It's Easter Sunday. I'm sitting at McCarran, awaiting my flight back to Baltimore, which is currently delayed [y][o]u see. It was a solid trip. I got in to town 5:00 Wednesday, and checked in to Caesars Palace through the Diamond Registration room. Total process took 5 minutes. After charging my phone briefly, I walked across the street to the Linq to grab a few cocktails and grind the 100-Hand VP machine. It was there that I hit the VP hand of the weekend:
I hit a handful of other decent wins during the trip as well:
Ultimately, despite some nice hits, I got torched to the tune of ($1,500) on the sweet sweet "Devils Game" over the four days.
Thursday night, I grabbed an early dinner at Nobu, which was awesome as always. Some Yellowtail Jalepeno sashimi . . . Miso Cod and lobster rolls. Around midnight, I called it a day.
I awoke early Thursday. The casino was dead. I decided to handle my business, and walked over to Venetian and Wynn, and then cabbed to Westgate, to price some baseball totals -- the main purpose of this trip. This year, unlike years past, I had no real strong leans on any plays (although, I do love the UNDER 86 on the Sox; yet, as mentioned before, I don't play unders). I decided to play a couple of "homer bets" and took the Mets and Orioles. I then took a few bets for the NL, the AL and the WS:
Beyond this, Thursday was more of the same during the day. Lots of VP in the morning. Then, around noon, I decided to hit up the pool for a few hours. The entire "Garden of the Gods" complex was packed, and , despite it being a Thursday, it was difficult to find a chair. It makes me rethink my plan to stay at Caesars for a week in May. There's something to be said for the relaxed and laid back pools at The Signature - my usual summer accommodations . . .
Around 8:00, I picked up my "Diamond Celebration Dinner Voucher," and headed over to BLT steak to free roll some cabernet and a filet. While sitting at the bar, I found out that Man in Black (not his real name) and Alaska Girl were playing poker at Flamingo. When I finished up, I walked over and found that MIB had saved me a seat next to him at a $2/4 limit game. Now, I had never played limit hold'em before. The closest I had come was the $2/6 spread game at Monte Carlo last summer with Coach. But, regardless, I bought in for $100 and gave it a shot, mainly just to talk to MIB. $2/4 limit is an, um . . . interesting game. I ended up winning a decent pot with JJ. I raised . . . to like $4, which I think was the max. There were like six callers. I raised the flop, and got a handful of callers. Ultimately, we got to the river, heads up. The guy bet $4. There was like $60 in the pot. I assumed my JJ was no good. But, um, $4 into $60 . . . I obviously call, and dude mucks. Sort of hilarious. After an hour or so, I walked up $50:
Notably, while we were playing, The Trooper97 stopped by. We chatted for probably close to an hour, before he walked over to Bellagio to get in to a $2/5 game. Now, I started watching Trooper's VLOG a few months ago. And, frankly, after viewing the first few videos, filmed prior to his departure for Vegas, I wasn't sure what to think. I mean, he was LOUD AS FUCK. And he said "FUCK" a lot. And, I mean, what kind of guy walks around filming himself with a selfie stick all day? Am I right? But, as it turns out, Tim is a really nice guy. Like, a REALLY nice guy. And it seems like he's doing everything possible to make this current venture of his a success, mainly through a lot of hard work and, of course, working a day job (at least for the moment). So, Tim, best of luck with the poker and the VLOG. Hopefully we can play a session sometime in June during my next visit. In the meantime, please click the link above and check out Tim's VLOG for yourself if you haven't subscribed already.
After some $2/4 at Flamingo, I headed over to Caesars to play some $1/2. I think I sat down around 11:00 and played to 4:00 am, losing $175 in the process. At one point, I was in the game for $600 and was down over $400. I basically lost a handful of hands to the same villain, whom I could simply not beat. First hand, I raised KQ and missed. All low cards on the flop. I put him on a pocket pair and tried to bluff him off it, firing three bullets for around $150. But, it's hard to bluff a dude off a flopped wheel . . .
Next hand against Villain (who was seated directly to my left), I had JQ, and raised it. Flop was 88J. Turn Q. He called my flop and turn bets. I checked the river to him. He bet $65. I called. He showed an 8.
Next hand against Villain (and, keep in mind, I was not playing many hands. And, villain was not playing many hands. In fact, it seemed like he only played when I opened a pot), I again raised KQ. And, again, he called. Flop has 2 spades. I bet my air, and he calls. Turn is a spade. I check, and he bets $50. I fold and he shows the flush. I mean, come on!
At this point, half joking, but 100% drunk, I got up and told him I was getting as far away from him as possible, and took a seat across the table. A few minutes later, we got into yet another hand. I again open-raised AQ. Once again, he called. Flop was A6J. He checked, I bet, he called. Turn was a 6. He checked, I bet, he called. River was a K. He bet $85. I called. We chopped - my AQ against his A8. This mutha fucker!!!
At 4:00 am . . . drunk and tired . . . I called it a night.
3 hours later, I was awake and ready for Friday. I struggled all day, likely as a result of too much booze Thursday night and two nights of virtually no sleep. But, I was determined to head over to the Hardrock for the Kenny Chesny show at 8:00. I arrived around 7:00, had a couple of Patron and clubs and, pretty soon, was ready to roll. And the show did not disappoint:
Saturday. Last day in Vegas. And the Final Four. I got to the sports book at Caesars around 11:00, only to see Richard Sherman and his crew holding court. I went to the window, and placed the biggest sucker bet I could think of: Duke/UK money line parlay for $150. I got two drinks tickets and a dunce cap for my effort. Of course, mere hours later, UK would fall to Wisconsin, and the book would get the last laugh. Actually, it was one of many laughs the book had at my expense this trip. I put together a solid 0-6. But, in my defense, this included two OT hockey losses, where I had fairly big underdogs on the ML. I also took Miami in the NIT final against Stanford and, like a champ, passed on the 2.5 points and took the Canes on the ML. Of course, Stanford won by 2 in OT. Ugh.
Saturday night, I grabbed an early dinner at Sushi Roku at the Forum shops, and then went to see Elton John:
The show was sort of . . . meh. The best part may have been when Elton called Celine Dion (who shares the theater with him) a "skinny little bitch." But, I had not gone to the show to see Elton crack jokes. The music was OK, but not too much energy. And, the entire time, some bitch in the row behind me decided she had to sing along, off key, and at the top of her lungs, to every song. What the fuck are people thinking? It got so bad that I almost left thirty minutes in. But, ultimately, I stuck it out. Fortunately, it was a relatively brief 2 hour show. It got out at 9:30 - plenty of time to crush a Saturday night in vegas, right? Wrong. My gas tank was empty. After an hour of video poker and a liter of water, I called it a trip . . .
Final Tally: ($1,500 VP) . . . ($400 sports) . . . ($125 poker) On the bright side, I did win $200 in a quick, ten-hand, session of hit-and-run black jack at the Hard Rock after the Kenny show, while waiting for the taxi line to die down. So, down about $2 G's. But, hey, at least he room was comped, right?
And now . . . zoooooom . . . back to reality.