SlackerMcFly
06-15-2005, 12:42 AM
WSOP Trip report – Days 2 and 3
Basic trip crap in BLACK
Food, etc. in BLUE
Gambling in RED
Chapter two: “The liver is evil, it must be destroyed!”
Time-line note: It has all run together now, so if days are off or if there are other inaccuracies…… Blame it on the above.
Picking up where Yugo left off:
Slacker and Sixes went to the Bellagio whilst the others were getting rabies and wasting their final dollars on (how you say?) Buck Nekkid Big Bootay Scrippa Hose. Is that right?
<font color="red"> The Bellagio: Really nice card room, although a tad cramped. Drink service was slow, but maybe that was because we were stuck way in the back. Slacker had some 8’ beanpole (we will call him Lurch), standing directly behind his seat, like 4.5 inches behind him. Dude was seriously scary looking, and Slacker felt immediately uncomfortable.
Seats were tight as it was, and here was a 12’ soda straw/Bobble-Head with bad teeth hovering over his left shoulder. Lurch was obviously buds with a guy 2 seats to Slack’s right (we will call him Dough-Boy). Doughy was large everywhere except his chip-stack.
First hand: Slacker posts the BB, (K4o) everyone calls. Flop comes K4#. SB checks, Slacker raises, many folds around to Dough-Boy who re-raises. Slacker calls. Turn is a……4. Slacker bets, DB raises. Slack stares directly into DB’s eyes (like they do on TV) and pushes 8 more. DB calls. River is (who cares). DB bets, Slack raises, and DB lights up! Doughy calls and turns over QQ. Bright lights turn to deep darkness (the evil kind) when he sees the boat.
Doughy was looking at Lurch in a way that suggested “No way that dude leaves here alive. Slit his throat this very second!” Uncomfortability factor increased by four.
This scenario played out once more in the next couple of hands (different cards, same result) and DB was steaming. Seriously, we thought he was going to self-cook and double in size right there in front of us. Dough was rising! Lurch seemed to be fiddling for something tucked in his waist-band…. Slacker needed Grampers.
Fortunately, Seat #4 got up and left. DB immediately picked up his chips and moved to the empty seat (as far from Slack as possible). Is that a tell?
Bonus: Lurch went to stand behind Seat #2 and treated him to the “Deliverance Experience”. Comfortability factor increased tremendously.
A few more hands then DB and Slack locked horns again. Same result, only this time when Slack raised, DB just folded. Two hands later, it was HU again. DB bet four, Slacker stared at him for a long couple of seconds, then REACHED FOR HIS CHIPS. DB tossed his cards in the muck. Unbelievable fun!
Anyhow, some lady sat down to Slack’s right and worked most of his Dough-Boy earnings out of him in a hurry. Warning: If a lady tells you she is a Poetry Major and can riffle chips like Annie Duke….. Take whatever chips you have left and go play slots. She was good.
One of us had a small profit, one of us didn’t…. Time to cash and try to disappear before Dough-Boy ordered Lurch to filet Slacker on the spot. We made a hasty getaway but not before Slack stopped at the Sit-n-Go room for a quick cleaning up….. </font>
We wandered back to the Frontier at 3:00am, grabbed a chef salad at the Deli and sat down at the “Mechanical Horse-Race Machine” to eat. Very +EV looking contraption, so we get a couple of rolls of quarters and start playing. Four bets in, we figure out a system and start winning…… Too late to work it all out now, so we finished our supper and went to sleep. Guaranteed that we would return to “The Horses” at some point. Sixes had a system.
Next day (or the one after)……
<font color="blue">Breakfast at 11:00. Johnny Beef joined us at the “Garden Whatever” in the Frontier. Steak and eggs were great, hash-browns sucked but the service/prices were good. Buffet had it all and it was freshly cooked. For an older place on the strip, not too bad </font> .
