Decided to have one more bash at a tournament so went to the Palazzo and played the 1100 deepstack. I arrive late and the blinds are 75/150. I call a raise of 700 on the button with AQ. The flop is 7 9 10 with 2 diamonds. My opponent checks and I bet about 1100, he calls. The turn is a 6, again he checks. I decide he has AK maybe AQ and is just getting stubborn. He struck me as the sort of player who would lead with an over pair so I bet again, this time 2100. Again he calls. The river is another 9 and he pushes all in almost immediately. I obviously can’t call and muck my cards.
“Nothing personal” he says and flips over KQ. I am later informed the guy was a nutter and had been playing wild from the start. He was out less than 10 minutes later.
Apart from pulling off a sick bluff later I never really got going and finally fell defending my blind with 55 and ran into Jacks.
Bullet Pete had arrived the day before and told me he was having a bet in the 6th game of the NBA play offs between Miami and Boston. I decided to join him on Miami. EAAAAAASY MONEY!
After the basketball we decided to have a night out, first of the trip. The drought had to end sooner or later. The young wiper snappers were all heading over to some locals bar call Brownies or summut so we decided to join ‘em.
Great night out in this place, you really should find out what the place is actually called and go there. It has bucking bronco’s, mini bowling and the Las Vegas tradition that is beer pong.
First time I have played this game, and for those who haven’t, here is my brief understanding of the rules.
Each side has 10 cups with a token gesture of beer in them. Each team has 2 attempts to throw a ball into one of the opponent’s cups. If you make it your opponent scoffs the beer in that cup. If you get two in then you get another 2 balls. Get 2 in the same cup your opponent has to drink three. If you bounce the ball into a cup they have to drink an extra cup. However if you bounce you opponent can bat it away. Failing that it seems if you have played it before and your opponent hasn’t you can make up rules as it goes along to gain whatever advantage you can. First to drink all the beer loses!
Side bets are obligatory!
After partnering with Trig and losing 50 bucks to the Bullet, Gwibbo and Steve “Speedy” Warbs, I realised I had to recruit more worthy team mates. Up steps a couple of yanks Dave and Cory (an American name if ever there was). Cut a long story short we win the next 4. At this point the Americans leave and Bullet is about to join me. I am clearly world class at this game, and we needed to even things up. Reality was Gwibbo was by far the worst player though his pride stopped him from seeing it. However I ended up taking all three on for $100 each. I was trying to see what edge they thought they would have. I was clearly in a different league at this game and surely one player would have more rhythm that three taking it in turns. It then became apparent what they thought that edge would be. I would have to drink my drinks on my own while they could share theirs 3 ways. I had also noticed that there was considerably more beer in my cups. Unfortunately for them the only thing I am better at than beer pong is BEER!!!! Suckers!!
8th of June
Sleeping in for once until I was rudely awoken by the bullet. He had kipped over last night in the spare room and he needed a lift back to the Venetian. Unfortunately my car was parked up at South Point Casino from the previous night. Gwibbo was in no fit state to drive just yet so he would need to call a cab. This is an impossible task in Vegas. They just don’t like to visit residential properties, after nearly an hour wait we had phoned back to see where it was.
“Er, can you call in half an hour more, hopefully we can let you know what is happening then”
Over an hour after that we get a call.
“Do you still want that Taxi?”
After toying with the Idea of golf we instead decided on a game of pool. Despite Nick bringing his own cue all the way from the UK, it was all one way traffic, and had it been boxing the towel would have gone it long before the end.
Nick had gone off cycling and I was off to the Gym again for the next stage or my running regime. I have to run 2 minutes and walk 3 minutes 10 times. I was determined to better this. And better it I did. I managed 17 times and completed 10km (6.21 miles) in 82 minutes. No where near enough to win the bet but it is the first time I completed such a distance, and I have to say I am pretty damn pleased with myself for doing it.
The down side I was too fucked for anything else and fell asleep on the couch when I returned home.
About 3 o clock I was rudely awoken by Gwibbo storming through the front door. I had assumed he’d already been back home to change while I was out and had gone back out to play the $1500 at the Rio. His stomping about seemed to fit in with a bad result. Lost for words he had clearly just got back on his bike, covered in shit and 3 hours late! He was whining about a puncture or three and being trapped in the desert miles from anywhere with no water, sensible shoes or means of communicating with anyone. Seriously he’s such a drama queen.
No doubt Gwibbo will be post the odd comment contesting some of the remarks within this post. I still say the truth is in those who publish it first.