24 Hours of Poker (Trip Report)

The following is the budding tale of my first ever 24 hour consecutive session of live poker. Now I realize for many of you 24 hours straight of live poker is not very impressive let alone even a feat to post about. However for me it was quite impressive and a first, so I thought I would post about it.

My story begins thursday night with me having to write a 10 page essay due friday morning on a book I hadn't even started to read yet. So hoped on adderall and numerous cans of pop and cups of coffee I pull an all nighter and finish my paper...Fast forward to the end of classes on Friday, and me dreadfully finding out this is nothing goign on Firday night in regards to partys.Dismal.

Never fear though, living only 5 minutes from an indian casino, it was time to go play some poker. So my buddy and I head out Friday around 3:30pm to the Soaring Eagle Casino. This will be the setting for my story.

My original plans for the day were to play a little low limit hold em' and then hhopefully find something to do that night. Let the story begin... (Yea yea, Finally)

3:45pm -- Seated in a new table forming of a 3/6 game, first ten hands, 4 chops, average age at the table a young 65 years. This just isn't cutting it.

3:55pm -- Got a table change to another newly forming 3/6 game. Things look much better, the table seems very young at the onset, and approximatly 5-6 to the flop in raised pots to start the day. Things are looking great.

4:45pm -- My buddy goes break at the rare 15/30 game, goes to play craps. My table slows down, some old timers check in, average pot size decreases as well as the fun factor.

6:00pm-- I have spent the past hour and change listening to people talk about the good old days of Soaring Eagle Casino poker (pre poker room closing in 93' apparently). Then listended to a guy who is apparently up $47,000 online ramble on and on about pot odds and how he busted out to Raymer in an online qualifier to the 2004WSOP when his KK was cracked by raymers 1010. This fella' is a real character, real nice guy, it's just my BS meter is going off the charts. His weak-tight play let alone the fact that this proven big money online player is palying 3/6 rather poorly, its making me rather agigitated. Yet with him seataed to my direct left, I must nod along and pretend to give two shits for the course of his stay at my table.

8:00pm -- Table is still rather slow, no other tables look promising either. Majority of my table is weak-tight's still talking about proper poker ettiquite an the "good old days." I play a few hands blind, throw in a few straddles, whole table hates me, and refers to me as the young gun with moms money. I love poker.

10:00pm -- Table gets better, a couple of regulars sit down, rather poor players but fun guys, a few kids my age take a seat, and to my immediate left are two heaavy set total rocks. Who basically will grow to hate me over the next 4 hours. Young kid in the 4 seats directly across from me in the 1, proceed to have fun time bullying the table around with our agressive play. Fun times follow for the next 3-4 hours.

1:45am -- Two fat rocks go broke losing money to me and the 4 seat. They blame our terrible loose play. I correct them and blame thier limping of premium hands andthier lack of betting and raising. They get mad, tell me and the rest of the table to go "[censored] ourselves." Everyone laughs it off. I continue to have fun and become the leader of the table and get some great conversations going regarding; lesbians, strippers as wives, sports betting, drinking, etc. Ironically aside from the 4 seat, Im the only kid at the table. But everyone is having fun, life is good.

2:30am -- I finally take notice of the player in the 6 seat, when I fold my flopped sucker straight to his flopped Ace high straight. Before he turns his cards over to show the winner, I ask him to wait and call out his limped AKs from the late position. He gives me the nod, says he respects my play, we become buddy buddy. Whole table things im gods gift to cards because my moutain of chips and my jovial attitude. Life continues to be good.

4:00am -- My buddy final remerges to the poker room from god knows where, informs me he is up very big thanks to hitting big on craps. Im unsure on how big, however, I watch him throw a waitress a black (100 at the Soaring Eagle). A real nice guy has been sitting in teh 2 seat to my left for a while, pretty solid player and a nice guy. Informs me he has to drive back home in like 4 hours, I offer to treat him to a cofee and a muffin at the snack bar, he declines. Someone else at the table table, takes me up on that offer, I oblige. Kind odd, but its all good. Young kid in seat 4 still around and up big, older man in seat 6 still there playing good, resst of the table pretty horrendous, Im loving it. Around this time I color up some racks, things are going good.

10:00am -- Young kid in 4 seats moves up limits and goes broke, I'm the only young gun at the table now. So I know I must run my mouth twice as much to make up for the lack of excitment. Get mixed reviews from my table mates, but I keep running my mouth anyway, Im having fun, thats all that matters. Same dealers from yesterdays 10-6 shift are dealing now, some funny conversation arrises at how my ass must be like a pancake from sitting there all night.

2:00pm -- My buddy comes back to inform me he is still playing craps and just hit a hard ten with a big bet for the third time tonight. He is going to go pla high stakes blackjack, I wish him well. Whole table thinks we are some sort of rich punks with mom and dads money, I get verbally abused for a little bit, Til i take all thier chips and shut them up. Life is good.

3:00pm -- My roomate comes to play a little poker for a bit, the regulars from yesterday night are all coming back in, astonished to see Im still there, funny conversations insue, etc. I go to the bathroom some guy is obliterated in there trying to piss in the urnial from about 5 feet back, I laugh as I walk in, he turns to me, I almsot get pissed on, I just decide I should probably go find another bathroom where R. Kelly isn't at and walk out. Im scared.

4:00pm -- Roomate goes broke, my buddy is up big and planning on staying still. So me and my roomie decide to head back to the dorms, so I can take a nap and get ready to go out saturday night and party.

Overall -- The session was good and profitable so I guess thats all that matters. However, I dont think I'll be planning on playing fo that kind of consecutive time again. But for my firs time it was all good.

If the man in the yellow hat in seat 6 reads this, nice playing with you buddy. And if the total donk who bs'd about internet poker and other crap reads this, it was nice sitting by you, it was some enjoyable conversation.

So yea I know this trip report and writeup is pretty boring and poorly written, but whatever. Thanks for reading if you made it this far, and if you were at the soaring eagle casino friday-saturday and saw me post about it.

[beavens]

sounds like a good time - how much was your roommate up in the end?

My roomie lost, my buddy apparently stayed til about 6pm and he ended up 5400. I think maybe I should give up poker and move to craps and blackjack ha

[beavens]

ive never had so much fun losing money as i did playing craps!