JB, Sixes and Slack starting walking the strip in search of….. the strip I guess. <font color="blue">At some point it was noted that you could actually CARRY A BEER around with you anywhere in Vegas! This was the single most expensive piece of information that Slacker had ever heard. </font> Beers in hand, we walked 65 miles or so until we figured out that we each thought someone else was leading the way or had a plan. Total donks, but at least Johnny Beef had it going on with those holey jeans and flip-flops. He really is a sweet, caring, nubile, “intellegent” (in his own words), young man with rapier wit and nice shirts.
There was some reason to go the Rio, but Sixes got a call saying never mind, so the three of us walked the 100 miles back to the Frontier stopping for a beer or two. Sixes took a nap while Slacker pwned “Wheel of Fortune” for $200. Then played a little Black Jack and quit when he was up ~$150. He’s obviously a luckbox.
<font color="blue">Dinner at Little Buddha – The Palms:
We were a little late arriving for dinner, everyone already had drinks and Hor’s Doovers of some sort. Slacker had a beer (MOERON), while the others enjoyed a fine bottle of wine. Service was lightning quick! Johnny Beef had barely finished ordering when BAM, the plate was there. Slacker had the Schezuan beef w/rice and veggies. It was absolutely the tastiest he had ever had. Getting rice into your face with those freakin’ sticks (what are they called?) was really hard. Good thing they had sporks or something. Johnny Beef and Slacker would have starved otherwise. Great place to eat if you like spicy food.
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<font color="red"> SkipperBob started collecting money for the bill. He was quite generous with it, just asking everyone to pitch in $20 and he’d pick up the rest. Did I mention what a great guy he really is??? Skipper made a challenge to the table: Put up (another) $20 and guess the total amount prior to the bill being delivered. Zen, Irie and Raptor tossed in along with SkipperBob and made their predictions in secret to the person next to them.
Raptor was close, but not close enough (drain the $20), Dali or Irie (can’t remember which) was only off by $125 (on the short side so it was probably Dali) and Skipper nailed it to within $10. Easy pickings for the Skipper, but he still lost some cash on the deal (like $250 or so maybe). Did I mention what a great guy he is??? Terrific taste in wines as well.
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The Palms:
<font color="red">Two rooms of poker here. One for tournament play, one for noobs. Sixes entered a NL tourney, along with some of the others, Slacker bought a rack of blue ones and started playing 2/4 HE in the kiddie pool. Most of the other guys were playing something involving dice and disappearing chips I think.
Sixes ended up 4-handed and they agreed to chop the pot, so he profited something like $150.00 or so. Not exactly sure which night this was, but close enough. I do know it was sometime around the time he folded Aces, showed the cards then paid for everyone’s blinds on the next round. Something that he’s always wanted to do…… Don’t ask.
More of the same for a while, then we went to the Mirage to check out their poker room. Really nice and we played some “Home Game” of 1-2-3 HE that was actually fun. Just not profitable… </font>
Saturday at the Rio:
Irieguy and Zen were playing in the $1500 PL tourney at the Rio, so we went there to sweat them for a while after breakfast and a couple of beers. Amazing sight! Probably 300 tables set up in one room jammed with players. Weird that it was almost dead quiet except for the riffling of chips. ESPN cameras all over the place keeping an eye on the “outer tables”. Main table was empty at the time, beckoning and taunting all players with 10 empty seats waiting to be filled.
Wall-to-wall poker players and as many spectators as entrants. Walking lanes were very tight and jammed front to back with folks walking around gawking at famous players, famous female players (and their stacks), un-famous people and soon to be famous people. Lots of gawking and walking within INCHES of the very famous players.
We located Irie’s table and saw where Zen was, so we had the layout of the joint. Irie’s Heineken was low, so Slacker located the player’s bar. Since he is tall (and dorky) he told the bartender that he was Eric Seidel. Bartender took one look, said “Seidel has more hair”, but gave Slacker a green bottle for Irie and a couple of other brands for good measure. The “hair” comment earned him a $5 tip……
SkipperBob was there and related his system for “Winning Roulette” to us. He had worked it all out on a computer when he was 50 or so (it involved punch-cards) but it seemed to work in theory. Way too many memory cells have been destroyed since that conversation, so he will have to elaborate. Great conversation though, and really fascinating theories.
