Ever since I was a kid, I always was interested in math. I was the kid that wanted to go further and learn more and find more applications to everything we did. I loved the math competitions, not because I wanted to prove I was the best, but because I wanted to see how close to a perfect score I could achieve. I participated in the math club all the way through high school and joined the academic team as the math specialist. It was just… my thing. In poker, we see some incredibly sick things. One hand never amazes me. I’ve seen perfect-perfect enough times that I’m rather immune to it now. What amazes me now, are the completely improbably streaks one can go on in poker. Yesterday was one of the days where I became so infused with the math, that it crushed me.
It all started when I went to the bank and the bank teller was not only incompetent, but couldn’t type either. It took her 20 minutes to complete my transaction. I followed it up with a trip to Sunset Station to cash in on some free slot play, only to find that even after I confirmed THREE times that this was the day I was to go in, that I had misread my little calender for the second time in a week and that I was a day early. On the way back to my car, I realized I had forgotten my Club Grazie card to sign up at the Venetian. I wondered to myself, was this how the day was going to go for me?
I drove to TI, where I met Ozone and we walked to the Venetian together. The line for a card was about 20 players long and despite just needing a card reprint, we had to wait for all the foreigners to get their info put into the system and get their first card. Following that, we had to wait in line to sign up for the tournament. Ozone mentions to me he wants to eat, which is fine by me. But Ozone doesn’t want to eat where our $10 comp can be used, he wants to PAY for lunch somewhere else. I regrettably oblige to the Canal Shopps Food Court where we sit at a counter for some mexican cantina. What a mistake. Not only VERY overpriced, but they actually served me a burrito on a styrofoam plate and give me flimsy plastic-ware to try to cut and eat with. What a disaster. The signs should have been looming.
We head down to the poker room, arriving an hour late. The tournament gives you $15k in chips and blinds were still just 75/150. Cool. I fold the first two orbits and it finally folds to me in the cutoff and I raise to 400 with T,5. Only the big blind calls. Flop comes Q,Q,T. Check, Check. Turn and river were rags and I value bet turn and river only to see him turn over A,T… While sitting there, the guy next to me is an open-mouth breather and has NASTY breath. It’s so sick and I can’t get away. I get some chips back when a guy tries bluffing me off top two pair and our table breaks. I move over to the table with the undisputed chipleader. He’s sitting on 65k and in the first hand, 4 bets and calls a 5 bet preflop. He flops top set with 9,9 and cracks aces for a new stack of 85k. He tries to bully for the next several orbits. I take him up once. Blinds of 100/200, he raises from EP to 700, MP calls, I reraise to 2500 from late position with 9,9. And just like the past several days, the 4250 stack behind me wakes up with QQ. I’m down to around 9k after another orbit of watching AK, AQ, and KQ all whiff the flop. From MP I open raise to 575 with 9,9. Big stack makes it 1650 to go from the SB. I shove for my 9k and he snap calls with AK suited. He flops a flush draw and rivers the flush to send me packing.
I head over to TI to play in their 2 PM donkament. The very first hand, I pick up 3,3 and limp with four others. Flop comes T,8,4. Checks around. Turn is a THREE!!!! A guy bets, I raise, he shoves, I call. He turns over 8,8. Seriously. No joking here. What was a bigger kick in the teeth, was I had 150 left and shoved it all with 4 callers on the next hand with T,8 suited. Flop came Q,J,T. I had hope. That was until one player turns over K,9 when she shoves the flop. Wow…
I head to the cash game and quickly built a stack bulldozing the table. I watched the Belmont Stakes, of which I had 7:4 of Mine That Bird to win. He came in Third. The new-formed short stacks started check-raising all in and pulling the ole stop-n-go on me. I was back to $300 when my AK ran into J,9 in a raised pot on a K,Q,T,K,x board. So incredibly sick. At this point, I’m amazed that the day could possibly have gone so sour. I decide to test fate and go to the Ultimate Texas Hold em pit game. If you are not familiar with this game, you get your hand vs. the dealer heads up. All hands play. The point of the game is to shove preflop with any ace, any king, any pair, and a lot of queens. Wizard of Odds can assist you if you want more info. It’s a very high variance game, mostly based around your 2:1 and coin flips holding up when you shove 4 times your bet preflop. On the garbage hands, just hope you hit a pair and get the money in. This little game was no better, as the first four times I 4x bet, I was at least a 2:1 favorite and lost ALL FOUR! I only survived in the game due to the dealer putting trips on the board several times, aiding some bonus money to the players. My final shove was with Q,9 suited finding a board of K,K,9,8,7 and the dealer turning over K,5.
