When I first got to Vegas last month,
I knew I wanted to take things easy the first couple of days, and not push
myself too much. I had only been cleared
to drive and travel barely a week before.
And I hoped to feel well enough to stay in Vegas for over two weeks,
through New Year’s.
So the first couple of days I
envisioned relatively short poker sessions just to see how things went and how
I felt. The trip up there, on a
Saturday, eight days before Christmas, was smooth sailing. I got on the road a bit later than I would
have liked, but that was fine. After
checking in to the hotel, I hit the local supermarket to stock up on food. By the time I put my groceries away and
unpacked all my stuff, I should have been pretty tired, but I felt fine.
Just one thing left to do before
heading to MGM for some dinner and poker—set up my laptop. And there everything went off the rails. I couldn’t get on the internet. I had already gotten my celphone on without
an issue. But for the computer, I wasn’t
getting the welcome screen asking me to log in to the service provider’s
internet service. Just a message saying
there was no internet access.
I debated just leaving and dealing
with it later, but I decided it was probably a quick fix so I called technical
support. After trying a bunch of things
and checking all my settings, they decided the problem was not with their
service but with my laptop. I had an
“invalid IP address,” you see.
I thought that was bullshit. My laptop had connected to the internet from
the hospital, from my sister’s house, and from my home just the day
before. It was crazy to think my laptop
was the issue. But they told me that I
needed to call the manufacturer of my laptop to get it resolved! Are you kidding me? I left for the MGM, figuring I’d have Sunday
to figure it out.
Now, I’m sure all my readers have been
dying to know if my parking situation had gotten resolved. You all remember, right? When last I was in Vegas (in early July), I
had started getting these weird messages whenever I inserted my MLife gold card
into the machine to either enter or exit the parking structures at MGM
properties. I finally determined that the parking system thought I had never
left the Monte Carlo parking structure in late June and that was causing the
problem. You can read about it here.
So, I wondered if the system would
think my car had been in the Monte Carlo garage for all this time—like six
months! And if it that were the case,
would it give me a hard time trying to get into the MGM? Or worse, would it decide that, gold card or
not, I had to pay hundreds (if not thousands) of dollars in long-term parking
fees?
Well, the good news is, I had no issue
at all. The machine let me in, and let
me out, and never once gave me a stupid error message. It no longer believes my car is still at
Monte Carlo (except for those times, I presume, when my car actually was at
Monte Carlo this trip).
Anyway, I got in a game and it didn’t
go well. My mind wasn’t into it. I couldn’t get my computer issues out of my
mind. It was a non-starter that I be without an internet-connected laptop for
over two weeks in Vegas. I had to work,
not to mention blogging. I was thinking
this could be my shortest trip ever—I’d be driving home the next day! I came up with a bunch of things I could try
the next day to see if I could prove it was not my laptop. Like go to a place or two with public wi-fi
and see if I could get on. Then I
remembered I still had an old, crummy laptop in my car. Last I checked, it still worked. I could try that. If I could get on the net with it, well,
then, maybe it was my laptop that was the problem. And if the old clunker worked, I supposed
that, worse case scenario, I could use it for this entire trip if I had to.
But I was totally distracted and not
paying enough paying attention to the poker. I thus had a pretty bad session,
highlighted by being on the wrong side of a set-over-set situation. I ended my session fairly early, realizing
that my head wasn’t into it and I had little chance of recovering on this
night. Besides, I had intended to make
it a relatively short session anyway. I
cashed out while I still had some chips and decided to relax and enjoy the parade of proper young ladies who inexplicably wear provocative clothing.
That would also be a test. Was my newly repaired heart up to the stress
that this bevy of beauties would provide?
I’m happy to report that yes, my heart was up to the challenge. Even though it had been six months since I
had witnessed the display, my various body parts reacted just the way they are
supposed to.
Well, for awhile anyway. Suddenly the long day, and perhaps my medical
condition, took its toll. Nothing major,
just extreme fatigue. I was unable to do
all the walking necessary to fully enjoy the eye candy. I had to return to the hotel before I wanted
to. It was shame, because this was the last time the club would be open until
New Year’s weekend. Oh well. I did see
enough to remind me of what I had been missing.
