I Got Clubbed

This was my abbreviated Christmas night session at MGM.  You'll see why it was abbreviated.

There was not much going on for awhile.  I raised preflop with pocket Jacks and bet out on a flop of 5-4-2, got two callers (I think there were three callers preflop).  I checked a 9 turn and then the river paired the deuce.  A player bet big, I folded and she showed King-deuce!  Wow. Based on her play, she wouldn't have folded if I bet the turn unless I shoved—and even then, maybe not.

I won raising with pocket Queens.  Jack hi flop, I got a couple of calls. No one called my turn bet.

Then came the hand.  I guess I had about $160-$165 when it started. The Asian lady who beat me with King-deuce played into this hand.  Also there was an older European gentlemen who barely spoke.  Not sure if he was just quiet or if there was a language barrier.  The lady was sort of an aggro and the older guy was just a strange player, was really all over the map.

In the big blind, I was dealt pocket 6's.  After a few limpers, the European guy made it $10.  Well, that was kind of a small bet after a couple of limpers but I notice many players don't adjust their raises to account for limpers.  However, this guy was all over the map with his raises, he'd open-raised much bigger sometimes.

Anyway, I called, the lady called and one or two others called.  The flop was King-6-2, two clubs.  Because of the clubs, I almost donked out a bet but I decided to check and see if I could check-raise.  It folded to the preflop raiser who very considerately bet $25.  I raised to $75.  The lady called.  Really?  OK, so I was at least half-expecting the guy to fold, thinking he might have been just c-betting with nothing or maybe a weak pair and would see he was losing to two players.  But he surprised me by shoving!

Well OK, then. If he has pocket Kings then it really sucks to be me.  But I didn't think that was very likely. Would he have shoved with pocket Kings?  I suppose he might have, given the two clubs on the board.  Oh well, I'm not folding a set of 6's.  I snap-called and then to my surprise, the lady called as well.  Now the guy had me covered by a lot and the lady had a stack similar to mine, maybe a little less.  In the instant I had to think about it, I guessed that one of them had a set and the other had the flush draw.

I was proven at least partially right when the lady turned over her hand before the turn card was dealt—it was pocket deuces.  Well, bad luck for her.  I showed my pocket 6's. We both looked at the European guy who was both motionless and emotionless.  He wasn't about to reveal his hand.

I was pretty sure the guy would have shown his cards if he had two Kings.  I have heard of set-over-set-over set before but I don't think I've ever seen it personally. I assumed I was ahead and I knew I didn't want to see a club on the turn.  But sure enough, a club hit the board.  I figured I might already be beaten and then the river card was yet another club.  Ugh.

We stared at the guy who very meekly said, "I've got a flush."  And he turned over two black Aces.  Seriously?

According to the odds calculator, I was 82% to win on the flop, Mr. AA was 13%.  But that's poker, right?  It was pretty close to a $500 pot that was thisclose to being mine.

I had had enough for one night.  Just didn't feel like rebuying and continuing after that.  I called it an early night.

Merry Christmas to me.

Bah Humbug.

Great Customer Service and an Honest Poker Player

This is my evening cash session at The Venetian, following the tournament that I discussed here.  I had dinner at Café Lux, using the $10 comp I had received for playing in the tournament and paying a few bucks out of pocket.  I figured this would be my last chance to play 1/2 at the Venetian; on January 1, they changed the game to 1/3. 

I got into a game and what a wild game it was.  Seriously, it'd been a while since I'd played in a 1/2 game that was this crazy.  It seemed as if every player, save yours truly, was a maniac.  Really, for a few hands there, it looked like I wouldn't even be able to play a hand unless I was prepared to get my whole stack in preflop.

It wasn't quite that bad, but there were three or four players who really liked to make big preflop raises and then up it a notch on the flop.  I figured I would try to wait for a premium hand and have them pay me off (if it held).

So I was there for awhile and bleeding chips as I did call some preflop raises with some possibilities that missed.  Then I got pocket Queens in the small blind.  Not sure what happened, but there was a raise to $10 and it folded to me.  I just called.  My notes don't give me a clue but I suspect one or two of the main maniacs must have been away from the table for this hand, and I'm not sure if the preflop raiser was one of other maniacs but I suspect not.  Because on a Jack-high flop, two clubs, there was no bet. I guess I should have bet the turn, but it was a third club and I just checked, as did the other guy.  The river was the fourth club.  Did I mention I had the Queen of clubs?  This time I led out for $10 and he folded.

I was down to about $160-$165 when this next hand happened.  There was a lot of straddling at this table.  Some guys straddled from the button and under-the-gun when they could.  But the villain in this hand was one of the maniacs and he would only straddle under-the-gun, never on the button.  Of course that's nuts. There's no good reason to ever straddle UTG, but an argument can be made that it might be a good play to straddle from the button.  This guy was the reverse.  This guy's stack had gone up and down like a yo-yo since I'd been there.  At this moment, he had me covered by quite a bit.

