Busted the main early today, standard spot I guess.
Pretty bummed.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Monday, July 6, 2009
SEX CAULDRON!!! - I thought they closed that place down!!!!!!
Played the Main Event today.
Arrived late, rego'd, missing about 40min of level one, which didnt really matter.
I didnt recognise anyone at my table, but quickly it became clear there was no one who I could point at and call a spastic. This enraged me, as I had been looking forward to a fairly easy day of poker.
First hand I involve myself in I make an ace-high call down after saying "well you've either rivered the nut straight or I win". I didn't win.
Next two hands I played went in similar fashion, before I rivered the nut straight against some guy eh eh eh... Basically every hand I played in the first level the other ppl got there; was pretty frustrating, and I went to the first break with around 27k.
I played a hand fairly poorly with TT from the SB which cost me about 5000 chips, and bled in general throughout session two. I became quite disheartened with how my day was going, and played a little too loose I guess, but we were so deep and the hands I was playing were excellent speculator hands, I just couldn't get near a flop. I went to the second break with 18xxx.
The third sesion, things started to turn around. I flopped a set of queens and got a bit of value, and then flopped TPTK with AK and more value ensued. Sickly disappointing to get no value from a set of sevens against the two most aggressive players on the table. I double barrelled a guy in a good spot with air, and went to dinner with 29975.
My positivity and productive play continued in session four, as I picked up a few small pots and busted a shortstack QQ>AQ. I reached 40,000 before losing around 12k with bullets to a guy with a set. Was a little pissed off, and lost another few thousand in the coming minutes raising pre, getting called, and bet/folding flops. In the last hand before the fourth break, it was folded to me in the SB, i have AsAc and raise, the BB defends, and we see a flop of KQ4ccc. All the chips go in, and he has the 98cc. I dont get there obviously, and I trudge off to the break with 4500 chips left, pretty dejected and sad. I had dreamt of playing the WSOP Main event for years, and seeing my maiden attempt at it pan out like it did was pretty soul-crushing.
I chugged a beer at the break and wondered how well I could flip my remaining 11bb in the final session. I did not have to wait very long to find out. My table broke before a hand was dealt, and I moved to table 2, heart of the noob territories. I folded for an orbit before shipping my last paltry 3550 in with KK and getting a double up from 22.
I re-ship on some losers who appear to believe that 4.5-6.0x raises pre are the norm, and suddenly have 11k or so. I hover around this mark until the last 20 minutes of the day, where I raise every hand that is folded to me and chip up to my final standing of 21,500 chips.
We resume day two on Wednesday, with blinds to re-commence at a manageable 250/500-50.
Overall, I didnt play my absolute A-Game I don't think, which is extremely disappointing, but I certainly did not play badly. Pretty sure a lot of ppl would have busted given my run of cards/spots today; so I guess being alive is something chip and a chair yada yada.
Going to play golf at Wolf Creek tomorrow (http://www.golfwolfcreek.com/sites/courses/layout9.asp?id=589&page=31516), which we have all been looking forward to for months now; hopefully I play well there.
Hope all is well back home.
Arrived late, rego'd, missing about 40min of level one, which didnt really matter.
I didnt recognise anyone at my table, but quickly it became clear there was no one who I could point at and call a spastic. This enraged me, as I had been looking forward to a fairly easy day of poker.
First hand I involve myself in I make an ace-high call down after saying "well you've either rivered the nut straight or I win". I didn't win.
Next two hands I played went in similar fashion, before I rivered the nut straight against some guy eh eh eh... Basically every hand I played in the first level the other ppl got there; was pretty frustrating, and I went to the first break with around 27k.
I played a hand fairly poorly with TT from the SB which cost me about 5000 chips, and bled in general throughout session two. I became quite disheartened with how my day was going, and played a little too loose I guess, but we were so deep and the hands I was playing were excellent speculator hands, I just couldn't get near a flop. I went to the second break with 18xxx.
The third sesion, things started to turn around. I flopped a set of queens and got a bit of value, and then flopped TPTK with AK and more value ensued. Sickly disappointing to get no value from a set of sevens against the two most aggressive players on the table. I double barrelled a guy in a good spot with air, and went to dinner with 29975.