<font color="red"> Zen was to the left of Lane Flack whom you could barely see behind his giga-stack of chips. Tough spot to be sure. Irie was at a table with Marco somebody who had earlier taken out Negraneau in a television hand. I hear Marco’s wife is hot!…….Not sure if this was the event that RojoSox earned $14K (then bailed out and headed home) in or not. Simply cannot remember through the haze of fun, alcohol and exhaustion. </font> Note: If you are 47+, you should not go to Vegas and act like Tigger (normal behavior for kids like Raptor, Yugo, Jbeef, Greke and so forth). This will hurt a lot. And yes, I will do it again if I ever recover.
If you haven’t seen them already, the threads listed below are priceless. Be sure to read some or all of the responses to get a better “feel” for the event.
Link to Yugo’s story: Night 1 Trip Report (http://forumserver.twoplustwo.com/showthreaded.php?Cat=&Board=singletable&Number=260 8516&Forum=,,All_Forums,,&Words=&Searchpage=1&Limi t=25&Main=2608516&Search=true&where=&Name=18032&da terange=&newerval=&newertype=&olderval=&oldertype= &bodyprev=#Post2608516)
Related link by Johnny Beef: A few things I learned in Vegas.... (http://forumserver.twoplustwo.com/showthreaded.php?Cat=&Number=2591462&page=9&view=c ollapsed&sb=5&o=31&fpart=1)
Both threads have outstanding links and even pictures if you are interested.
Stay tuned for Chapter 3: Hopefully, by then Yugo will have come to his senses and will inject some humorous, creative writing and make this worth reading for you all.
Perhaps the others in the group will fill in the blank spots for us all……. Usher?? Raptor?? Suited Sixes??? John Hurst?? Dali??? Skipper?? Irie??? Zen??? Where for art thou on this?
SlackerMcFly - Who badly needs a new avatar......
Basic trip crap in BLACK
Food, etc. in BLUE
Gambling in RED
Chapter two: “The liver is evil, it must be destroyed!”
Time-line note: It has all run together now, so if days are off or if there are other inaccuracies…… Blame it on the above.
Picking up where Yugo left off:
Slacker and Sixes went to the Bellagio whilst the others were getting rabies and wasting their final dollars on (how you say?) Buck Nekkid Big Bootay Scrippa Hose. Is that right?
<font color="red"> The Bellagio: Really nice card room, although a tad cramped. Drink service was slow, but maybe that was because we were stuck way in the back. Slacker had some 8’ beanpole (we will call him Lurch), standing directly behind his seat, like 4.5 inches behind him. Dude was seriously scary looking, and Slacker felt immediately uncomfortable.
Seats were tight as it was, and here was a 12’ soda straw/Bobble-Head with bad teeth hovering over his left shoulder. Lurch was obviously buds with a guy 2 seats to Slack’s right (we will call him Dough-Boy). Doughy was large everywhere except his chip-stack.
First hand: Slacker posts the BB, (K4o) everyone calls. Flop comes K4#. SB checks, Slacker raises, many folds around to Dough-Boy who re-raises. Slacker calls. Turn is a……4. Slacker bets, DB raises. Slack stares directly into DB’s eyes (like they do on TV) and pushes 8 more. DB calls. River is (who cares). DB bets, Slack raises, and DB lights up! Doughy calls and turns over QQ. Bright lights turn to deep darkness (the evil kind) when he sees the boat.
Doughy was looking at Lurch in a way that suggested “No way that dude leaves here alive. Slit his throat this very second!” Uncomfortability factor increased by four.
This scenario played out once more in the next couple of hands (different cards, same result) and DB was steaming. Seriously, we thought he was going to self-cook and double in size right there in front of us. Dough was rising! Lurch seemed to be fiddling for something tucked in his waist-band…. Slacker needed Grampers.
