Bloggah nails WSOP Part 1 (Hopefully)...aka Venus plays hard to get, but I will pin her down...aka I get a Lovable Newfie Roomate
Highlight of the trip? Hoy made the money in the WSOP 6-max. I talked to him on the phone on as he prepared to leave and I was totally struck by the confidence in his voice. He knew he was going to do it. Amazing stuff.
And me? Having a lot of fun fucking around but so far I’m down $400 on Roulette. I think my brief tenure as a semi-pro wheel spinner has reached its end.
On the harrowing plane ride into LV/NE these two crazed and talkative ovarian fossils I was wedged between convinced me I would definitely win at slots if I played Megabucks or Wheel of Fortune three times.
God I hate old people.
Anyhoo.
Out my buy-in from the Venetian $550. Took a trip to Tiltsville way early when a calling station tried to donate half his stack in a hunt for a spade. Sadly the universe rewarded this poor grasp on math and circumstance. I then tilt-called Fuel’s nut flush river re-raise with the third nut flush and short. It was interesting: I took a look a him and thought, “Fuck, he’s holding the nuts.” Regrettably that insight was followed by, “I call”. Mmmph. Pretty poor play after that: T/W.
Fuel, Chad, Don and Weak all demonstrated far madder skillz than I, but I will make up for that tomorrow. First day jitters I guess, but it ain’t all bad news.
Up my buy-in playing 2-5 at the Mirage with a table full of live maniacs playing 7-To like it was the stone cole nubs. Would have stacked a shorty to add to it, but QQ on an all low flop will invariably weep in the face of A8c.
The most interesting thing about this trip is rooming with Fuel. XTna: Not too worry, I have everything under control. Despite his chemical weapon (gas bomb) assault on the Venetian 5-10 table we were observing, and his total mockery of my newfound chubbiness [and his total mockery of my beloved men’s facial care products], it turns out he’s good company. Within our larger community some of us end up knowing each other better than others, and this maniac certainly falls within that ring of guys I look to waste my time with online. It is a little amazing how spot on blogging seems to be about predicting whether you will get along with someone. On the face of it, many of us don’t seem to have a lot in common, but every time I meet the lot of you, I come away thinking the experience was well worth the trip.
Nonetheless, in the immortal words of Chad:
Give me money Bitch!
Time to go lay waste to something myself.
Laytah.
And me? Having a lot of fun fucking around but so far I’m down $400 on Roulette. I think my brief tenure as a semi-pro wheel spinner has reached its end.
On the harrowing plane ride into LV/NE these two crazed and talkative ovarian fossils I was wedged between convinced me I would definitely win at slots if I played Megabucks or Wheel of Fortune three times.
God I hate old people.
Anyhoo.
Out my buy-in from the Venetian $550. Took a trip to Tiltsville way early when a calling station tried to donate half his stack in a hunt for a spade. Sadly the universe rewarded this poor grasp on math and circumstance. I then tilt-called Fuel’s nut flush river re-raise with the third nut flush and short. It was interesting: I took a look a him and thought, “Fuck, he’s holding the nuts.” Regrettably that insight was followed by, “I call”. Mmmph. Pretty poor play after that: T/W.
Fuel, Chad, Don and Weak all demonstrated far madder skillz than I, but I will make up for that tomorrow. First day jitters I guess, but it ain’t all bad news.
Up my buy-in playing 2-5 at the Mirage with a table full of live maniacs playing 7-To like it was the stone cole nubs. Would have stacked a shorty to add to it, but QQ on an all low flop will invariably weep in the face of A8c.
The most interesting thing about this trip is rooming with Fuel. XTna: Not too worry, I have everything under control. Despite his chemical weapon (gas bomb) assault on the Venetian 5-10 table we were observing, and his total mockery of my newfound chubbiness [and his total mockery of my beloved men’s facial care products], it turns out he’s good company. Within our larger community some of us end up knowing each other better than others, and this maniac certainly falls within that ring of guys I look to waste my time with online. It is a little amazing how spot on blogging seems to be about predicting whether you will get along with someone. On the face of it, many of us don’t seem to have a lot in common, but every time I meet the lot of you, I come away thinking the experience was well worth the trip.
Nonetheless, in the immortal words of Chad:
Give me money Bitch!
Time to go lay waste to something myself.
Laytah.
posted by Iakaris aka I.A.K. at 3:06 AM
6 Comments:
Sounds like you are having fun. I'm sure day 2 will be a lot more profitable. Make us bloggers proud!
the tourists don't fold A-x on the strip. get used to it.
cya in a few hrs.
I concur with your thoughts about Fuel. Although I've never had to spend the night with him, he is always good company.
Damn I wish I was there! Iak, tell 'em all Hoff says Hi. GL brutha, and I'm waiting for the trip recap.
I love you dearly, but you are still a megafag cooler.
Ike, glad I finally caught up with you, sorry for abandoning you at the mirage, but I guess it turned into positive EV. Next time I'll stick around a little longer.
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