My positivity and productive play continued in session four, as I picked up a few small pots and busted a shortstack QQ>AQ. I reached 40,000 before losing around 12k with bullets to a guy with a set. Was a little pissed off, and lost another few thousand in the coming minutes raising pre, getting called, and bet/folding flops. In the last hand before the fourth break, it was folded to me in the SB, i have AsAc and raise, the BB defends, and we see a flop of KQ4ccc. All the chips go in, and he has the 98cc. I dont get there obviously, and I trudge off to the break with 4500 chips left, pretty dejected and sad. I had dreamt of playing the WSOP Main event for years, and seeing my maiden attempt at it pan out like it did was pretty soul-crushing.
I chugged a beer at the break and wondered how well I could flip my remaining 11bb in the final session. I did not have to wait very long to find out. My table broke before a hand was dealt, and I moved to table 2, heart of the noob territories. I folded for an orbit before shipping my last paltry 3550 in with KK and getting a double up from 22.
I re-ship on some losers who appear to believe that 4.5-6.0x raises pre are the norm, and suddenly have 11k or so. I hover around this mark until the last 20 minutes of the day, where I raise every hand that is folded to me and chip up to my final standing of 21,500 chips.
We resume day two on Wednesday, with blinds to re-commence at a manageable 250/500-50.
Overall, I didnt play my absolute A-Game I don't think, which is extremely disappointing, but I certainly did not play badly. Pretty sure a lot of ppl would have busted given my run of cards/spots today; so I guess being alive is something chip and a chair yada yada.
Going to play golf at Wolf Creek tomorrow (http://www.golfwolfcreek.com/sites/courses/layout9.asp?id=589&page=31516), which we have all been looking forward to for months now; hopefully I play well there.
Hope all is well back home.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
If it bleeds, we can kill it.
Punty messaged me early (late) this afternoon to see if I was doing anything. My plan was to wake up fairly early so I would be in a good spot to get a decent sleep before the Main Event. Obviously I sleep like 11 hours and get up at 5pm. I informed Punty that doing something was not especially on my agenda. He suggested dinner followed by "Love" - the Cirque De Soleil show inspired by The Beatles.
I pondered his suggestion for some time.
Eventually yielding to his request, I put a non-tshirt on and proceeded to The Mirage where we were met by Puzz, LuckyShades, and Dan Neilson (for whom a nickname has not yet been put forth - the leading contender is "bubbleboy"). We ate at "Samba" - a Brazilian BBQ joint which was pretty good; there is something about all-you-can-eat places that just keep carving huge bits of meat for you at the table.
Dan lost yet another creditcard roulette, even when we ran it twice (obv nickname has to be "Lucky" or something), and, still having time before the show, we got a few drinks at the uber-chic bar outside the theatre. I obv win the scissors/paper/rock battles and drink for free, and we proceed to the show. We had fairly good seats, the show was 360-degree so there probably weren't any bad seats in the house really.
The show was excellent, and could be enjoyed even by people who weren't Beatles fans in my opinion. Slightly less acrobatics than "Ka", but I actually understood the story of this one.
We drank some more at a sports bar in The Mirage cleverly named "The Sports Bar", and I again prevailed in the S/P/R battles, before we eventually parted ways and I came home.
I was (kinda) greeted by some new people that Tony brought to the house; pretty sure this takes the count to like 450. They failed to inroduce themselves which was not a total surprise and I had just settled into bed when I heard the jacuzzi fire up. Obviously, given I am playing the main soon, this did not sit particularly well with me, luckily, after informing them that any noise of any kind would not be tolerated, peace and quiet has since ensued. Pretty uhappy that all of Tony's guests so far have pretty much treated the joint like their own personal hotel room, and Tony's apparent indifference to the way everyone in the house feels about the situation has really surprised me; I guess you don't really know a person until you have lived with them etc etc etc.
Really psyched about the Main Event tomorrow, I have literally dreamed of it the last few nights. Hopefully I can play my best and the results look after themselves.
Hope all is well back home.
I pondered his suggestion for some time.
Eventually yielding to his request, I put a non-tshirt on and proceeded to The Mirage where we were met by Puzz, LuckyShades, and Dan Neilson (for whom a nickname has not yet been put forth - the leading contender is "bubbleboy"). We ate at "Samba" - a Brazilian BBQ joint which was pretty good; there is something about all-you-can-eat places that just keep carving huge bits of meat for you at the table.