Back at the hotel, I remembered to
take my old laptop into the room and decided to spend just a few minutes seeing
if I could get it on the internet. And I
had no problem at all. Hmm….did I really
have to contact Lenovo to get my new(ish) laptop on the internet? It seemed ridiculous. I used the old laptop to Google solutions to
the invalid IP address thing. I tried
the suggestion at the first page I went to.
It was a bit messy, having to go into DOS and type a bunch of arcane
commands. But son-of-a-gun…it
worked! I got the sign-on screen and my
good laptop was now on the internet.
Strange that it should have developed a problem just at the precise time
to make me think it was the service provider’s issue.
I still wanted to take it easy the
next day (Sunday). In the afternoon, I
saw a movie (Rogue One, which I thought was quite disappointing). Then I headed back to MGM for some poker.
This being Sunday night during the NFL
season, the latest incarnation of their football promo was running, and this
was my very first exposure to it. Recall
that in prior years, the MGM used to give away money to a lucky random person
after every score during the game (from $100 to $500). It was one of my
favorite promos (although I did wish the games were played during a more
convenient time).
But this year they were doing
something else. Starting two hours
before game time, players were given a “football parlay card.” The card consisted of five different poker
hands (two pair, three-of-a-kind, straight, flush and a full house). Every time
you won with one of those hands, you would get that hand on the card stamped
(assuming the pot was $40 or more, and both cards in your hand played). If you filled up the card with all five
stamps during the game, you would get $300.
After the game ended, you still had until midnight to fill up the card
and then you’d win $200. Remember, on the West Coast, the games typically end
around 8:30PM-9:00PM.
Of course, I learned about the promo
when it started back in September. This
would be my first chance to actually experience it for myself. To be honest, when I heard about the promo, I
didn’t think it was as good as the old one.
It just seemed like it would be too difficult to fill out a card in the
required time period. Especially for
someone like me who doesn’t play a lot of hands.
When I went to the podium to get a
seat, the guy there gave me a card and started explaining the promo. He was new (to me) and didn’t recognize
me. I was sorta of nodding, “yeah, yeah,
yeah.” I mean, even tho I hadn’t played
the promo myself, I knew about it from having entered it into PokerAtlas, and
putting it in my Ante Up column. And
then, as I was trying to get to my seat, he added, “And at midnight, there’s a
second chance drawing for $500.” Wait,
what? I totally forgot about that
part. “How many stamps do you need to
qualify for that?” “Just one,” he said.
Yeah, it sounded familiar when he said
it. At midnight, anyone with an
incomplete card, but one that has at least one stamp, gets thrown in a hopper,
and they actually pick two winners.
First one pulled gets $500.
Second one pulled gets $300. Glad
he reminded me of it.
But I really wasn’t there for the
promo, as I just didn’t think my chances of filling out a card were very
good. With the old promo, I did always
try to play at MGM on football nites.
Interestingly, as I got to my table,
they were paying someone $300 for filling out a card. It was still the first quarter, or maybe
early in the second. I commented about
how fast he had filled out the card. A
player near me explained he got three stamps on three consecutive hands. Impressive.
Still, I wasn’t paying attention to
the promo, except in how it might affect the play of others. As the session wore on, there was a guy at my
table who was only one stamp away from completing a card—all he needed was a
flush. You can bet he played every
suited starting hand he received. In the
fourth quarter, he was anxious for the dealer to deal faster and even called
time on someone prematurely because he wanted to see more hands.
My session was dull. I was more focused, but I was card dead. I didn’t come close to getting a stamp, and
the football game ended with my card blank.
But the players at the table were talking about the second chance
drawing—all you needed for that was one stamp.
And a buddy of mine (a long time blog-reader) came by to say hi (and ask
me about my health) and noticed my blank card. He reminded me that I needed a
stamp for the last-chance drawing.
It was getting late, past 10. I was still stampless, and was pretty much
ready to call it a night. I wasn’t
tired, but I did plan on making it an early night again as part of my plan to
take it slow. When my stack dwindled
down below $100, I didn’t add on. I
decided that was it. I was nearly ready
to go and didn’t want to risk another buy-in.
I had milked that one buy-in for at least four hours and was satisfied
with that on a night when the cards just weren’t coming.
I was almost done when I had Ace-King
and a guy straddled (the straddle at MGM is $5). I raised to $20. I didn’t have much behind. Only the straddler called and the flop missed
me. I made a c-bet that was called. Fortunately, the other guy didn’t bet the
turn or river (neither did I) and I won the pot with Ace-high.