In middle position, I looked down at pocket Jacks. I decided the situation called for me to just call the $4 straddle, not raise. There were still plenty of maniacs behind me. I was certain that I'd get a chance to put more chips in play before the flop. The odds of one of those maniacs raising were quite high.  And if they didn't, I was really sure the straddler would raise.  He'd never just checked his option in all the times I'd seen him straddle UTG.

But to my shock, there were just a few calls and the villain just checked behind.  Damn.  I was prepared to get my stack in if possible before the flop and I thought I had I figured out a way to do it.  Note:  Because I had been playing so tight, in stark contrast to just about everyone else, I thought if I had raised initially I might just get everyone to fold.  I hadn't raised a single hand prior to this, and so even though I had only two cards, they might have put me on quads.

The flop was nice:  King-Jack-4, two hearts (I had no hearts).  The villain led out for $15.  Seeing that wet board, I knew I had to raise, so I made it $40.  He thought a few seconds and called.  Everyone else folded.

The turn was a Queen, non-heart, and he bet $40.  Hmm….did he have Ace-10 or 10-9? It was possible.  It was also possible he had air.  I considered shoving but decided to just call. 

The river was a 6 or 7, black.  And he shoved. I had about $80 left and snap called.  If he had the straight, so be it.  As soon as I said "Call," he said, "You're good."  But he did show one card…the case Jack.  I wonder how bad the other one was?  It was a nice pot and it put me well over $100 in the black.

Sometime later I had pocket 5's and called $10 (at least one of the most extreme maniacs was gone at this point). It was multi-way. I hit my set but the flop was all diamonds.  I checked but the preflop raiser also checked. The turn was a blank and this time I bet $25.  Only the preflop raiser called.  He was not one of the maniacs, he was an older gentleman who had won a few big pots from the maniacs.  He had me covered.  The river was a blank and I put out $45.  He folded and showed one card—the Ace of diamonds.  Dodged a bullet there.

With Ace-King on the button, I called $25 on the button.  I suppose this was a good table to three-bet there, but I didn't want to get raised out of the hand and I didn't want to put my entire stack in play at that time.  It was 3 way. The flop was Ace-King-10.  It checked to me, I bet $45 and took it down.

I got pocket 5's again and I limped in, it was one of the rare limped pots.  The flop was 8-2-2, no bet.  The turn was a 5 and I bet $5, one call (the guy who paid me off on the Jacks hand).  The river was a blank and I started to bet $10 and he mucked before I got the chips out.

In the big blind with 6-9 off (aka "Big Lick"), the same guy made it $4!  It wasn't the first time he'd raised so little, although typically he raised huge.  He was an unusual player, to say the least.  It was six-ways. The flop was Ace-9-3, two diamonds.  My 9 was a diamond.  There was an Asian guy who was new to the table, he bet $10.  He had actually been complaining about how crazy this game was.  Imagine that—an Asian complaining the game was too crazy?  I called, and it was now heads up.  A third diamond hit the turn and we both checked.  A fourth diamond hit the river.  Was my 9-high flush good?  I wasn't going to bet it.  But he checked.  He had Ace-10, no diamond, and I took down the pot.

And that was it for me.  When the guy who paid me off for the Jacks finally busted out (after a few rebuys), the game got less crazy and I had grown card dead.  I had about $300 profit…almost what I was out buying into the tournament earlier that day (it was a $340 buy-in).  I was pretty happy about getting most of my money back.

I grabbed a rack.  The dealer asked, "Are you all done, Robert?"  He saw my name on the Bravo screen right in front of me.  I said yes as I racked up, I saw that I had mis-stacked my chips—I had them in stacks of 21, not 20.  So it took me a bit longer to rack then and then somehow the one black chip I had (which I won in the Jacks hand) was mixed in with the reds.  Then the dealer offered to buy the white chips off me, so we did that exchange.  Sometime during all this, I knocked a couple of my red chips into the cup holder.  If you're familiar with the Venetian, you know that their tables have unusually large cup holders.  So I heard the clank but then forgot about them.

Fortunately, I decided I wanted to take a pic of my chips for social media.  So as I walked towards the cashier, I found an empty table nearby, placed the rack of chips down, and was just about to snap a pic of the rack when I heard someone calling out, "Robert, Robert!"  At first I assumed it wasn't me they were calling, after all, I hadn't seen anyone I knew in the room, and if anybody did know me, they would have called me "Rob," not "Robert."  But since the voice was coming in the direction of the table I had just left, I looked over there, and saw a floorman and the dealer looking over the room.  The dealer was indeed calling my name and calling me back.