Dan lost yet another creditcard roulette, even when we ran it twice (obv nickname has to be "Lucky" or something), and, still having time before the show, we got a few drinks at the uber-chic bar outside the theatre. I obv win the scissors/paper/rock battles and drink for free, and we proceed to the show. We had fairly good seats, the show was 360-degree so there probably weren't any bad seats in the house really.
The show was excellent, and could be enjoyed even by people who weren't Beatles fans in my opinion. Slightly less acrobatics than "Ka", but I actually understood the story of this one.
We drank some more at a sports bar in The Mirage cleverly named "The Sports Bar", and I again prevailed in the S/P/R battles, before we eventually parted ways and I came home.
I was (kinda) greeted by some new people that Tony brought to the house; pretty sure this takes the count to like 450. They failed to inroduce themselves which was not a total surprise and I had just settled into bed when I heard the jacuzzi fire up. Obviously, given I am playing the main soon, this did not sit particularly well with me, luckily, after informing them that any noise of any kind would not be tolerated, peace and quiet has since ensued. Pretty uhappy that all of Tony's guests so far have pretty much treated the joint like their own personal hotel room, and Tony's apparent indifference to the way everyone in the house feels about the situation has really surprised me; I guess you don't really know a person until you have lived with them etc etc etc.
Really psyched about the Main Event tomorrow, I have literally dreamed of it the last few nights. Hopefully I can play my best and the results look after themselves.
Hope all is well back home.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
If he dies, he dies.
(I'm not dying - nice try poindexter).
So Friday was pretty fun. I woke up late and sat around doing practically nothing til about 4pm when Monica rung me, having just gotten to vegas and wanting to go out. I was kinda in a beer-drinking mood as well and agreed. Dean and I met Monica at Margaritaville, and were joined by Jono shortly afterwards.
We ascended to the rooftop bar, overlooking the middle of the strip, and our server 'Big Dick' got us a few drinks. We discussed how hot it was for some time, before the sun eventually receded below the Caesar's Palace skyline. Should have taken a photo of the nacho plate Big Dick brought us, was pretty insanely big. We got thru the majority of it before resolving to go to the Hofbrauhaus. Monica promptly lost the small creditcard roulette bill, nice of her, but to be expected as she is the most recent arrival to Vegas.
Arriving at the Hofbrauhaus I was surprised and pleased by how raucous the crowd already appeared to be despite it only being like 7pm. Shortly before finishing my first stein they made us all stand to sing the US National Anthem, I pleased myself by remembering quite a few words that you pick up along the way from kinda paying attention to it when you hear it at random places or on TV.
We drank Hofbrauhaus Original, which was more than satisfactory. The place resembled the Lowenbrau and German Austrian Club back home in terms of authenticity; the band was not as good, but they had a guy playing a 20ft Alpine horn which was pretty awesome.
Two steins and half a dozen shots of sour apple schnapps later (which I'm certain was just Pucker) we realised that Aleks and Co would not be joining us and we proceeded to meet them at the Rio as they had just concluded their day one of the Main Event.
We had quite a few more drinks at the Rio, and Punty was kind enough to buy me a cigar which allowed me to get back at the smokers. I craftily won every roulette for drinks (we actually scissors/paper/rock'd it) and we were soon joined by Van Marcus, Lily, Dave Ewing, and a few more randoms. Couple of drinks later it was decided that we had to go to Bellagio to eat. Seeing that there was a 2 second wait for a cabs we snap-decided to get a limo. Monica again kindly lost credit card roulette (however, her winning $1k on BlackJack probably eased the pain a little).
Bellagio cafe hadn't changed, they still waited 5min to seat us in the completely empty restaurant. I had the bacon cheeseburger again and it was a little better this time than previously. Matt was kind enough to lose his one millionth credit card roulette in a row, and we returned home, agreeing to all meet somewhere the next day at lunchtime for a pool/cabana party.
I woke up at 5pm.
Hope all is well back home.
So Friday was pretty fun. I woke up late and sat around doing practically nothing til about 4pm when Monica rung me, having just gotten to vegas and wanting to go out. I was kinda in a beer-drinking mood as well and agreed. Dean and I met Monica at Margaritaville, and were joined by Jono shortly afterwards.
