Work out. Pool. Lunch. Back to Whiskey Down to see if I can get lucky two days in a row. Turns out, I can. Within 45 minutes, these hands:
I cash out, walk over to the book and, for a second night in a row, parlay $100 on the late MLB games - Dodgers/Giants to win $217. And, for the second night in a row, walk-off magic. Easy game.
Around 2:00, I walk over to the Monte Carlo to finally meet the man . . . the legend . . the Coach. He was working on some free roll hours playing the $2-6 spread game. I had never played spread before, but took a seat next to coach and tried to figure it out. Not real complicated. Sort of a strange game, though. On one hand, a guy bet $4. I raised to $10 with QQ and got two callers. So, the pot is $32 on the flop. I spike a set and bet out . . . and my max bet is $6 into $32? Weird game. I bet the turn and river too, and just felt like I was building a pot for the person who would ultimately suck out on me, of course.
Anyhow, after playing an hour of poker, Coach and I headed over to the sports book to talk some college football and get ready for tomorrow's (or, today's, as the case may be) games. While there, my phone started blowing up with texts from Rob and Lightning, claiming that Tony Bigcharles was on a plane to Vegas. Um. Ok. Nice joke, guys. I mean, this was finally a trip where my phone would not be blowing up with texts from TBC trying to meet up at some casino where I have no desire to be and where he is yet to be banned and at some god awful hour of the night. Clever, gentlemen. Nice try. Then I check my email and find this:
Also about this time, I heard from the mysterious Alysia Chang. Who IS Alysia Chang? According to TBC, Alysia is a man. Could he be right? Hell, does s/he even really exist? S/he wanted to meet up. Well, Coach and I were on our way to meet Rob for dinner. Rob was taking us out to Tap at MGM, courtesy of his poker comps (rumor has it, Rob is actually a millionaire if you factor in his poker comps to his net worth). Rob sent Alysia a message to meet up at MGM around 8:00. And, with that, we were off to dinner.
After dinner, Rob, Coach and I got seated at the same $1/2 table. I was card dead for much of the six hour session, and watched my stack dwindle to $125 or so. In fact, I believe the only decent hand I won was against Coach when we got our money in the middle on a KcQc x flop. I had the royal draw with Jc Tc . . . . I ended up spiking a red ace on the river. Ouch. Sorry, Coach.
An hour or so in to the session, a person comes over to the table and asks, "are there any Inner Circle member here?" Alysia Chang DOES exist. S/he took a seat at our table as well. S/he was a good player (much better than P3). Can a woman play decent poker? Was Tony right all along? Alysia also spent some effort trying to talk the three of us guys into hitting up one of the local strip clubs. Exhibit # 2 in TBC's case-in-chief.
In any event, after sheepishly denying the strip club idea, and with my stack down to $125, I finally got what I was waiting for. I limped AT from UTG and saw a KQJ flop three ways. I got my money in on the turn and got called. Back to $300. Easy game. An hour later, I left broke.
The hand that nailed me was against a Villain in town for the Cisco convention. He was sort of a dick. Early 50's, I'd guess. Made it known to the table that he loved to gamble. Was trying to start up a $2/5 game because the $1/2 was too boring. He played nearly every hand and kept talking about building a huge pot. Earlier, he played a hand against Alysia. He bet the flop to $15 or so, and s/he raised him to $60. He called. Alysia shoved the turn with his/her set of 9's and he folded. I caught a glimpse of his hand - A-high. So, with that backdrop, here's the hand that did me in:
Villain is in the big blind. Effective stacks $280. I open to $13 with QQ. Villain's buddy calls. Action folds to Villain who proclaims, "I have a crap hand, but I just want to build a pot." He calls.
Flop is 94x. Villain checks, I bet $22. Friend folds. Villain raises to $60. I think about flatting; but this guy is not going to slow down. I'm sure of it. I re-raise to $120 (basically committing myself to the hand). He just calls. Turn is a J. He shoves. I call and show. He slow rolls . . . . 9-4. and with that, my night comes to a disappointing end. Perhaps I should stick to video poker . . .
End of day 4, and P3 remains up $900.
And, in case anyone is wondering about the mysterious Alysia Chang, this photo that s/he took with Coach and I should clear things up: