I'm currently at the airport in Charlotte. It's 8:00 am. No flights back to DC until tomorrow afternoon. Fucken weather...
Rewind 72 hours....
I rolled into a rainy Vegas Friday at 11:00 am and checked into the Jubilee Tower at Bally's. While I prefer the MGM properties, Jim Murren refused to comp me this trip, so I settled for Caesars. Besides, it's a new year and I needed to work on my 15,000 tier credits for 2014. After a quick lunch, I spent the afternoon grinding some sweet, sweet video poker. Then it was off to Harrah's for dinner at Ruths' Chris. And after a filet and several glasses of Franciscan 2010, it was back to Bally's to play some black jack. It's 6/5. But it's a party pit. And the dealer is a 60 year old lady. And I don't even get a set of beads for black jack any more. But it's Vegas, so I guess I should just be happy. Fuck you, Gary Loveman. I called it quits around midnight, down about $300 on the day.
Saturday morning. P3 awakes at 5:00am. Perfect. Time to grind some hundred hand VP. I grab a shitty coffee from the deli at Bally's by the poker room and slip a crisp $100 into the machine. An hour later, I hit gin. Playing 100 hand Bonus Poker at $5 a rip, the flop comes down 3...3...T...3...3. Um. Cool. Quad 3's for 100 hands, and just like that, I'm black for the trip.
I decide it's time to take care of business. I hop a cab for the LVH with a pocket full of hundreds to place some MLB futures. The lines have moved from the open, but at least the vig is -110 on all games. I take the Nats (over 89), the Reds (over 84), the Royals (over 81), and the Rangers (over 86.5). I also drop a bill on the Rays at 12/1 for the World Series. P3 is ready for bases 2014...
I spend a few more hours grinding the Devil's Game back at Bally's, before placing some NCAA hoops action. I then head over to the Linq to watch the games.
Now, as for the Linq. This project may have restored my faith in the North end of the strip. An avenue of shops, restaurants and bars in between Flamingo and The Quad. Palm trees.... Outdoor bars... Delightful. I even enjoyed the Quad. The casino floor is modern and well stocked with all the latest games. And the new O'Sheas is a decent (albeit, loud) spot to watch the games. I end up going 4 and 1, including some Vegas magic on the OVER 139 on the Creighton/Xavier game. With a minute left, and the total at 128, the game looked hopeless. And, at 135 with 8 seconds left, I was ready to rip up my ticket. Then Creighton turns the ball over on the inbounds pass and fouls immediately. Ok. This is interesting. X hits both shots. Creighton drives the floor, launches a meaningless 3 with a few ticks left. Clank. Off the rim. But Creighton pulls the rebound, kicks it back out and, with a second left.... Drains a 3 for the 69 - 75 loss!!! 140 points. Magic. Vegas,baby...
After the games ended, it was off to Planet Hollywood and dinner at Koi. Delightful.
Sunday started with more VP. Then, at 11:00 I made a run to the book to fade my GW Colonials. $100 on Mason +9.5. G-Dub wins by 8. Delightful. I also cash plays on Purdue +14.5 and Nova -9.5, and Clemson -2.5. My prowess at the book is even more remarkable given I know shit about hoops. But I have a system. I swear. And it works.... I finish the afternoon with a play on Indiana +2.5 and the OVER. Once again, a clean sweep. 10-1 on hoops. $800 in the black. Vegas, baby!
I decide to push my luck, and play the last game on the board: UCLA minus the points and the over 150. I do, however, pull back my bet to $50 and $50. Not even close.... It was bound to happen.
Sunday evening I head over to Gordon Ramsey Steak to leak some of my hoops winnings. On the way, I get a text message that my Monday morning flight from Charlotte to DC has been cancelled. Fuck. Me. I try to reschedule, but after 1.5 hours on hold, I give up.
After dinner, I head to the airport and grab one last glass of cab. I then pour myself into seat 2D on the redeye east. First class is nice. But a flight back to DC would be nicer.
I land in Charlotte at 7:00 am. The woman at the USAIR counter tells me no flights are getting out to DC until 2:00 pm. Ok. That works. Of course, she then tells me all flights are sold out until 4:00 tomorrow afternoon. Um, you prolly should have lead with that. A Tuesday flight will not work. I rent a car and plan to drive the 6 or 7 hours back to DC. But, I need to try and wait out this storm, which is apparently smashing the Capital with 10 inches of snow at the moment.
So, now P3 sits in the airport. Blogging.