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Ugly Bastard · 07-15-2005, 12:27 AM

One of my personal favorites, Layne Flack, kicking ass at the ESPN featured table.

My absolute personal favorite, Phil Ivey, givin 'em hell.

Unfortunately for Michael, he busted out of the Main Event right before the first break on Day Two. With a stack of 20k, he picks up JJ and makes it 2k to go. Then, a relatively tight female player re-raised him to 7k, and Michael called. This was the deadly mistake in the hand, in hindsight, Mike should have folded right then and there, but instead he called, the flop came 992, all the money went in, the woman turned over KK, a few moments later, Mike was done. He was pretty bummed out, as I would expect anyone to be.

While I was down at the poker room, I played some $1/$2, $120 max buy-in No Limit. I only played about an hour or so, I'll spare you the boring details and just tell you about the one eventful hand I played. I got chipped down to about $105 when this hand came up: A guy who thought he was "the shit" had been raising it to $10 preflop a lot. He does this again in early position, I look down at 77 in the cutoff and re-raise him to $25. It folds around to him, I had a very tight table image at this point, which leads him to say "I don't know what I'm getting myself into here" as he calls the $15 raise. The flop comes out A66. He checks it to me, I decide not to risk being check-raised, and check behind him. The turn brings me a beautiful 7 giving me 7s full of 6s. He checks again, this discourages me, as I know that if he had an ace, he would have fired out on the turn. Knowing he has nothing, I check behind him, hoping he'll hit something on the river. The river is a 3, I know this doesn't help him, but nonetheless, he makes my day by saying "all in". I immediately say "call" and turn my cards over. A few guys at the table were saying "nice" and "well played" - that made me feel good - as this was the first session of live NL I've ever had against strangers. The loser was kind enough to show me queen-high (QJ), so I guess I made a great check on the turn. I played a few more hands and walked away with like a $50 profit or so.

Later that afternoon, a big group of us went to New York, New York (it's a New York themed casino for those of you not up on your Vegas knowledge) and rode the roller coaster they had there. It was pretty kick-ass, though, as a skydiver, roller coasters don't really get me off like they used to. I dropped like $50 playing Roulette, which didn't make me too happy. Then we all ate at this Mexican joint in the casino. I had fish tacos - and they were amazing.

After dinner we went back to the Rio and had a beer in the hotel room. Mike had two rooms at the Rio, half of us were in one room, and half in the other. All of us were together for the first time (in the room that I was not sleeping in). His friends seemed pretty cool for the most part. A few of them were sorta dickish and immature, but what do you expect from spoiled rich kids that pay out of state tuition to go to Northwestern?

I'll talk about two of Mike's friends now.

Firstly, Aaron:

Aaron is probably the smartest person I have ever spent any quality time with in my life. Mike knows him from high school. You see, on this trip, everyone in Mike's life sorta came together to hang out in Vegas. His best friend from high school (Aaron), a bunch of his college friends from Northwestern (Andy, Dave, Jamiaca, "College Dan", Anna, and one or two others that I don't really remember...) and also his online poker friends (Me, Warren, and "Poker Dan"). Mike did a really good job all week of balancing the different groups of friends and making sure everyone felt welcome and got along okay. Anyway, back to Aaron...

Aaron got a 1600 on his SAT in high school, graduated as Valedictorian of his class, and recently got his undergrad degree in Biochemical Engineering from Harvard. He has been admitted to, and will be attending, Penn University for Law School in a few weeks.

Now, with how "brainy" he is, you'd probably expect him to be a total social misfit who sucks to be around. This was the exact opposite. The guy was cool as hell, very "chill", which I appreciated. I had a good time talking with him about stuff, even though a lot of his answers to my questions went a bit over my head. This guy was super-cool, I wish him the best, and hope to see him again.

Now onto Warren. Warren's the Chinese son of a bitch to the right of Mike.

Now, first off, just in case Warren is reading this: I like you Warren! BUT, we all had at least one good laugh at the expense of Warren's total lack of social skills. I'll try not to talk at it for too long, because I won't be able to put into words just how much of a social fuck-up this kid is. I wish everyone reading this could spend a day with Warren, just so they could say to me, "oh, now I see what you're saying".

