Vegas Saturday: WPBT, an epiphany, PFChangs, a missed party and 2-6, 2-4 Saturday night

Editors note: I don't proofread. I only occasionally hit the speelcheeck. I write in a stream of concious style that requires the less amunt of wirk possible. If you can't handle that go read something over here.

Saturday started with about 5 hours laying awake in the hotel room behind me. What is it they pump into the the hotel room that makes insomina so common? I think it was the screams in my head about lost buy-ins and keeping one-eye open looking for the son of Fett that Poker Geek has tracking me.

I kick Marty in the junk around 8:50 and tell him that we have to hit it. He's ready in about 4 grunts and 1 minute. We start to head out when his cell blows up with a call from the good doctor JW, brother of Otis. I have yet to really talk to Jeff as I gave him an obligatory head nod and whats up when were introduced on Friday. We get to the MGM and find Jeff. We stand around waiting for Otis for about five minutes. Apparently he grunted 6 times.

The fearsome foursome makes way to Mickey D's for breakfast. There is a 50-50 vote for FatBurger. McD's is the default, neutral decision. We stand around, shoot the shit and order. Marty excuses himself. Food arrives we eat, talk about solo female rages and the discovery of such just hours earlier. Marty returns and asks that Otis never use the words naked and wife together in a sentence ever again.

McDonalds janitorial staff quits.

We polish of the rest of our sammiches and head over to the Alladin. Drop my $65 and make my way to table 12 seat 1. Otis is in 10 and Hank is in 3. WTF? Why can't I sit at Marty's table, I know I can roll right over him. AlCANTHANG is in the 7 hole. Sorry to the rest of you table 12's, I don't know/rememeber your names. You have my card, drop me a line and get added to the line-up.

Hand of note. Folded to me on the button with KJs. I push to 3/4 xBB. SB folds and Hank moves all-in. I think and fold. Mistake. I should have made that my stand. The shootout style of the tourney called for sticking it out there. I still had a lot of chips and could have been a factor. Now I am short stacked, oh and whats that I hear "Dealers, next hand blinds will be...." You get the point. I have to push with the next hand I find. Suited A4. BuhBye.

About 2 orbits later Otis loses a pot. Next hand he is on the button. I tell him that G-Rob and Al just left to go drink. He looks at his cards and pushes in. He gets two callers. Triple up with the HAMMER. Nice. This was the best of the hammer drops.

I stick around watching the final tables and wandering over to the 1-2NL game where G-Rob bleeds BadBlood with pocket 2's. I just watch. I just can't bring myself to play.

The Epiphany

I walk over and introduce my self to Felicia. She has been giving me STL crap due to her ties to St. Chuck. With growing up in St. Chuck I am surprised she is able to read, much less blog :). We talk a little about St. Louis and why she left. I proceed to somehow turn the conversation to my bad play and bad cards. I explain to her that I am playing weak and that I have acted scared every pot I played this weekend. She goes into this story about the stages of poker player development and starts explaining where I am. I am in stage 2. I know enough to know that I can make a laydown. I fear that everyone has the nuts. She's right. She proceeds to describe exactly what my play has been like. Who wrote that Stages piece and where can I find it?

"Is she really that good?" you ask. Yep. She fixed my game in 10 minutes.

Anyway, I decide to stay away from the NL tables for 24 hours. I decide to go play my game at the 2-4 and 2-6.

The tourney ends. Go read the write ups from someone more familiar with the final table than me.

Marty, RTT, RTR, Dave, Marty, Jeff, Otis, Mrs. Otis head to PF Changs for some lunch. Wait about 20 minutes. Otis clears the room with the phrase "Hey, there's a monkey outside."

We eat and head back to the Exacl for a little pre-party R and R. Needless to say, I miss the party. I go down to the Poker room and double up on the 2-6 table. We have a good table with Jeff, RTT, RTR, Dave and a bunch of fish. Maybe this is when we go to the San Remo for Prime Rib, not Friday?? oh I don't remember.

We, Me, RTR and Dave head to the MGM for a little 2-4 action. Just in time for a new table. I sit in the 9 RTR in the 8. A cool guy is in the 10 and another cool guy, architecture student in california is in the 7. A blogger is in the 1 but I can't remember who. A chick with a rack and a stack is in the 2. She turns out to be a good player. The three is quite and the 4-5 are friends that take offence to what proceeds to happen over the next several hours. First me and the chick in the 2 seat take a lot of their money.

Second.

RTR and I drop the hammer like 4 times. I crack the 10 seats AA. Ryan bluffs with it an takes down a pot and shows. The very next hand he catches the hammer again. He makes two pair. I didn't suck out on the three seat once. I wasn't playing Ax. My aces were suited and my cards were solid, except the 7-2. We were there to drink and have fun and drop the hammer. We explained the hammer to the 7 and 10 seats. They caught on. I think the 7 dropped it once too.
The quite guy in the 3 seat rages. RTR hears him in the bathroom calling us the worst players ever. No we play the hammer and premium hands. We are taking your money. He moves to Martys table . RTR and I put a combined $35 bounty on him for Marty. A hammer drop and Marty gets $35. Thats right. We assigned a hammer drop bounty to this jackass. I went up $100. Just to be a complete ass I colored up to red. I had a big ol' stack of red and $100 in white (blue). Evertime I won a pot and reached over $100 in white I colored up to red. We played to the wee hours.

A crazy egyptian guy sat down and played any two. He kept playing and losing and finally asked for a new setup. Its 5 am and this guy wants a new setup at a 2-4 table. What a Jackass. I bled back a little but still walked out up $100.

Dealer of the night was the Asian Georgetown Law grad at the MGM. Sorry I didn't remember her name. She was funny and really slung the cards. She said she could deal 45 hands an hour. I believe it. She kept the game moving.

Overall, spent $65 on the tourney buyin. Won $200 at 2-6 and 2-4. Still down $215.

Coming up next: Vegas Sunday: I roll another 2-4 table, but not befor blowing $400 in buyins. Plus: why I hate pocket 4's.