Had I left something there?  Before heading over there, I grabbed for my phone and it was right where it should have been, in my phone holster.  As I approached the table, the dealer was holding up a couple of red chips and telling me I left them behind, they had fallen into the cup holder.  Oh yeah.  Well what happened was that the player called to my seat noticed them as he was taking the seat.  Even though the seat was right next to the dealer, he could have easily pocketed the chips himself, so I am grateful for his honesty.  And I really appreciate the dealer reacting so fast and remembering my name and calling it out before I left the area.  Great customer service on his part.  I tipped him a buck.  Maybe I should have tipped the player too?

In a way, I did.  He needed chips and asked if he could buy some off of me, as they were still in my hand.  Of course I sold him the $200 in red he wanted.  So, instead of $500 in chips, I had two $100 bills and $300 in chips.  That's why I didn't take the picture.

Anyway, the great customer service (and that player's honesty) made me feel even better about the two-hour cash game that got almost my tourney buy-in back. I actually won $310 in that session.

"Did You Spit in My Drink?"

On the Saturday before Christmas, I played a tournament at Venetian.  They were having their New Years Extravaganza, and that weekend they were featuring a two-starting flight $340 buy-in with a $100K guarantee. The levels were 40-minutes and the starting stack was 25K so it was a pretty good value.  The Saturday I played was the second starting flight and those who made it thru either day 1 would return on Sunday.

Sadly, I wasn't one of those returning on Sunday. I was at a really tough table, with some solid players.  Worse, I was quite card dead.  The guy on my immediate right was a dealer.  He looked familiar to me but he said he doesn't deal in Vegas, he deals in circuit events at Choctaw and places like that.  Despite the fact that he was a dealer, he was a really good player.  A couple of spots to his right there was a guy the dealer recognized as a Twitch streamer.  You know, one of those guys who would play online and stream it and discuss what he was doing and why. That guy said he had closed down his channel a few years back but apparently he was real popular at the time.  This guy claims to play mostly live cash nowadays—5/10 and higher—and it's like "printing money."  Which doesn't explain what he was doing in this tournament, but I digress.

The dealer ordered lunch while he was playing.  When the waitress brought his food, he was in the middle of the hand.  Which reminds me.  The surest thing in Vegas is that the cocktail waitress will come over to the person whose turn it is to act and ask for his order (or give him his drink), slowing down the game.  Anyway, the guy had the waitress wait until the hand finished before settling up, and then he said to her, "Sorry, sweetie."  Wow, can a man say that to a female service person these days?

Anyway, he ate and then left the table.  He was gone for a long time.  He missed one or two complete orbits.  I hope that's not a reflection on the meal he had just consumed!  It was costly because by this time the big blind ante had kicked in and he missed two of them.  When he finally came back, the cart with his finished meal was still there, as was his cup of lemonade.  So as he was settling back into his chair, he surveyed the cart, reached for his lemonade and then said to me, completely out of the blue, "Did you spit in my drink?"

Totally caught off guard by this question, I none-the-less managed to get off a pretty good response (if I do say so myself).  "No.…did you want me to?"

He looked at me for a few seconds, sized me up, shrugged, and said, "It'd probably be ok."

The tournament drew a big crowd.  I was actually surprised there were so many players considering the time of year it was.  I think this flight ended up with around 360 runners.  For much of the afternoon every table in the room was in use, and the cash games had long waiting lists as they needed so many tables for the tournament.  Finally towards the end of my run, I saw that when they were breaking tournament tables they were immediately turning those tables into cash games.  I think the flight the day before had well over 250 players.

But as I said, tough table and even tougher cards. I won't do a complete hand history.  In fact, I'm only going to discuss my last hand, because it was somewhat noteworthy. 

It's level 7 where the blinds are 300/600, with a $600 big blind ante.  My stack was at a bit more than 18K when the level started and I hadn't won (or played) a hand this level.  I was on the button with 5-4 offsuit.  Easy fold, right?  Well, a couple of people and limped in and no one raised.  That was unusual because there was usually a raise in front of me every time.  The blinds behind me hadn't been aggressive.  The aggressive guys all limped or folded already.  I wasn't in fold-or-shove mode yet, but I needed to take some risks to get some chips. With that limper money in there, I thought maybe it was worth $600 to see a flop.  Maybe I'd get lucky.

Another possibility was to raise and try to steal it all preflop, I know.  But I thought I didn't have enough chips to risk raising enough to make the steal likely successful, and if I got four-bet I'd be screwed.  And if I got called, I'd likely to have to c-bet fairly large with nothing.  It seemed like the better option was to call, hope for a great flop, and if I missed, well, I wouldn't be out a lot of chips.

