Anyway. Vegas was a blast. As always. And the trip got off to a particularly fast start. After checking in to Aria at Midnight, I walked over to The PH, mainly to get something to eat. Of course, a little video poker (or "VP" or "the Devils Game") was first in order. I sat down at the hundred hand machine, $6 a pull, and snapped off the hand of the year:
Not a bad start to the trip.
On the flip side, for the second year in a row, I was a loser at the poker tables over the course of the nine days. I played a mere 20 hours of poker, and was card dead 98% of the time. In the end, my week was marked by four big hands: (1) Trip AAA w/ J kicker beaten by Aces Full Tens (got stacked for $300 on the hand); (2) a set of 222's which I laid down (to a higher set); and (3) a set of 888 which I laid down (think I actually mucked the winner here). I already discussed each in prior posts.
Hand 4 took place at The PH Saturday afternoon. Same table as the Trip A v. AA-full hand ... an omen, perhaps. I had been playing for nearly an hour and was sitting on a full buy-in. The guy to my left was a total rock, sitting on $500+ and reading the Hunger Games on his Ipad. I had not been active at all to this point. I'm in the big blind. Hunger Games opens to $10 UTG and gets 1 caller. I look down at AA and repop to $27. Hunger Games calls and MP folds. Flop comes A J 7 rainbow. Fairly safe board to take a card. I check. Hunger Games checks. Turn is a T. Board getting str8ty, but I'm not worried. No way Hunger Games called $19 preflop with KQ. I bet $40. HG calls. Interesting. River bricks. I bet $85. Hunger Games tanks . . . and min-raises. REALLY? KQ? I call. Hunger Games flips broadway.
Down to $50, I add on $100. I end up getting AK three times over the next 40 minutes, raise to $10 each time, and miss the flop three straight. Add in $22 C-Bets on two of the hands, and I'm back under $100. And, I'm steaming.
A few hands later, I look down at KK in early position and raise to $10. This time, it folds around and I toss the $3 in blinds I just "stole" to the dealer in disgust.
I steam for twenty minutes more before I smarten up enough to realize that if I continue to sit at this table, I'm, going to piss away my remaining $90 or so . . . So I walked and tried to make peace with my second losing Vegas poker trip in a row....
With my last few remaining hours in the desert I hit Koi for dinner, and then decided to make it or break it at the black jack table. I walked to Flamingo, bought in deep, and promptly went broke. it was a sureal run. Three of us at the table -- two older guys in first and second, and me batting cleanup. While my friends at the other end were pulling 19's and 20's, my hands looked like this:
. . . over, and over and over. And, of course, with the dealer pulling faces . . . And, this was not one of those sessions were I was pulling the miracle 6's to make hands. I was busting. Every hand. AND, to rub salt in the wound, the dealer was pulling hands like K4 . . .J and repeatedly busting . . . AFTER I HAD ALREADY BUSTED OUT.
Finally, after losing 18 out of 20 hands at $25 a pop, and being nearly busto, I lost my shit when I hit soft 18 on a dealer Ten and took verbal crap not only from the two gentlemen at the other end of the table, but also from the dealer. The two men shake their heads and give me "the look." And, the dealer says, "you sure you want to hit that?" I say, "A7 on your face card? Yes, I'm sure I do . . ." I hit . . . take an 8 . . . hit again, and bust with a T . . . dealer flips an 8 and says, "see, you would have pushed...." OK. Thank you ma'am.... When you want to punch the female dealer in the throat, it's prolly time to end your stay in the desert . . . And so I did . . .