Vegas Diary III - Avoiding the Madness
Day 3
$1000 NLHE with rebuys.
Those two little words "with rebuys" almost stopped me playing this event. All those sponsored players and stinking rich dot com zillionaires have such an advantage in an event like this as they try to buy a bracelet by having 276 rebuys each. I heard a story that David Williams actually played his first few hands blind in order to get some action. How sick is that at a grand a pop?
But I'm a sicko (copyrite W Purle) and I'm only here for 9 days so I wasn't going to miss the party. I decided to limit myself to 2 rebuys however. (What price that went out of the window after a couple of bad beats?)
I actually found a pretty sane starting table. Kathy Liebert and David Levi were the only "names" there but whiule both were prepared to gamble dring the rebuys niether played recklessly. I actually started the tournament on fire. I was on the bb for the first hand and proceeded to flop the stone cold nuts in 3 of the first four hands. J8 (Flop 79T); KT (Flop KKT) and J9 (Flop 8TQ). Obviously I was rueful I wasn't on a table with Negreanu, Ivey or Lindgren then... I probably would have quintupled my chips in the right spot. But I moved from 1000 to 2300 so I couldn't be unhappy.
I played unbeleieveably tight for the rebuy period thereafter. I managed to double up via Ms Liebert with AA v TT and was sitting very comfortably with 4500.
Barny Boatman joined our table shortly before the end of the rebuys and I managed to piss him off. Barny was near the button when a limpathon occurred. About 5 players called the $50 bb and Barny proceeded to raise it up quite substantially getting one caller. The flop came rags, and it was checked through the streets. Barny showed 63 spades and won the pot with a lowly pair of threes.
I couldn't resist sticking my oar in: "You can tell he's not paying his own rebuys, raising with that filth". I knew full well he was just making a move to try and pick up the 350 in dead money in the pot and was just teasing, but Barny seemed to get the hump anyway. Oh well.
Just before the end of the rebuys I fucked up. Not badly, but it was a fuck up nonetheless. I had approaching 5000 when the nearest thing to a maniac on my table raised my blind. He made 200 to go and I called with 88. The flop came J52. I checked and he bet 500 leaving himself with about 900. I set him in, reasoning he was just trying to buy chips. Uh oh, he had the boots and I was back down to 3000. I was more than comfortable with 5000 so why did I bother gambling? Because I'm a sicko? Probably.
Frustrated with myself I took one of the available 2 addons to end the rebuys with 4000. Not bad, but it should have better.
Immediately on returning from the break my table was broken and I moved into a fascinating spot. Devilfish was there with a mountain of chips, as were John Law, my nieghbour from Teesside and Paul Leckey. Two yanks of interest were there too
: John Murphy, the very young geezer who played so well in the main event last year, leading for much of the way until he got busted by a very questionable call from Matt Dean in about 14th. The other guy I didn't recpognise but he introduced himself in a very whiny voice with this exchange after seeing my camel I protect my cards with:
"Are you the Camel from Pokerstars?"
"It depends who's asking"
"I'm Stevebets, you play me heads up matches alot"
"Oh right, hello"
"Why do you trash talk me and abuse me?"
Now this was complete bollocks. If I did trash talk him, it was because he is a whinging prat who moans all the fucking time when he loses. But I have never, in my recollection trash talked to him, even though he probably deserves it.
"I never have."
Devilfish came to the rescue and said something like "I know Keith and he's a good kid, he wouldn't abuse anyone" Ha ha.
"It must have been someone else using your account then".
Righty ho.
Let's get on with the game.
I stood still for about 30 minutes when the key hand came up.
With blinds of 50-100 I raised to 350 Under the gun with AQ.
Five callers!
John Murphy in the bb now moved in for 2100 more.
Hmmm. The easy play here is to pass, but from having seen Murphy in action last year and in the 30 minutes I had been at his table I *knew* he was capable of making this move with a huge range of holdings, many of which were huge underdog to AQ.
I pushed in to protect my hand from any other callers.
Murphy had TT and won the race.
Bollocks.
I hung around for another hour trying to find a spot, and eventually got allin with 22 against Devilfish's A7. He turned an ace.
C'est le vie.