We ascended to the rooftop bar, overlooking the middle of the strip, and our server 'Big Dick' got us a few drinks. We discussed how hot it was for some time, before the sun eventually receded below the Caesar's Palace skyline. Should have taken a photo of the nacho plate Big Dick brought us, was pretty insanely big. We got thru the majority of it before resolving to go to the Hofbrauhaus. Monica promptly lost the small creditcard roulette bill, nice of her, but to be expected as she is the most recent arrival to Vegas.
Arriving at the Hofbrauhaus I was surprised and pleased by how raucous the crowd already appeared to be despite it only being like 7pm. Shortly before finishing my first stein they made us all stand to sing the US National Anthem, I pleased myself by remembering quite a few words that you pick up along the way from kinda paying attention to it when you hear it at random places or on TV.
We drank Hofbrauhaus Original, which was more than satisfactory. The place resembled the Lowenbrau and German Austrian Club back home in terms of authenticity; the band was not as good, but they had a guy playing a 20ft Alpine horn which was pretty awesome.
Two steins and half a dozen shots of sour apple schnapps later (which I'm certain was just Pucker) we realised that Aleks and Co would not be joining us and we proceeded to meet them at the Rio as they had just concluded their day one of the Main Event.
We had quite a few more drinks at the Rio, and Punty was kind enough to buy me a cigar which allowed me to get back at the smokers. I craftily won every roulette for drinks (we actually scissors/paper/rock'd it) and we were soon joined by Van Marcus, Lily, Dave Ewing, and a few more randoms. Couple of drinks later it was decided that we had to go to Bellagio to eat. Seeing that there was a 2 second wait for a cabs we snap-decided to get a limo. Monica again kindly lost credit card roulette (however, her winning $1k on BlackJack probably eased the pain a little).
Bellagio cafe hadn't changed, they still waited 5min to seat us in the completely empty restaurant. I had the bacon cheeseburger again and it was a little better this time than previously. Matt was kind enough to lose his one millionth credit card roulette in a row, and we returned home, agreeing to all meet somewhere the next day at lunchtime for a pool/cabana party.
I woke up at 5pm.
Hope all is well back home.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Ambition: an excuse for those without the fortitude to be lazy.
Again, I haven't updated in a while. I have a good excuse this time though.
So it appears the last update was on Sunday; after that:
Monday I was going to play a $1500NL at WSOP but didnt. I'm not certain what I did instead; I'm guessing practically nothing. Oh, monday night we played night golf at Angel Park. Was pretty fun, just a par-3 course under lights. Was tilting that their distance markers were all very very wrong; you would think they could get that shit right, for a par-3 course, but whatever. I saw a lot of hispanics there, this may have been a contributing factor in some way to the inaccuracies.
Tuesday I woke up late and Steve, Punty and I went to play "Painted Desert" GC about 15min North of where we are staying. This was a much easier course than the others we had played on the trip thus far, but still quite nice. I remember being +1 through 11 and shooting 79*. Hit some cracking iron shots: PW hit the stick on the first, lob wedge hit the stick on 5, 8-iron danced around the hole on 12. The three of us went to Gordon Biersch's Brewery Restaurant for dinner that night and were thoroughly pleased. Their Czech Pilsener was excellent, and the food was a solid B+ or so.
Wednesday I had planned to sweat Steve playing online to iron out a few leaks hopefully, but every kinda woke up real late and no one wanted to do anything (myself included). It was suggested that we might as well all go and see a show. Cirque de Soleil was the choice, and Jay booked tickets. We ate beforehand at "Prime" - the upmarket steakhouse at Bellagio. This was the most exceptional meal of the trip so far for me. I had bacon-wrapped prawns to start, then an 18oz rib-eye with tangy bearnaise sauce and sauteed mushrooms. A+.
We saw "Ka" (there are quite a few different C de S shows running here I have discovered). I was somewhat skeptical I guess, but left the show very pleased that I had seen it. The acrobatics were not of the absolute highest standard, however the showmanship was very good and the music was phenomenal. I'm fairly sure Pain of Salvation was involved with the musical score, as I was constantly reminded of their work throughout the show. Came home satisfied with the evening and cracked a Chimay to close proceedings.
