I took off from work Friday afternoon around 4:15. And sat in traffic. Like, a lot of traffic. I arrived at Harrah's at 10:00. Not a good start to the weekend. However, after checking in and getting upgraded to the Waterfront Tower (fully comped), my luck began to change. I grabbed a beer, sat down at a VP machine and, within the first twenty minutes, hit my second Royal Flush of the year:
Like my first, it was runner, runner, runner. Clean living!
I played a bit more 100-hand VP, lost $100, and then shut it down . . . had some beers, and watched the NHL playoffs . . .
Saturday morning, I was up at the crack of 11:00 . . . grabbed some coffee while grinding some more VP (lost another $100), and then banged out a quick 3-mile run. Then it was off to Bally's to play some poker.
The afternoon session began around 3:00. And, it was awful. We were 5 handed most of the first hour, as half the table decided to get up at once:
We spent an hour trading blinds. Zero action. It was nearly too much excitement. Only a few half-way memorable hands. I had AA in the small blind once. An older guy, sitting on about $65, opened UTG to $15. It folded to me. I figured, if a nit opens to $15 UTG, he's strong enough to put his remaining $50 in the middle pre flop. So, I shoved. The old fucker folder. Ugh.
Eventually, when the table filled back up, I got into one interesting hand. I had $300 behind, and called an $11 raise with 66. The raiser had been gone from the table most of the session. The one hand I did see him play, he opened to $11, saw a paintless flop, bet $22 or so, got called, and gave up on the turn. I took his hand for Ax, standard C-bet. Anyhow, this time around, we went four to the flop ($45 in pot) -- 345. Raiser is first to act, and pots it. Early position folds and action is on me. Raiser has about $80 behind (after his $45 flop bet), and to my left is a short stack. I actually think my 66 may be good in this spot. Plus, I've got the redraw. So, what's the play here?
I ended my afternoon session after 3 hours, and went to Toga Bar at Caesars to watch some baseball. And play some sweet, sweet VP, of course, [yo]u see. I threw $50 in the machine, and hit aces:
Then it was off to dinner at Morton's. Filet, 3 glasses of Primal Cut Cabernet . . . Like three-betting QQ -- Standard.
After dinner, I cabbed back to Harrah's for a late night session.
This was definitely an action table that made up for Bally's. We had a Crazian, and an even crazier Russian next to him. I built up a decent stack over the course of 2 hours . . . top pair . . . c-betting missed flops . . . hit a straight with J8, et cetera. No tough spots. Then I pick up AA under the gun. I was hoping to get paid this time. I open to $14. Older guy re-raises to $35. He has about $150 left. It folds around to me. I four bet to $105. He shoves, and tables KK . . . . Several folks at the other end of the table were vocally calling for a K. But, my Aces held. After the hand, I was joking around with the table about them rooting for the old guy. I told them they were all on my list . . . They explained, "yeah, but if he won, he would have shared the wealth . . ." So, I guess I took it as a complement.
About 3 hours in, I was up $375 or so, and started racking up. If there's one lesson I've learned from poker pro, Tony Bicharles, it's that a pro never leaves a good game. But, I had Mets tickets to the game in Philly Sunday, and wanted to get some rest. Plus, I'm not a poker pro. So, I decided to leave. But one last orbit, of course . . . And, just as I'm about to walk, I look down at 33. Someone opens to $13, gets a call, and I figure, what the hell . . . Flop comes down 3 7 9 rainbow. It checks to raiser, who bets $35. I flat. 3rd player folds. Heads up to the blank on the turn. Villain (Crazy Russian) bets $65. He has about $130 left. I decide to play my set like a set (yes, I'm that awesome at poker) and shove. He snaps and tables KK. Easy game. I walked an orbit later, up $626 or so . . .
Sunday morning, I awoke around 9:00 . . . got some coffee . . . played a bit more VP . . . and, at 11:00, took off for Philly. Left AC up $1,700. Good thing, as I'm starting to put together my sweet, sweet roll for my eight day trip to Vegas in a few short weeks . . . I was hoping not to lose too much this weekend. A nearly 2 grand win was an even better result.
I got to Philly around 12:15, and parked my car at the Holiday Inn about 3/4 mile from Citizen's Bank Ball Park. I backed my G37 into a space in front of some shrubs, hiding the back of my vehicle. I have a Mets license plate frame, [yo]u see, and I don;t want my tires slashed by the local savages. It was a perfect day for a game. I was seated 12 rows back of the visiting Mets dugout:
With 41 year old Bartolo Colon on the mound, the Mets picked up the 7-4 victory, and walked the line:
#LGM. . . And, for the aforementioned Mr. Bigcharles, in response to his twitter comment, yes, this clearly stands for "Lesbian, Gay, Mash-Taters" . . .
In sum, it's been a good week for P3. Not dying. Made money in AC. Mets take 2/3. In fact, I'm feeling so good, I figure I'll share the wealth, and end this post with the following . . . Some Alice Eve, for you fans of "acting":