I go back to the poker room and buy in to the 2/4 limit game, while awaiting my NL seat to open. I get 2nd best hand in the first three hands and head to the 1/3 NL game with a minimum buy in of $50 and use the stop-n-go with K,J only to find myself with a king high board and losing to a set of 9s. More sets??? I’m pretty sure the odds are supposed to be around 1 in 8 times to flop it… I rebuy and move seats. I raise my TT up for 1/3rd of my stack and get called. On a Q,6,4 flop I move all in and get called by nothing else than Q,4 suited… LOL… I rebuy for $150 and about an orbit in, I intend to raise it to $15 with A,9 suited, but only manage to get $10 out there. Oh well. I get reraised to $25 and a blind calls, so toss another $15 in there. Maybe my error will pay off big dividends. Flop is A,8,4. Check, check, check. Turn brings a 3. Check, I bet $45, call, fold. River is an offsuit queen. I check, and the guy puts me all in for my $70. I checked to allow a bluff, but hoping for a check-down. I’m 99% sure I’m calling if he bets and only some stupid comment that brings him out of the hole to give away his hand could lead to a fold. No such luck. I cry-call and he turns over…. POCKET ACES!!! MORE SETS!!!
I leave wondering if I can maybe beat video poker. $20 in and $0 out. That was quick. A slot machine perhaps? Take out all skill, and maybe I’ll have my shot to win at something. I mean… really… Any chance??? Nope… I didn’t go bust though. 7 pm came around and I headed over to the TI HH and quickly get into the zone. I was focused and determined to win. The first hand I got AA and it was already 4-bet to me. Ok… I’ll 5-bet. One call and an 8 high flop got all my chips in with no caller. I had QQ on a J high board and got 2 bets out of an opponent. Things were starting to look up for me. Then a man (I actually should not give him such a generous title) got COMPLETELY out of line and was yelling at a cocktail waitress for ignoring him, when in reality, she was taking orders from another person. He was yelling at her from across the table. Commotion ensued when several players, including myself, would not have him trash-talking her behind her back and this guy proceeded to be as rude as possible to everybody and claimed to “be a big player here” (which apparently gives him the right to be an asshole) and the floor manager was called over to be alerted of and defuse the situation. The guy then challenges the manager to kick him out… Wow… The very next hand, a guy has the nuts on him and this guy misreads the board or something, because he thought he had a flush on a board with no more than two to any suit. I take my shots at him with comments like, “In this game, you need five of a suit to make a flush.” He rebuys and the manager makes a tough decision by breaking the three tables down to 2 with just 20 players left during the re-entry period (thus stopping any new players from joining and must be alternates.) I understood his decision and agree with it, though I was unhappy since I had a GREAT table draw. At the new table, I get AK in the BB. I watch the pot get min-raised, then raised 3x on top, two callers, and I decide to just shove (14x on top of that) and will be fine with a call or fold from anybody. I get called by QQ and I won my first race of the day!!! BOUNTY!!! I was only in for a single buy in. This was just amazing. Then the table played me like a fiddle. I think every player at the table outplayed me over the next hour and I was down to 6 BBs when my QQ lost to AK suited (same exact cards that my 99 lost to at Venetian) and poof.
I get a text from my friend, requesting a ride to Palms Place, if I bust. I reply and await his confirmation that he still needs me. I go and put $20 in a slot machine while waiting. A couple spins in, I win a bonus game to get me up to $38.75. Ok, I’ll play it to $40 or $30. The very next spin, I get the bonus AGAIN. This time for some big payoffs! I’m up to $106.25. I lost the next 5 spins and cash out for $100.
To some, it’s the sunlight after an F5 tornado. To others, it’s grandpa’s favorite bird that stops by the bird feeder after going to his funeral. Two years ago, after busting from the main event, I took down my first ever 4-figure cash profit from a 1/3 game. This highly improbable slot win just might be that sign to me.