Fortunately, Seat #4 got up and left. DB immediately picked up his chips and moved to the empty seat (as far from Slack as possible). Is that a tell?
Bonus: Lurch went to stand behind Seat #2 and treated him to the “Deliverance Experience”. Comfortability factor increased tremendously.
A few more hands then DB and Slack locked horns again. Same result, only this time when Slack raised, DB just folded. Two hands later, it was HU again. DB bet four, Slacker stared at him for a long couple of seconds, then REACHED FOR HIS CHIPS. DB tossed his cards in the muck. Unbelievable fun!
Anyhow, some lady sat down to Slack’s right and worked most of his Dough-Boy earnings out of him in a hurry. Warning: If a lady tells you she is a Poetry Major and can riffle chips like Annie Duke….. Take whatever chips you have left and go play slots. She was good.
One of us had a small profit, one of us didn’t…. Time to cash and try to disappear before Dough-Boy ordered Lurch to filet Slacker on the spot. We made a hasty getaway but not before Slack stopped at the Sit-n-Go room for a quick cleaning up….. </font>
We wandered back to the Frontier at 3:00am, grabbed a chef salad at the Deli and sat down at the “Mechanical Horse-Race Machine” to eat. Very +EV looking contraption, so we get a couple of rolls of quarters and start playing. Four bets in, we figure out a system and start winning…… Too late to work it all out now, so we finished our supper and went to sleep. Guaranteed that we would return to “The Horses” at some point. Sixes had a system.
Next day (or the one after)……
<font color="blue">Breakfast at 11:00. Johnny Beef joined us at the “Garden Whatever” in the Frontier. Steak and eggs were great, hash-browns sucked but the service/prices were good. Buffet had it all and it was freshly cooked. For an older place on the strip, not too bad </font> .
JB, Sixes and Slack starting walking the strip in search of….. the strip I guess. <font color="blue">At some point it was noted that you could actually CARRY A BEER around with you anywhere in Vegas! This was the single most expensive piece of information that Slacker had ever heard. </font> Beers in hand, we walked 65 miles or so until we figured out that we each thought someone else was leading the way or had a plan. Total donks, but at least Johnny Beef had it going on with those holey jeans and flip-flops. He really is a sweet, caring, nubile, “intellegent” (in his own words), young man with rapier wit and nice shirts.
There was some reason to go the Rio, but Sixes got a call saying never mind, so the three of us walked the 100 miles back to the Frontier stopping for a beer or two. Sixes took a nap while Slacker pwned “Wheel of Fortune” for $200. Then played a little Black Jack and quit when he was up ~$150. He’s obviously a luckbox.
<font color="blue">Dinner at Little Buddha – The Palms:
We were a little late arriving for dinner, everyone already had drinks and Hor’s Doovers of some sort. Slacker had a beer (MOERON), while the others enjoyed a fine bottle of wine. Service was lightning quick! Johnny Beef had barely finished ordering when BAM, the plate was there. Slacker had the Schezuan beef w/rice and veggies. It was absolutely the tastiest he had ever had. Getting rice into your face with those freakin’ sticks (what are they called?) was really hard. Good thing they had sporks or something. Johnny Beef and Slacker would have starved otherwise. Great place to eat if you like spicy food.
</font>
<font color="red"> SkipperBob started collecting money for the bill. He was quite generous with it, just asking everyone to pitch in $20 and he’d pick up the rest. Did I mention what a great guy he really is??? Skipper made a challenge to the table: Put up (another) $20 and guess the total amount prior to the bill being delivered. Zen, Irie and Raptor tossed in along with SkipperBob and made their predictions in secret to the person next to them.
Raptor was close, but not close enough (drain the $20), Dali or Irie (can’t remember which) was only off by $125 (on the short side so it was probably Dali) and Skipper nailed it to within $10. Easy pickings for the Skipper, but he still lost some cash on the deal (like $250 or so maybe). Did I mention what a great guy he is??? Terrific taste in wines as well.