Here's a few tidbits about Warren to give you an idea of what I'm talking about:

First off, the kid was wearing the same clothes (without showering or sleeping much) from Friday night when I got there, all the way until Tuesday afternoon. He just changed clothes on Tuesday - no shower. God knows how long he had the clothes on before this. I mean, I only got there on Friday, he had been there since last Monday - for all I know he went over a week wearing the same underwear w/o showering.

Next, the kid never shuts up about poker. He's worse than everyone I know about telling poker stories (which is really saying something if you hang out with some of the people that I do). The kid always had to explain some hand to you or something. It was annoying as hell. One of my biggest pet peeves is people who tell too many poker-hand stories. 95% of the time, I'm not going to give a shit, so just remember that for the future. Anyway, if he wasn't talking about poker, he was doing other things to make us all very uncomfortable. In my "Monday" section, I will go into detail about Warren's antics at the Four Queens. He literally had Mike (who is a very calm and collected "Type B" kinda guy) about to punch him in the middle of the casino.

One time on this trip, we're at a VERY nice restaurant. We order like a $100 bottle of wine. The waiter comes and pours us all a glass. I look over at Warren's glass to see that he didn't get any, so I quietly ask Mike, "hey why didn't Warren get any wine?", and Mike goes "oh he did, he just downed it super-fast right after the waiter poured it". It gets better, there were five of us at this restaurant, when the food comes, they only have four plates. So three of us are not eating our food while we wait on Dan's food to show up, not Warren. Warren gets halfway through his $40 dollar fillet before he looks up to realize that no one is eating while we wait on Dan's food. The other four of us were quietly taking bets on whether or not Warren would finish his dinner before Dan's food showed up at the table - had we not giggled as much while doing this - he may have never looked up from his steak while devouring it. Warren. What a character. [img]smile.gif[/img]

After chilling in the hotel for a while, 5 of us went to a club. I had like 4 (really stong) white Russians, a long-island iced-tea (which is what put me over the top), and later a few Amstel Lights (yum, yum - right Magiclit?). This was the most drunk I got on the whole trip. I was having a good time, throwing money around loosely, but not nearly as loosely as "lap-dance" Mike. I spent like $80 just on alcohol somehow. After the club, we went back to the Rio and passed out.

continued...

[ July 14, 2005, 11:13 PM: Message edited by: Ugly Bastard ]