Today I, predictably, woke late (albeit after getting a terrible night's sleep) and we drove to Paiute GC to play the "Wolf" course there. Upon discussing the booking I had made with the Pro-Shop attendant (let's call him Amos) it became apparent that I had booked for the wrong day. I asked Amos if we could play anyway as the joint seemed empty; he replied that the "Wolf" course was closed. I passed on the opportunity to enquire of Amos why bookings were still being accepted over their website etc. Luckily for us, the complex has three courses, and shortly after we were teeing off on the "Sun" course. All in all I played pretty badly, and ran bad too. So many fucking lip-outs I swear I will brutally torture the next Native American I see (the course is built on Native American Sacred Lands or some shit). We played $30 a hole, and I ended the round 5-up. Punty crushed me after I went alone on 12 and he sunk a 15-foot downhill putt to tie (but I had to give all the other schlubbs a shot each per hole, which was retarded as they all nearly beat me off the stick) which was good for a win, and a 6 point loss for me. I ended up shooting 91, prob deserved 86-87. Not a highlight.
The course was spectacular visually, and quite difficult also. Punty took some pictures which I will attach shortly.
Came home and felt very tired, and as such, am in bed at this time. Going to play the Venetian $550 event tomorrow while the others play the main; hopefully it gets a fair few starters.
Hope all is well back home.
So it appears the last update was on Sunday; after that:
Monday I was going to play a $1500NL at WSOP but didnt. I'm not certain what I did instead; I'm guessing practically nothing. Oh, monday night we played night golf at Angel Park. Was pretty fun, just a par-3 course under lights. Was tilting that their distance markers were all very very wrong; you would think they could get that shit right, for a par-3 course, but whatever. I saw a lot of hispanics there, this may have been a contributing factor in some way to the inaccuracies.
Tuesday I woke up late and Steve, Punty and I went to play "Painted Desert" GC about 15min North of where we are staying. This was a much easier course than the others we had played on the trip thus far, but still quite nice. I remember being +1 through 11 and shooting 79*. Hit some cracking iron shots: PW hit the stick on the first, lob wedge hit the stick on 5, 8-iron danced around the hole on 12. The three of us went to Gordon Biersch's Brewery Restaurant for dinner that night and were thoroughly pleased. Their Czech Pilsener was excellent, and the food was a solid B+ or so.
Wednesday I had planned to sweat Steve playing online to iron out a few leaks hopefully, but every kinda woke up real late and no one wanted to do anything (myself included). It was suggested that we might as well all go and see a show. Cirque de Soleil was the choice, and Jay booked tickets. We ate beforehand at "Prime" - the upmarket steakhouse at Bellagio. This was the most exceptional meal of the trip so far for me. I had bacon-wrapped prawns to start, then an 18oz rib-eye with tangy bearnaise sauce and sauteed mushrooms. A+.
We saw "Ka" (there are quite a few different C de S shows running here I have discovered). I was somewhat skeptical I guess, but left the show very pleased that I had seen it. The acrobatics were not of the absolute highest standard, however the showmanship was very good and the music was phenomenal. I'm fairly sure Pain of Salvation was involved with the musical score, as I was constantly reminded of their work throughout the show. Came home satisfied with the evening and cracked a Chimay to close proceedings.
Today I, predictably, woke late (albeit after getting a terrible night's sleep) and we drove to Paiute GC to play the "Wolf" course there. Upon discussing the booking I had made with the Pro-Shop attendant (let's call him Amos) it became apparent that I had booked for the wrong day. I asked Amos if we could play anyway as the joint seemed empty; he replied that the "Wolf" course was closed. I passed on the opportunity to enquire of Amos why bookings were still being accepted over their website etc. Luckily for us, the complex has three courses, and shortly after we were teeing off on the "Sun" course. All in all I played pretty badly, and ran bad too. So many fucking lip-outs I swear I will brutally torture the next Native American I see (the course is built on Native American Sacred Lands or some shit). We played $30 a hole, and I ended the round 5-up. Punty crushed me after I went alone on 12 and he sunk a 15-foot downhill putt to tie (but I had to give all the other schlubbs a shot each per hole, which was retarded as they all nearly beat me off the stick) which was good for a win, and a 6 point loss for me. I ended up shooting 91, prob deserved 86-87. Not a highlight.
The course was spectacular visually, and quite difficult also. Punty took some pictures which I will attach shortly.
Came home and felt very tired, and as such, am in bed at this time. Going to play the Venetian $550 event tomorrow while the others play the main; hopefully it gets a fair few starters.
Hope all is well back home.
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