and decide with a missing blind and a SB who won’t get stubborn, I have only the Redcoat to worry about, and raise to 250. Redcoat decides to flat call on the button and the SB folds.
Flop: Jh 7h 3h
I bet 350, the Englishman thinks only briefly, and calls.
Turn: 8d
I was going to check-fold a lot of turns, but this card seems pretty good in terms of giving me extra outs. I also think if he has a medium quality flush draw he’ll likely give up to a decent bet at this point. I don’t know why he wouldn’t raise the flop with a J unless he has like JcKh but otherwise I think I get quite a few folds here. I decide to bet 700, and he thinks it over a bit before calling.
River: Kc
Hmm, that’s an okay bluff card. If he puts me on like AK trying to push him out he might make another nit fold, and if he had a flush draw he’ll give up now. Obviously I can never win by checking. I bet 1500. The Redcoat now tanks longer than anyone has tanked on me in the entire series. Minutes go by as I casually sit in my chair flipping my chips about, as he counts and recounts his stack, stares at me, and rubs his hands all over his head. Eventually, seat 1 calls the clock on him and the floor is brought over to time him. Half way into his minute and ten second count down he pushes his hand into the muck and mumbles about very possibly laying down the best hand. I’m now up to around 7000.
Soon afterwards our table breaks and I find myself seated across from Colson10. A few rounds into my stay at the table a hand comes up where UTG+1 (weak/station) open limps for 100, and on the CO Colson shoves for 2050. Button folds and I’m sitting in the SB with about 7200. I tank for a while on my decision, and deciding that I just can’t see him doing this with JJ I make the call. The limper folds and Colson flips up AhJh. A J on the turn keeps Colson in the game and another good player at the table. A couple rounds after that another hand which is posted in HSMTT comes up that goes down as follows. I am holding Ad 4d UTG+1 with about 5k in my stack, Colson has about 4200 in the SB. Button and BB are both weak/stations with about 8 or 9k.
Preflop: UTG folds, I raise to 300, CO folds, button calls, Colson calls, BB calls.
Flop: Qh 6h 4c
Checks around.
Turn: Ac
Colson checks, BB checks, I bet 750 (should be a little more), button calls, Colson shoves for 3100 more, BB folds. I now tank for the longest I have in any hand of the WSOP and try to put the pieces together. I eventually decide that I just don’t think with both of us that Colson expects to get a fold, and I’m not sure he thinks I can lay down AK here, and give up my hand. Button also folds. I talk to Colson about the hand later and he tells me he had AQ and I don’t have any reason to think he’s misleading me. Both of those hands are up for discussion in HSMTT.
Soon after I get moved tables again where I find myself seated next to a European player I had played a bit before in a much earlier event. We go on break and when we come back I lose 1200 chips raising KJ pre flop and C betting an Axx flop vs a older English guy who immediately check shoves and shows AQss when I fold. I am down to about 4400 when the following hand comes:
100/200 blinds, I hold AQo in the BB. SB is the Euro guy who has about 6k.
Preflop: Folds to SB, SB completes. Hero raises to 600, SB looks over at my stack, grabs a bunch of his big chips and throws them out. I decide there’s no [censored] way he completed AK here vs a player he knows to be aggressive and jam, and he has a very clear pot odds call. SB rolls over A9o.
Flop: 3 3 3
Turn: J
I tell the dealer to “keep it low please.”
River: 9
NOT THAT [censored] LOW ONE! I politely shake hands with the Euro player and wish him good luck, then spend the rest of my day likely annoying people with my complaining. After getting some lunch with Dawgz/War Dekar I get back to my room and find myself so exhausted I collapse into the bed and instantly pass out into a coma. I guess my bodies exhaustion from the travel/lack of sleep/losing finally caught up with me and decided to just flick the off switch.
Tomorrow is the $5000 heads up tournament at the WSOP which I have less than zero interest in playing. Bellagio is running a $2500 tournament at 1pm, which is great because I can both sleep late and walk around the Bellagio in my suit pretending to be a smarmy Oceans 11esque prick. See you guys at the Bellagio tomorrow I guess.
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