07-15-2005, 12:27 AM	#5 (permalink)
Ugly Bastard Senior Member Join Date: Feb 2002 Location: U.S.A. Posts: 13,643 Internets: 247330	One of my personal favorites, Layne Flack, kicking ass at the ESPN featured table. My absolute personal favorite, Phil Ivey, givin 'em hell. Unfortunately for Michael, he busted out of the Main Event right before the first break on Day Two. With a stack of 20k, he picks up JJ and makes it 2k to go. Then, a relatively tight female player re-raised him to 7k, and Michael called. This was the deadly mistake in the hand, in hindsight, Mike should have folded right then and there, but instead he called, the flop came 992, all the money went in, the woman turned over KK, a few moments later, Mike was done. He was pretty bummed out, as I would expect anyone to be. While I was down at the poker room, I played some $1/$2, $120 max buy-in No Limit. I only played about an hour or so, I'll spare you the boring details and just tell you about the one eventful hand I played. I got chipped down to about $105 when this hand came up: A guy who thought he was "the shit" had been raising it to $10 preflop a lot. He does this again in early position, I look down at 77 in the cutoff and re-raise him to $25. It folds around to him, I had a very tight table image at this point, which leads him to say "I don't know what I'm getting myself into here" as he calls the $15 raise. The flop comes out A66. He checks it to me, I decide not to risk being check-raised, and check behind him. The turn brings me a beautiful 7 giving me 7s full of 6s. He checks again, this discourages me, as I know that if he had an ace, he would have fired out on the turn. Knowing he has nothing, I check behind him, hoping he'll hit something on the river. The river is a 3, I know this doesn't help him, but nonetheless, he makes my day by saying "all in". I immediately say "call" and turn my cards over. A few guys at the table were saying "nice" and "well played" - that made me feel good - as this was the first session of live NL I've ever had against strangers. The loser was kind enough to show me queen-high (QJ), so I guess I made a great check on the turn. I played a few more hands and walked away with like a $50 profit or so. Later that afternoon, a big group of us went to New York, New York (it's a New York themed casino for those of you not up on your Vegas knowledge) and rode the roller coaster they had there. It was pretty kick-ass, though, as a skydiver, roller coasters don't really get me off like they used to. I dropped like $50 playing Roulette, which didn't make me too happy. Then we all ate at this Mexican joint in the casino. I had fish tacos - and they were amazing. After dinner we went back to the Rio and had a beer in the hotel room. Mike had two rooms at the Rio, half of us were in one room, and half in the other. All of us were together for the first time (in the room that I was not sleeping in). His friends seemed pretty cool for the most part. A few of them were sorta dickish and immature, but what do you expect from spoiled rich kids that pay out of state tuition to go to Northwestern? I'll talk about two of Mike's friends now. Firstly, Aaron: Aaron is probably the smartest person I have ever spent any quality time with in my life. Mike knows him from high school. You see, on this trip, everyone in Mike's life sorta came together to hang out in Vegas. His best friend from high school (Aaron), a bunch of his college friends from Northwestern (Andy, Dave, Jamiaca, "College Dan", Anna, and one or two others that I don't really remember...) and also his online poker friends (Me, Warren, and "Poker Dan"). Mike did a really good job all week of balancing the different groups of friends and making sure everyone felt welcome and got along okay. Anyway, back to Aaron... Aaron got a 1600 on his SAT in high school, graduated as Valedictorian of his class, and recently got his undergrad degree in Biochemical Engineering from Harvard. He has been admitted to, and will be attending, Penn University for Law School in a few weeks. Now, with how "brainy" he is, you'd probably expect him to be a total social misfit who sucks to be around. This was the exact opposite. The guy was cool as hell, very "chill", which I appreciated. I had a good time talking with him about stuff, even though a lot of his answers to my questions went a bit over my head. This guy was super-cool, I wish him the best, and hope to see him again. Now onto Warren. Warren's the Chinese son of a bitch to the right of Mike. Now, first off, just in case Warren is reading this: I like you Warren! BUT, we all had at least one good laugh at the expense of Warren's total lack of social skills. I'll try not to talk at it for too long, because I won't be able to put into words just how much of a social fuck-up this kid is. I wish everyone reading this could spend a day with Warren, just so they could say to me, "oh, now I see what you're saying". Here's a few tidbits about Warren to give you an idea of what I'm talking about: First off, the kid was wearing the same clothes (without showering or sleeping much) from Friday night when I got there, all the way until Tuesday afternoon. He just changed clothes on Tuesday - no shower. God knows how long he had the clothes on before this. I mean, I only got there on Friday, he had been there since last Monday - for all I know he went over a week wearing the same underwear w/o showering. Next, the kid never shuts up about poker. He's worse than everyone I know about telling poker stories (which is really saying something if you hang out with some of the people that I do). The kid always had to explain some hand to you or something. It was annoying as hell. One of my biggest pet peeves is people who tell too many poker-hand stories. 95% of the time, I'm not going to give a shit, so just remember that for the future. Anyway, if he wasn't talking about poker, he was doing other things to make us all very uncomfortable. In my "Monday" section, I will go into detail about Warren's antics at the Four Queens. He literally had Mike (who is a very calm and collected "Type B" kinda guy) about to punch him in the middle of the casino. One time on this trip, we're at a VERY nice restaurant. We order like a $100 bottle of wine. The waiter comes and pours us all a glass. I look over at Warren's glass to see that he didn't get any, so I quietly ask Mike, "hey why didn't Warren get any wine?", and Mike goes "oh he did, he just downed it super-fast right after the waiter poured it". It gets better, there were five of us at this restaurant, when the food comes, they only have four plates. So three of us are not eating our food while we wait on Dan's food to show up, not Warren. Warren gets halfway through his $40 dollar fillet before he looks up to realize that no one is eating while we wait on Dan's food. The other four of us were quietly taking bets on whether or not Warren would finish his dinner before Dan's food showed up at the table - had we not giggled as much while doing this - he may have never looked up from his steak while devouring it. Warren. What a character. [img]smile.gif[/img] After chilling in the hotel for a while, 5 of us went to a club. I had like 4 (really stong) white Russians, a long-island iced-tea (which is what put me over the top), and later a few Amstel Lights (yum, yum - right Magiclit?). This was the most drunk I got on the whole trip. I was having a good time, throwing money around loosely, but not nearly as loosely as "lap-dance" Mike. I spent like $80 just on alcohol somehow. After the club, we went back to the Rio and passed out. continued... [ July 14, 2005, 11:13 PM: Message edited by: Ugly Bastard ]