So I decided to take a shot and call.  The blinds didn't raise.  And I got my lucky flop.  Boy, did I ever.  It was Ace-2-3.  Also known as the stone cold nuts.  As I'm thinking how to play it, an early position player shoved his short stack.  I had him covered.  But the next guy also shoved.  And he had me covered.  So there was no decision to make, I had no choice but to call/shove.  With the best possible hand.

The rest of the players folded and we showed our hands.  The short stack had Ace-9 or Ace-8, something like that.  The bigger stack had a set of 3's.  So I really needed the board not to pair. I started thinking, "don't pair the board, don't pair the board," repeatedly in my mind.

But the turn card didn't just pair the board—it was the case 3.  Yeah the big stack turned quads and I was drawing dead. Flopping the wheel just wasn't good enough.  At least I lost to quads, right? And thus my tournament was over, just like that.

And that's how I learned you should never play 5-4.  Serves me right.

I wandered over to the food court, in a slight daze, with my drink and tried to figure out my next move.  While I was thinking, I caught up a little bit on Twitter.  I hadn't been on there all day.  I noticed that my Twitter pal Luke Johnston was playing over at the Mirage, which of course is right across the Strip from the Venetian.

Hmmm…despite our multitude of Twitter interactions over the past few years, I'd never actually meant Luke.  And I started to think that this would be the perfect time to correct this.  If you don't follow Luke on Twitter, he is a Vegas grinder (both online and live), a sometime poker dealer, and a total political junkie.  He's somewhat of a poker insider and often gives me heads up about poker happenings in Vegas (and sometimes, I'm the one giving him the dope).

So I walked over there.  I figured I'd recognize him from his twitter pic and surprise him.  But when I got there, I was greeted by Kristi, aka Alaskagal. So I asked her if Luke was still there.  She said no, he had just left, in fact she was surprised I hadn't seen him when I came in.  Damn.  I said I came over to finally meet him and she was surprised we had never met.  Kristi assumed that everyone in poker knows everyone else—a natural assumption to make.  She volunteered to text him and see if he'd come back to say hi—she was sure he hadn't even had time to make it to the parking lot, that's how recently he'd left.

Well Luke responded to her text and said he'd come back to meet me.  Cool.  A few minutes later there he was.  We chatted mostly about inside Vegas poker stuff, who's in, who's on the way out, stuff like that.  We did not discuss politics.  That's because like me, Luke doesn't believe in discussing politics in the poker room.  When he's dealing he won't allow it.  Now if you read Luke's tweets you will see he has some extremely strong opinions about the current political scene.  He is not afraid to tweet them out in a sometimes pugnacious style. He's certainly not shy about making his case. But somehow I knew that he wouldn't come across that way in person.  In fact, he is a really cool, very soft-spoken guy.  It was great finally meeting him.

Anyway, Luke had to run, so he took off, as did I.  I'll fill you in on the rest of my day sometime in the future.

It Was Not a Call

Saturday I was back in Ventura for a another 2/3 session.  It turned out to be a good session—I won some money, won a hand with pocket Kings and even got a weird story out of those Kings.

Early on, probably the first time I was the big blind, I got pocket Aces.  There was a raise to $10 and a call, so when it got to me, I made it $40.  The original raiser folded, but the guy who called the $10 went all-in.  Cool.

When I had just gotten to the table, this guy had shoved a small stack preflop, and was called by two players.  It turned out he won that hand.  Not sure if he had done anything since, but I really didn't care that much about his stack, I wasn't going to do anything but call.  Although I could tell my initial $300 buy-in (more-or-less what I still had) easily covered him.  I didn't even bother to ask for a count, I didn't Hollywood it up by pretending to think about, I announced "call" as soon as I heard him say "all-in."  A player near me said, "That was fast."

We didn't show.  I really didn't notice the board.  I didn't improve.  Did I need to?  I guess not.  It was clear he wanted me to show first but I knew it was on him to show so I waited him out.  He then showed pocket 3's. Just like me, he didn't hit his set.  It was nice pot to claim so early in the session.  When I finished stacking my chips, I had about $425 there.  I also found it rather interesting that the guy would shove a ~$120 stack against a three-bet.

When I showed my Aces, the same player said, "So that's why you called so fast."  I said, "Well, I'm a bad player but even I couldn't have screwed that one up."

I open-raised Queen-Jack in late position, got one call, and took it down with a c-bet on a low flop.

Then I got pocket Jacks and there were a bunch of limpers.  I made it $22 and didn't get a call.

I went a long time without getting anything to play.  It was a pretty good table, too.  There were no total lunatics there, but a few players were keeping the action going.  Nothing too crazy.  A few calling stations.  But I was having trouble finding a hand to play.