</font>
The Palms:
<font color="red">Two rooms of poker here. One for tournament play, one for noobs. Sixes entered a NL tourney, along with some of the others, Slacker bought a rack of blue ones and started playing 2/4 HE in the kiddie pool. Most of the other guys were playing something involving dice and disappearing chips I think.
Sixes ended up 4-handed and they agreed to chop the pot, so he profited something like $150.00 or so. Not exactly sure which night this was, but close enough. I do know it was sometime around the time he folded Aces, showed the cards then paid for everyone’s blinds on the next round. Something that he’s always wanted to do…… Don’t ask.
More of the same for a while, then we went to the Mirage to check out their poker room. Really nice and we played some “Home Game” of 1-2-3 HE that was actually fun. Just not profitable… </font>
Saturday at the Rio:
Irieguy and Zen were playing in the $1500 PL tourney at the Rio, so we went there to sweat them for a while after breakfast and a couple of beers. Amazing sight! Probably 300 tables set up in one room jammed with players. Weird that it was almost dead quiet except for the riffling of chips. ESPN cameras all over the place keeping an eye on the “outer tables”. Main table was empty at the time, beckoning and taunting all players with 10 empty seats waiting to be filled.
Wall-to-wall poker players and as many spectators as entrants. Walking lanes were very tight and jammed front to back with folks walking around gawking at famous players, famous female players (and their stacks), un-famous people and soon to be famous people. Lots of gawking and walking within INCHES of the very famous players.
We located Irie’s table and saw where Zen was, so we had the layout of the joint. Irie’s Heineken was low, so Slacker located the player’s bar. Since he is tall (and dorky) he told the bartender that he was Eric Seidel. Bartender took one look, said “Seidel has more hair”, but gave Slacker a green bottle for Irie and a couple of other brands for good measure. The “hair” comment earned him a $5 tip……
SkipperBob was there and related his system for “Winning Roulette” to us. He had worked it all out on a computer when he was 50 or so (it involved punch-cards) but it seemed to work in theory. Way too many memory cells have been destroyed since that conversation, so he will have to elaborate. Great conversation though, and really fascinating theories.
<font color="red"> Zen was to the left of Lane Flack whom you could barely see behind his giga-stack of chips. Tough spot to be sure. Irie was at a table with Marco somebody who had earlier taken out Negraneau in a television hand. I hear Marco’s wife is hot!…….Not sure if this was the event that RojoSox earned $14K (then bailed out and headed home) in or not. Simply cannot remember through the haze of fun, alcohol and exhaustion. </font> Note: If you are 47+, you should not go to Vegas and act like Tigger (normal behavior for kids like Raptor, Yugo, Jbeef, Greke and so forth). This will hurt a lot. And yes, I will do it again if I ever recover.
If you haven’t seen them already, the threads listed below are priceless. Be sure to read some or all of the responses to get a better “feel” for the event.
Link to Yugo’s story: Night 1 Trip Report (http://forumserver.twoplustwo.com/showthreaded.php?Cat=&Board=singletable&Number=260 8516&Forum=,,All_Forums,,&Words=&Searchpage=1&Limi t=25&Main=2608516&Search=true&where=&Name=18032&da terange=&newerval=&newertype=&olderval=&oldertype= &bodyprev=#Post2608516)
Related link by Johnny Beef: A few things I learned in Vegas.... (http://forumserver.twoplustwo.com/showthreaded.php?Cat=&Number=2591462&page=9&view=c ollapsed&sb=5&o=31&fpart=1)
Both threads have outstanding links and even pictures if you are interested.
Stay tuned for Chapter 3: Hopefully, by then Yugo will have come to his senses and will inject some humorous, creative writing and make this worth reading for you all.
Perhaps the others in the group will fill in the blank spots for us all……. Usher?? Raptor?? Suited Sixes??? John Hurst?? Dali??? Skipper?? Irie??? Zen??? Where for art thou on this?
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