It's friday night. Actually, Saturday morning. Nearly 4:00 am. The club next door at Paris is pumping. In addition to the noise, I can actually feel the base vibrating. No chance of sleeping until this ends at 5:00. So, I figured I'd update.
Yesterday, Thursday, I moved to Bally's . . . which, for the reason above, now looks like a bad move. The view is nice, which is good, because I may be staring at it until sunrise:
I spent the day mashing VP all over the strip, and watching football with Coach over at the Mirage book. Then dinner at Ruths' Chris. While the food is not near the top of the chain in Vegas, the atmosphere and view is hard to beat:
After taking a tour of Ruths' Chris' Cabernet selections, sometime around 2:00 am, I texted Rob and suggested we get together once more for some poker before my trip ends. Rob suggested playing at Venetian so that TBC could join us. And, with that, the TBC Venetian Invitational was born.
Day 5 ended still $700 in the black.
Day 6 began with a trip to Bellagio to get some NFL futures in:
- Tampa OVER 7
- Steelers OVER 9
- Colts OVER 9.5
- Eagles OVER 9.5
As much as I wanted to take the Jets, I just don't see 8 wins on the schedule.
After getting my action in, I mashed some more, and then headed over to Yardhouse at the Linq to meet TBC and Coach for lunch. Tony was on time and waiting for me when I arrived; and Coach was already inside at the bar. At Tony's request, we got quiet table upstairs, away from the action, so that no one could overhear our conversation. I had a salad; Coach had soup and sandwich. Tony inquired about chicken fried steak and/or meatloaf with mashed potatoes, but these items were not in the cards. He settled for some sort of chicken-fried chicken (if thats really a thing) and mash potatoes, and washed it down with two glasses of whole milk. Tony gave us the rundown on his recent adventures and a glimpse of his future plans. Apparently, Tony seems determined to try to mash a dealers angel with his new roll. He thinks he can make a living doing this. Coach and I both let Tony know our thoughts on the subject, but it was apparent our opinions were falling on deaf ears. In any event, it was actually nice to catch up with Tony.
After lunch, Tony headed over to the Venetian to play cards; Coach went back to the sports book; and P3 went to mash for a few hours before the Invitational.
Finally, at 8:00, Coach, Rob and I met up at the Venetian Poker Room. Unfortunately, the floor was slightly less than accommodating of our plans, and the 4 of us were placed at different tables. Rob attempted to play the "AVP" card (literally . . . he dropped the floor a note on his AVP business card) to get us together; but to no avail. Because of the situation, a few other folks who stopped by (e.g., Herbie) decided not to play.
Ultimately, after 30 minutes or so, my table started to break up, and Rob, Coach and TBC were able to get seated. Sometime thereafter, Dave (a frequent poster on TBC's sweet, sweet blog, and a Vegas local), grabbed the seat directly to my left, and I had the pleasure of getting to know him over the next few hours. A very nice guy.
As for the poker . . . once again, Rob proved to be my hex. Prior to Rob being seated at my table, I had made a quick $150 in half an hour. I was running great. Then Rob sits next to me and I don't win another hand for 5 hours. My stack dwindles back down to even. Then, around 1:00 am, Rob leaves, and I immediately start winning some hands. I ended up the night +$40. Very unfulfilling.
Rob, for his part, did very well, He even stacked a fairly cute chick who had just sat down. The hand -- KK versus QQ. Yet, I'm sure we'll all hear Rob complain about his "dreaded pocket kings." Give me a break, sir....
Coach did alright too and looked to have made some money on the night. He was also involved in a fairly memorable hand with TBC. Both all in pre flop. Coach was the original shover and Hero called with his KK. Coach's hand? KK as well. I was able to capture the aftermath:
Sadly, we did get to witness a minor TBC blow up. He was involved in a big hand. While I was not paying too much attention, apparently, he reached out and tried to re-arrange Villain's chips because he didn't like the way the dealer had stacked them. This got him a reprimand. Then, some other sh*t happened, and, before I knew it, TBC was starting to get heated with the dealer and another player. Fortunately, it did not escalate too far. But it was the first time I've caught a glimpse of the TBC rage that has caused him so many problems in the past.
Notably Tony did a lot of table talk . . . showing cards, etc. At one point, he even taunted me about how easy it was for him to bluff me. All in all, it was interesting to see Tony in action. Not sure if his table talk helps him or hurts him. But it was sort of fun to witness.
Sometime after midnight, semi-professional poker guru, ggrouchie, showed up and proceeded to simply abuse the table. I'm not sure why he even has a day job. I mean, look at all dem chips:
Anyway, it was another fun night of poker.
End of day six, and P3 remains $700 in the black. Still two days left, however, for me to lose my shirt. Now, if only this damn music would stop so I could get some sleep!