So I had a really tight image when this next hand occurred and I think that's why it played out as it did. I had pocket 5's. A guy raised to $15.  He was one of the more active players in the game.  He wasn't playing all that many hands, but when he did play one he played it aggressively.  He had me covered and since I still had over $300 it was definitely worth a call, even though we'd be heads up.  If he caught something, he'd definitely put some chips in play, at least that was my thinking.

Well, I did hit my set.  It was like 8-5-3.  There were two hearts and one diamond.  To my surprise, he checked.  So I felt I had to bet, especially with the two hearts out there.  I made it $20 and he took just a few seconds to fold.  He showed his cards: Ace-King of diamonds.  I said, "You didn't want to chase the back-door flush draw?"  He scoffed.

I really was shocked that he didn't c-bet that flop.  I would have expected him to c-bet most flops.  I didn't think too much of it at the time, but later I realized it was probably because he saw me as such a tight player.  I bet he would have c-bet heads up against any other player.

Oh well, he wasn't crazy, and he wouldn't have put a lot of chips in play with Ace-high no matter what.

I was getting ready to call it a day.  I had still had about $360-$370 in front of me.  One last orbit.  And of course, in early position, I looked down at the dreaded pocket Kings.  I opened to $15 and got four callers.  So I guess my image couldn't have been all that tight after all.  The flop was Jack-9-2, rainbow.  Pretty good flop for my Kings.  It checked to me and I bet $55. The guy on my left folded instantly.  It looked like the next two players were going to fold as well.

Next to him was a woman who had been at the table since I'd gotten there.  She had about $500 in front of her.  I'd played with her before.  She wasn't particularly aggressive but she could get sticky with a hand.  Didn't quite play any two cards but she had a pretty wide range.  It looked like she started to fold but then hesitated, looked at her cards, stared at the board a bit, looked at her hand again, and just stopped.  Hmm… she obviously didn't have me beat but she likely had a draw.  If it was an open-ender she likely would have snap-called so it must have been a gut-shot.  Or who knows what?

Then she started counting and stacking chips.  All of a sudden it looked like maybe she was going to raise?  Hmm.  Then she had the chips out and just froze again.  At one point she apologized for taking so much time, but she didn't ask for more time.  Meanwhile, the player next to act after her had read her initial intention as I had and I could tell he was ready to fold.

Finally she pushed her cards forward.  The next two players folded instantly and the dealer started to push me the pot.  But the fellow between the lady and me spoke up.  "She called, didn't she?"  The dealer was surprised but he held down her cards and kept them from the muck.  I'm not sure exactly what he said, but while he didn't agree that she had called, he was protecting her hand and questioned the guy, something like, "you think that's a call?"  or maybe he said, "that wasn't a call," or something.

I said nothing but the guy protesting went on.  "I did the same thing just the other day and it was a call.  She pushed her chips forward.  Isn't that a call?"  At this point I said, "I don't think it was close to a call," but the dealer responded to the guy, "Well that's not my decision to make."  The guy kept questioning it so the dealer called the floor over.

I thought it was ridiculous.  She didn't call.  She just put a stack of chips barely in front of the rest of her chips and counted out a bet. She did not push them forward.  There were still quite a bit away from the line on the table which may or may not be a betting line. You see people do that all the time.  Although you see it more often in tournaments because people want to see how many chips they'll have left if they call and lose. 

It got weirder.  The floor heard the dealer's story, perhaps the lady started to explain and the other guy started to explain and I was waiting for my turn and then, the floorman punted.  I thought this was the guy who was running the room but it turns that was another guy.  He said he would call the other guy over to make a decision.  This was really getting out of hand.

While we waited for the other guy to show up, I said to the dealer, "Doesn't my opinion count?"  The dealer said, "Well, you said it was a call…"  Ugh.  He obviously hadn't been paying complete attention.  I said, "No, this other guy—who was already out of the hand—said it was a call.  I don't think it was a call.  In fact, I know it wasn't a call."  This was more forceful than the lady had been. She was being oddly quiet.  I added, "I've been playing with her for hours, I know she didn't mean to call, and she definitely wasn't trying to pull an angle."

The dealer said, "I thought you were saying it was a call.  If you are agreeing that she folded, that's it."  Just then the other floor showed up but the dealer said to him, "Never mind, it's ok."  And pushed me the pot and mucked her cards and the issue was resolved.

It was bizarre. Maybe the guy who was complaining really thought this was a similar situation to one he'd been in recently that was ruled differently.  But I suspect he was more interested in seeing the hand play out so he could see what/how I was playing.  Just a guess.

I was perfectly fine with her fold. Knowing my luck with pocket Kings, if she had a draw, she would have hit it for sure.  Ok, I'm just kidding there. But to me it was clearly not a call.  Let me put it this way, it was not a call in any card room I've ever played in, including this one.  So it was simply the right thing to do to let her fold when that was her intention.  To rule otherwise would have been absurd. 

That resolved, she explained, "I had Queen-8."  So I was right, she had a gut-shot.  I surely wouldn't have been surprised if she had called.  And of course, because I had pocket Kings the odds of a 10 hitting the turn were about 97%.  You can look that up in any poker odds calculator.  Just make sure you input that it is Rob with the KK.  If she had only known me better, and known I had KK, she would have called instantly.

I left not long after, booking a $140 win.

"You Are the Tightest Player in Ventura"

This is about my most recent session in Ventura.  Before I headed out there this particular Saturday, I had already decided that I was going to play 2/3, not 1/2 as I have been playing lately.  Originally, I started playing 1/2 because I noticed how poor the play was at that game.  The players were just so bad I thought it would be like taking candy from a baby.  And truth is, I did have some success at that game when I started. 

But I couldn't build on that success and then it all kind of went south.  And I started thinking that between the low cap for the max buy-in ($100) and the rake ($5+$1—taken off the top, no matter how big or small the pot is), it just was too hard to actually beat the game long term.  I was wondering if my early success was just me being on the right side of variance.

Then I had that session where I was bet off my pocket pairs preflop by ridiculous raises and would have hit sets three times (one time turning into quads) if only I'd made really bad calls.  I wrote about that session here.  And in response, the excellent blogger persuadeo posted a long comment explaining the flaws in this game in detail.  I was heading there on my own but his comment really crystallized it for me.

So I decided to go back to 2/3, where the buy-in is $100-$300, much more reasonable, but the players are a lot better and a lot tougher to play against.  So it's a trade off.  If I could only play that game against a tableful of that room's 1/2 players, I'd be set.

If only we could always pick our opponents, huh?

I bought in for $300 and noticed immediately that this was an action table.  There was one guy in particular who was making the game play big.  Not surprisingly, he was Asian.  Even as I was settling in, I heard one player say (after a hand I hadn't seen), "I only played that because he was in,"  The "he" was the Asian fellow in question.  There was another Asian guy on my immediate right who also liked to mix it up.  I kind of pegged as a semi-maniac who seemed normal only when compared to the other guy.

Every hand when I first got there was raised, often three-bet and the first Asian I mentioned was never not involved.  But after an orbit or two, before I had even gotten a hand to play, he took off.  Good thing. If he had still been around when I got the hand I am about to describe, he would have in all likelihood bet me out of the pot preflop.

Anyway, I was in late position with pocket 7's.  There was an early position raise to $10.  This was the first time I'd seen anyone open that small at this table.  Before this, it was anywhere between $15-$25.  And perhaps because the opening raise was such a reasonable amount for a change, almost everyone called.  Of course I called and seven of us saw the flop.

The flop was favorable, as they say. Jack-7-4, rainbow.  The preflop raiser checked, and then it went check, check, check.  It was beginning to look like it would check to me when the guy on my immediate right, the nitty-maniac, if you will, counted out chips and bet $50.

Hmm…..I have gotten burned more than once slow-playing sets.  It was of course, a fairly dry board.  Still, there were possible gut-shots there and even an open-ender with 5-6.  And didn't I want to get the money in the middle there if I possibly could?

Now I knew the guy who bet wasn't a total maniac like the guy who left but he seemed to be on the loose side.  I recalled that preflop, when it was his turn, he hesitated before calling.  My read was that he was seriously considering raising but decided to just call. And to me, I thought that, while it was possible he thought his hand was strong enough to be worth a three-bet, it was just as likely he was thinking of trying to steal all those $10 bets with a big re-raise even if he didn't have much.

So I was thinking there was a good chance he was trying to steal the pot now, seeing all the checks in front of him, including from the preflop raiser.  Of course he could have a hand too.  And my thought was the odds were it was going to be heads up between us.  If he was trying to steal, I wasn't going to get any more money out of him.  But if he was betting with a hand—if he had top pair and a decent kicker—he was likely to call, or actually come over the top and that was just fine with me.

I dismissed the thought of him having a set of Jacks.  I would have bet anything he would have three-bet with pocket Jacks preflop—and probably big. So many people freak out over pocket Jacks (much like I freak out over pocket Kings). I've seen so many people betting huge with them trying to take it down preflop. So a set of Jacks wasn't much of a consideration.  Besides, if someone has a set of Jacks there, well, that's poker, right?

His stack was probably similar to mine.  I think he probably had a little less, but it was hard to tell since he was stacking his chips funny.  Regardless, we weren't far apart and I knew my entire $300 buy-in was on the line, more-or-less.  I hadn't really played a hand, just posted some blinds since I sat down, so I was close to the buy-in I started with.

Thus, I wanted to raise.  I figured 3X his bet was about right.  However, somehow I miscounted and actually put out $160 instead of $150.  Oh well, that couldn't make much of a difference, could it?

It folded quickly around the table until one guy hesitated a bit.  He seemed pained, but he folded.  Back to the guy on my immediate right.  He tanked.  And tanked.  And tanked.  OK, so he had something, he wasn't just trying to steal.  But he didn't have a set or he wouldn't be tanking.  It was obvious I had given him a tough decision.  He was talking a bit, asking things like what could I have, and "You have the Ace?"  I remained silent of of course.

Honestly, I expected him to eventually call—or more likely shove.  And it appeared he was going to do one of those two things.  But he hesitated some more and finally folded.  However, he did show his cards as he folded.  It was Ace-Jack.  Wow.  So a bit of  a misread on my part.  I would have bet anything he would not have folded TPTK.  Surprise.

He kept saying, "Nice hand."  He must have told me that half a dozen times.  I could tell by the way he was saying it, he was really asking me what I had.  Of course I said nothing.  But it really disturbed him.  He left the table an orbit or so later and I was sure it was due to losing that hand.  I wonder if he felt he folded the best hand there?

Anyway, that guy who hesitated to fold to my $150 bet piped up.  "You saved me money.  I had Jack-10.  I was gonna call the $50."  Ok, so that's fifty bucks I missed out on.  Maybe some others would have called if I had just called and it would have been a huge pot?  Still, I'm not thinking I played it wrong.  Agree?  Disagree?

Here's the other thing.  That was the only pot I won all day.  I was ridiculously card dead.  I got two or three other small pocket pairs and whiffed.  The 7's were the biggest of the pairs I got.  No Ace-King or Ace-Queen.  I got Ace-Jack suited and raised in early position.  I got about five callers and couldn't c-bet when I missed the flop.  Nothing else was really playable.

So I ended up being a folding machine for the rest of the session.  That did lead to one rather unpleasant incident.  After awhile an off-duty joined our table. I've mentioned him before, he was the same guy who insisted on seeing "both hands" in the story I told here.  He had his head buried in his phone most of the time.  But when he wasn't staring at his phone, he was bitching about something.  He even talked very disrespectfully to the floorman (room manager, I think) when he didn't get the table change he had requested.

He was now sitting directly on my right.  And there was a preflop raise and he folded. But he was very careless in letting go of  his cards and they both flipped over.  It was 7-2 offsuit.  Now in this situation, I often make a particular joke.  So I said to him, "You play too tight, sir."  This almost always gets a laugh or at least a chuckle. Especially coming from me, as I am usually one of the tightest players at the table. That's kind of what makes it funny, right? But for some reason, this guy took offense to it.

He snapped, "No….you play too tight.  You are the tightest player in Ventura." It wasn't in a friendly tone, either.  It was kind of nasty. "I wouldn't have said anything but you brought it up"  I think it's possible he had his face buried in his phone so far that he might not have even seen his cards flip over.  But I was surprised by his attitude.  I started to explain, "You folded 7-deuce, it was obviously a joke."  I don't think he heard me.  He just repeated that I was the tightest player in Ventura.  Well, on this day I probably was, but he was missing the point.  I gave up trying to explain my obvious joke.

Anyway, they had four games going and they all got short-handed, but not quite short-handed enough to combine.  Our table had gone from the action table to the nitty table.  And judging by all the people who were trying to get table changes, all the games were like that.  Rather than wait it out, I just took off after a couple of hours.  I managed to hang on to some of the only pot I won, and left with a $40 profit.

I guess I can live with that.  After all, I am the tightest player in Ventura.

Vegas Poker Scene—April 2019

Here's my latest column for Ante Up.  The Ante Up website is still being upgraded so they are not posting my columns in HTML format these days (tho you can download a PDF version of the entire magazine).  So this is the version I submitted for publication.

And this time, readers of my blog get a bit of a bonus because I noticed that the actual print version of my column was edited down quite a bit.  I assume that the reason for this was just a matter of space, I sent the same length column I always do.  If they needed more room for something else, it's easiest to reduce my column since of all the territories, mine is by far the largest and the the longest column.

So enjoy the extra coverage that only my blog readers will ever see.. 

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Planet Hollywood hosts Goliath May 28 – July 7.  The main event, which will be 8-handed, starts July 2 and has a $1,700 buy-in and a $1M guarantee. 

As usual, the series promises something for everyone.  A turbo $150 Dealer's Choice tourney (20-minute levels) gets things rolling on May 28, and a regular $150 Dealer's Choice tournament (30-minute levels) runs June 2.  If you can spare $100, you can play for a $150K guaranteed prize pool in the "C-Note" NLH event that has three consecutive days with three starting flights each beginning May 29. First place is guaranteed to be $20K.

A $200 Short deck NLH event runs June 1.  A $250 NLH with seven starting flights and a $250K guarantee begins June 2. Then a $600 NLH with five starting flights and a $500K guarantee launches June 5. A $140 "Low Roller" event with three starting flights runs June 10, followed by a similar tournament with a $160 buy in the next day.  The guarantees are $50K and $60K respectively.

There are three different $300 two-day events with six-starting flights and $200K guarantees.  These start June 12, June 18 and July 5.  Running through the series are "50K in a Day" NLH with a $250 buy-in and a $50K guarantee.

A $600 NLH "Ultimate Goliath Stack" with a single starting flight and a $300K guarantee plays over three days, beginning June 17.

A $600 Seniors runs June 14 with a $100K guarantee and a $400 Super Seniors plays on June 15 with a $50K guarantee.  The $300 Ladies event with a $50K guarantee starts June 18.

There are plenty of non-hold'em events throughout, most priced at $200.  For example, 2-7 NL Draw (June 7), 8-Game Mix (June 8) 2-7 Triple Draw (June 14), PLO (June 16). Omaha8/Stud8 (June 20), Razz (June 22) and PLO8 (June 24). A two-day, $1,100 PLO tournament with a $75K guarantee starts June 20.  A two-day $1,100 PLO 8 event with a $50K guarantee begins June 29. A two-day $1,100 Big O tourney with a $50K guarantee starts June 26.

ARIA: The Aria Poker Classic runs June 2 – July 14.  New this year: virtually all regular day time events will have guaranteed prize pools. The $400 NLH tourney that runs most days has a $40K guarantee. The non-hold'em events during the day (replacing the $400 NLH) are $470 buy-ins with a $25K guarantee. These include Limit Omaha 8/B (June 3 and 14), HORSE (June 4 and July 13), Limit O/E (June 6), PLO (June 9 and 11) and PLO 8 (July 1).

A $1,100 two-day HORSE tournament starts June 16 with a $50K guarantee.  A two-day NLH with a $100K guarantee starts July 2.  There will be $150 satellites for these two events the evening before.

A $350 Ladies event runs June 18.  A $470 Seniors event with a $50K guarantee runs June 12.

Most evenings feature a $240 NLH tournament, but there are a few $240 non-hold'em events as well, including a Short Deck tourney (June 5), Triple Draw Mix (July 3) and NL 2-7 Single Draw (July 10).

The WPT 500 returns, beginning June 21.  There are eight starting flights, four of which are turbos. The buy-in amount and the prize pool guarantee have yet to be announced, but last year the buy-in was $570 and the guarantee was $1M. There will also be two $100 turbo satellites for these tournaments on June 21 and June 22.

In February, David Peters won the $100K main event of the U.S. Poker Open  That victory gave him enough points to also claim the overall championship for the 10-event high roller series.  Peters earned $1.3M for the final event and $1.6M for the overall series, including the $100K bonus he was awarded for the championship.

In the final event, Christopher Hunichen took second place for $858K and Keith Tilston was third for $528K.  There were 33 players and a total prize pool of $3.3M.  Sean Winter finished second in the overall series, taking home $748K, and Stephen Chidwick, last year's winner, received $706K for third overall.

WYNN: The Wynn Signature Series runs April 24 – May 5.  The opening event is a $550 Seniors NLH tournament with a $50K guarantee. On April 25, the first of three starting flights begins for a $600 NLH event with a $250K guarantee.

April 28 is the day for an $1,100 NLH event with a $100K guarantee.  The first of three starting flights for a $400 NLH with a $150K guarantee takes place April 30.  One day NLH events with buy-ins of $300 and $400 fill out the schedule. 

For fans of disciplines other than no limit hold'em, the series offers a $300 Limit Omaha 8 tournament on April 30 with a $10K guarantee. The next day, a $400 PLO event takes place. May 2 is the day that fans of the new game Short Deck NLH get their chance to play in a $300 tourney with a $10K guarantee.

RIO: Viet Vio, of Pearland, TX, won the main event of the WSOP circuit event in February, taking home $274K.  Sohale Khalili of Los Angeles earned $169K for second and Peter Lockwood of Arlington, TX claimed $125K for third.  The event drew over 950 entrants for the $1,700 buy-in event, resulting in a $1.4M prize pool, easily surpassing the $1M guarantee.

VENETIAN: Former WSOP Main Event runner-up Jesse Sylvia took down the main event in the room's first Deepstack Extravaganza of the year in February.  Sylvia was heads up with fellow Las Vegas pro James Carroll and the two agreed to an even chop, then played one final hand for the title. Each went home with $185K.  Mitch Garshofsky, also of Las Vegas, earned $103K for third. The $1,600 buy-in event attracted almost 800 players for a prize pool of $1.1M.

Deepstack Showdown runs May 1 – 5, featuring a $400 MonsterStack NLH tournament with three starting flights beginning May 2 and offering a $200K guarantee.