A bit pissed off I mooched around for the rest of the day. Played a couple of single table satellites. The standard in these has been unbelieveably weak. If I was dedicated I would put some hours in and try and win my way into these expensive tournaments, maybe I will do so later in the week.
I watched a bit of the $2500 short handed final. Two brits made th big dance. Dave Barnes, who I gave a big up to in Card Player the other month. Great to see him take no shit from the Yanks and score a nioce payday. And Harry Demetriou who played some superb poker until getting chinned heads up. Nothing to be ashamed about Harry, it was a stunning performance, the bracelet will come soon.
11pm saw me have another go at the late night tournament. I don't know why I bothered. I knew I was still a bit tilty still. I made a move after 10 minutes with Q3, as you do, and walked into a set oif nines, as you do also.
Day 4
Decided to have a day off poker except for the customary hour of heads up on 'Stars. The run went on (I know, get it quietly) I won all 6 heads up matches I played and nicked $4200 less the juice.
Played golf with Andy Church (who won the big event at the Vic at the last festival) and an American friend of ours, Rich.
Rich used to be an odds maker for a casino sports book and has been around Vegas poker for over 30 years. He told us some fantastic tales of Jack Strauss, Stu Ungar and Doyle Brunson, but I am going to keep them for Cardplayer! Sorry.
Anyways, we played a 12 hole par 3 course at Angel Park. I hadn't played golf for a couple of years and was pretty rusty, but I managed to wangle a favourable handicap and nicked $50. Woo hoo.
A very enjoyable day.
I intended on going to the Rio to buy in for the $2000 no limit tomorrow, but I was so knackered I fell straight into bed at 5pm and slept solid for 12 hours.
Let's hop there isn't an enormous queue to buyin this morning.
$1000 NLHE with rebuys.
Those two little words "with rebuys" almost stopped me playing this event. All those sponsored players and stinking rich dot com zillionaires have such an advantage in an event like this as they try to buy a bracelet by having 276 rebuys each. I heard a story that David Williams actually played his first few hands blind in order to get some action. How sick is that at a grand a pop?
But I'm a sicko (copyrite W Purle) and I'm only here for 9 days so I wasn't going to miss the party. I decided to limit myself to 2 rebuys however. (What price that went out of the window after a couple of bad beats?)
I actually found a pretty sane starting table. Kathy Liebert and David Levi were the only "names" there but whiule both were prepared to gamble dring the rebuys niether played recklessly. I actually started the tournament on fire. I was on the bb for the first hand and proceeded to flop the stone cold nuts in 3 of the first four hands. J8 (Flop 79T); KT (Flop KKT) and J9 (Flop 8TQ). Obviously I was rueful I wasn't on a table with Negreanu, Ivey or Lindgren then... I probably would have quintupled my chips in the right spot. But I moved from 1000 to 2300 so I couldn't be unhappy.
I played unbeleieveably tight for the rebuy period thereafter. I managed to double up via Ms Liebert with AA v TT and was sitting very comfortably with 4500.
Barny Boatman joined our table shortly before the end of the rebuys and I managed to piss him off. Barny was near the button when a limpathon occurred. About 5 players called the $50 bb and Barny proceeded to raise it up quite substantially getting one caller. The flop came rags, and it was checked through the streets. Barny showed 63 spades and won the pot with a lowly pair of threes.
I couldn't resist sticking my oar in: "You can tell he's not paying his own rebuys, raising with that filth". I knew full well he was just making a move to try and pick up the 350 in dead money in the pot and was just teasing, but Barny seemed to get the hump anyway. Oh well.
Just before the end of the rebuys I fucked up. Not badly, but it was a fuck up nonetheless. I had approaching 5000 when the nearest thing to a maniac on my table raised my blind. He made 200 to go and I called with 88. The flop came J52. I checked and he bet 500 leaving himself with about 900. I set him in, reasoning he was just trying to buy chips. Uh oh, he had the boots and I was back down to 3000. I was more than comfortable with 5000 so why did I bother gambling? Because I'm a sicko? Probably.
Frustrated with myself I took one of the available 2 addons to end the rebuys with 4000. Not bad, but it should have better.
Immediately on returning from the break my table was broken and I moved into a fascinating spot. Devilfish was there with a mountain of chips, as were John Law, my nieghbour from Teesside and Paul Leckey. Two yanks of interest were there too
: John Murphy, the very young geezer who played so well in the main event last year, leading for much of the way until he got busted by a very questionable call from Matt Dean in about 14th. The other guy I didn't recpognise but he introduced himself in a very whiny voice with this exchange after seeing my camel I protect my cards with:
"Are you the Camel from Pokerstars?"
"It depends who's asking"
"I'm Stevebets, you play me heads up matches alot"
"Oh right, hello"
"Why do you trash talk me and abuse me?"
Now this was complete bollocks. If I did trash talk him, it was because he is a whinging prat who moans all the fucking time when he loses. But I have never, in my recollection trash talked to him, even though he probably deserves it.
"I never have."
Devilfish came to the rescue and said something like "I know Keith and he's a good kid, he wouldn't abuse anyone" Ha ha.
"It must have been someone else using your account then".
Righty ho.
Let's get on with the game.
I stood still for about 30 minutes when the key hand came up.
With blinds of 50-100 I raised to 350 Under the gun with AQ.
Five callers!
John Murphy in the bb now moved in for 2100 more.
Hmmm. The easy play here is to pass, but from having seen Murphy in action last year and in the 30 minutes I had been at his table I *knew* he was capable of making this move with a huge range of holdings, many of which were huge underdog to AQ.
I pushed in to protect my hand from any other callers.
Murphy had TT and won the race.
Bollocks.
I hung around for another hour trying to find a spot, and eventually got allin with 22 against Devilfish's A7. He turned an ace.
C'est le vie.
A bit pissed off I mooched around for the rest of the day. Played a couple of single table satellites. The standard in these has been unbelieveably weak. If I was dedicated I would put some hours in and try and win my way into these expensive tournaments, maybe I will do so later in the week.
I watched a bit of the $2500 short handed final. Two brits made th big dance. Dave Barnes, who I gave a big up to in Card Player the other month. Great to see him take no shit from the Yanks and score a nioce payday. And Harry Demetriou who played some superb poker until getting chinned heads up. Nothing to be ashamed about Harry, it was a stunning performance, the bracelet will come soon.
11pm saw me have another go at the late night tournament. I don't know why I bothered. I knew I was still a bit tilty still. I made a move after 10 minutes with Q3, as you do, and walked into a set oif nines, as you do also.
Day 4
Decided to have a day off poker except for the customary hour of heads up on 'Stars. The run went on (I know, get it quietly) I won all 6 heads up matches I played and nicked $4200 less the juice.
Played golf with Andy Church (who won the big event at the Vic at the last festival) and an American friend of ours, Rich.
Rich used to be an odds maker for a casino sports book and has been around Vegas poker for over 30 years. He told us some fantastic tales of Jack Strauss, Stu Ungar and Doyle Brunson, but I am going to keep them for Cardplayer! Sorry.
Anyways, we played a 12 hole par 3 course at Angel Park. I hadn't played golf for a couple of years and was pretty rusty, but I managed to wangle a favourable handicap and nicked $50. Woo hoo.
A very enjoyable day.
I intended on going to the Rio to buy in for the $2000 no limit tomorrow, but I was so knackered I fell straight into bed at 5pm and slept solid for 12 hours.
Let's hop there isn't an enormous queue to buyin this morning.
6 Comments:
Camel in dodgy golf handicap shock, some things never change. Good luck,
BP
Are you selling a piece of urself for the biggie Keith?
great to have the camel back and posting. good luck in the next events!
Good luck in the next event you play Keith. On another note, do you want to play the bsq bubble tourney this Sunday that you 'won' a seat for, or would you like to pass to on to someone else?. If you wanna pass it on, may I recommend Ian Bradley, who is also out there in Vegas. He played for CT Law at the last one and moneyed. If he's not otherwise engaged then I'm sure he'd be delighted to take your place.
jr@bluesq.com
I nerer talk trash but........he deserved it...
Do you not recognize your own ridiculous double standard hypocrisy?
Do you not understand the English language?
The "if" was conditional: eg "if QPR had won the Championship last season they would have been promoted".
If I had trash talked him he would have deserved it. But, I didn't. Comprehend?
I'm sure you can do Englsh courses online.
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