Made it up to Atlantic City this weekend. The plan was to play the noon tournament at the Nugget, grind a little cash, catch some of the subway series, and hit the O's - Phillies game at The Yard on the way home. Three out of four ain't bad . . .
Rolled into AC Friday evening, played a little joker poker, and then grabbed a few pomegranate margaritas at Dos Caminos while watching baseball. At around 10:00, I sent a text to Tony Bigcharles to see if he wanted to meet up and play some $1/2 NL. Now, if you are reading this blog, chances are you're familiar with Tony, or TBC, or Sevencard2003 as he's known on the Internet. Tony is a fascinating story. Formerly homeless (or, as some would argue, currently homeless . . .) . . . and autistic . . . TBC has sustained himself playing poker for many years, living from casino to casino, mainly in Vegas. About a month ago, Tony went on a road trip -- Louisiana . . .St. Louis . . . Chicago . . . Philadelphia -- and is currently in AC. Tony's new blog/forum can be found here: sevencard2003.proboards.com
I first played at the same table with Tony at the Imperial Palace in Vegas several years ago. While I knew who he was, I did not introduce myself. I ran into him in the Caesars Diamond lounge in Vegas a year or so later, and had seen him around the Strip on various trips over the years, but again, never introduced myself. Anyway, Friday, I sent Tony a text to see if he wanted to head over to Revel. Tony was at the Golden Nugget and I agreed to walk over and meet him there, and then cab over to Revel together.
We arrived at Revel around 11:00 and got seated at the same table.
The seven and eight seats were open. I gave Tony first choice and he took the eight. I sat to his immediate right.
Tony bought in short for $100, and I bought in for $200. My first hand of the night - AA. Nice start. I ended up going on a three hour heater. It was one of those nights were the cards essentially played themselves, and big hands held up.
I had one interesting hand, which involved Tony. UTG limped in for $2. Middle position limped. I looked down at AKdd and raise to $10. Tony snap shoves his stack of about $90. Now, if you've read Tony's blog, you basically know his hand. I knew his hand. UTG CALLS!!!! Yes, limp calls $90 or so. MP folds. Perhaps it was in part the libations at Dos Caminos . . . but I just wanted to get out of Tony's way . . . I flash TBC my Big Slick suited (keep it clean, folks . . .) and muck it. UTG flips AJ (...Um. Good call, sir...) and, of course, spikes a J on the flop. Tony is rebuying. Tough break.
People give crap to Tony for overplaying AK preflop in cash games. I really have no opinion on the matter. But, in this instance, on this night, TBC got his money in good (after I folded, of course), and got a fishy call, and just got unlucky . . .
I left at around 2:30 or 3:00 am so as not to miss out on the Nugget nooner a second trip in a row . . . All in all, it was nice to finally meet Tony in person, and was a pleasure playing some cards with him.
I made it to the Nugget Saturday for the deepstack. The GN really does have a beautiful room:
Once again, my tournament luck continued. Card dead. For hours. And hours. Finally, I got bored and impatient about 5 hours in, and donked off my stack with K8 suited. I started the hand with about $15,000 in chips, with blinds at $50/200/400 . . . plenty of time to still play cards. Hand was limped three-ways preflop. Flop was 2 8 T rainbow. Guy lead for $2,500. I did not think he was very strong. Villain had doubled up about 5 hands in when some idiot over-played KK and got stacked to a set of QQQ (how you let that happen in the first level of a $25,000 deepstack with 30 minute blinds is beyond me . . .). Villain had been donk betting a bunch of flops and folding to aggression. I thought about raising . . . made it obvious that I was thinking about raising . . . but flatted. Turn blanked. I played with my last $12,000 or so, making it clear I was ready to get my chips in the middle. Villain stared me down and checked. I put villain on a fairly weak T. I'm bored, tired of folding, and looking to pick up the $8,000 or so chips in the middle. I shove my last $12,000. Villain tanks and ends up making the call with QT and I'm on the rail . . .
I've been having difficulty maintaining patience in these well-structured tournaments. By the 4th or 5th hour, I become ancy, particularly when the cards are not falling my way. I end up making a poorly timed move. A definite leak I need to address (or I need to stop playing tournaments).
After a good weekend in AC, I hit the road home around 10:00 am . . . perfect time to hit Camden Yards for 1:35 first pitch. However, when I emerged from the harbor tunnel in Baltimore, the line of cars for Exit 53 was nearly two miles long - despicable Philly fans making the trip. I hate Philly fans. And I didn't feel like waiting in traffic and then on the will-call line for 2 hours, especially in 90 degree heat. So, it was home early to catch the subway series on MLB First Pitch . . . Nice way to finish up the weekend . . . watching a bunch of no-names in Mets uniforms losing to the Evil Empire . . . I hate baseball . . .