Then my pal Heather pushed into to
deal. She soon dealt me a couple of
Aces. I opened to $8 and had four
callers. The flop was King-King-X. Ugh.
Not exactly a great flop for my Aces.
Surely someone had a King. I
almost checked, but instead bet $25. The
first guy tanked for a bit before folding.
Everyone else folded quickly. The
pot was mine.
I came thisclose to just mucking my
cards and just taking in the pot when I remembered the promo. I actually had two pair, Aces and Kings. It’s easy to forget about that because
usually when you think of two pair, you’re thinking of your two hole cards
matching two cards on the board. You’re
really thinking of your hand there as whatever pocket pair you have. When they ran a similar promo as their main
promo (see here), I’d often forget to
show my hand when I had two pair by having a pocket pair with a pair on the
board—it’s such an easy mistake to make.
Somehow, at the last possible second,
this time, I remembered. I asked Heather
if there was $40 in the pot (I’m sure I knew the answer when I sized my flop
bet, but now I was thinking about having two pair and I can’t really hold on to
two thoughts at once). She said yes. (Of
course there was: five players at $8 each is exactly $40, duh). I showed my
Aces and gave her the card for the stamp.
My first stamp of the night.
There was less than two hours left to fill out the card, but I didn’t
care about that. I figured this would
give me the option of hanging around until midnite for the second chance
drawing.
Mostly due to my inability to lose my
entire stack (despite my best efforts) (I’m kidding), it had gotten to the
point where it was too late to leave early, if you know what I mean. And you know, while waiting to bust out, I
did some math in my head. There were 6
or 7 games going. A lot of the players
in the room didn’t even have the football cards (they stop giving them out when
the 4th quarter starts). A
few that did have them would leave, or fill them up and not have a card for the
drawing. If there were, say 63 players
active in games at midnite, likely half or less would have cards in the hopper
to be eligible for the drawing. So 30ish
cards eligible, and they draw two.
DIdn’t seem like such impossible odds.
And $500—or even $300—is nothing to sneeze at.
An hour earlier I was of a mind that,
even if I got a stamp, I wouldn’t stay for the drawing. But now, after thinking about it, and it
getting close to the drawing, I decided that now that I had my stamp, it’d be
worth it to stay to midnight. I wasn’t
really that tired anyway.
Except that, as soon as I decided to
stay (after getting the qualifying stamp), I did start running out of
energy. And after awhile, I realized I
wasn’t focused on the game very much.
Luckily, in this case, I wasn’t getting any cards to play. That hand with the Aces was the end of a long
draught and the start of a new one. I
tried to get focused again but I was losing that battle.
I decided to just nit it up to an
extreme degree. I really didn’t want to
lose what was left of my stack and have to risk any more money waiting for the
drawing. Of course, if I actually had
really strong hand, I’d play it, but nothing speculative, nothing very
risky. I was basically waiting for a pocket
pair, Ace-King or Ace-Queen. Pretty much
anything else would get mucked.
And if I did lose my stack? My plan then was to buy-in for the minimum
and milk that $100 for all it’s worth. I
wasn’t even sure I’d look at my cards before mucking them (just kidding—I
think). Maybe a long bathroom break
would be in order.
It never came to that. I don’t think I would have played most of the
hands I received under any circumstances.
It was one garbage hand after another.
I did get pocket Queens once, and I did raise with them. And then folded to a donk bet on the flop
which had both an Ace and a King. That
was about it.
My stack, such as it was, survived
until midnight. The shift manager
collected all the remaining football cards that had at least one stamp on
it. My card still had just the one, but
it was enough to qualify.
The shift manager had all the cards
and explained that she would be pulling two out; the first one would be worth
$500 and the second one would be worth $300.
By this time I was really tired, but managed to be alert enough to hear
her say, “And the winner of the $500 is….”
I actually imagined her saying my
name. I heard her say it, in my head, a
few times, before I finally heard her announce the winning name. Yes indeed,
she called my name, for real. I gave out
a quick little shout of joy, and heard her say, “I haven’t seen you for a long
time. Welcome back.”
I waited a bit for her to bring me my $500 and then left as fast as I could. The drawing had saved my first two days in town. I told you I liked that promo.
I waited a bit for her to bring me my $500 and then left as fast as I could. The drawing had saved my first two days in town. I told you I liked that promo.
