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Fashion Shock
Dec. 9th, 2005 10:55 amThe major event of this December is undoubtedly the fact that the Texans attending this year's National Finals Rodeo have changed fashions.
Well, the fashionistas among them have. Every year many thousands of Texans descend on Vegas for the NFR, and they ALL wear the same uniform. Boots, jeans, belt, plaid shirt and stetson. This year, however, something weird has happened. Some of them are wearing striped shirts. This is the equivalent of Alexander McQueen saying that suits are over-rated and that next year he will be advocating that all men wear cargo pants. Strange times indeed.
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It was commented earlier that the games at the Bellagio are "easy" and, in a sense, they are. But that does not mean that it is easy to make a lot of money. If it was, everyone would be doing it. For a start, you need patience. Secondly, you need to remain focused or, at least, recognize when you have stopped being focused; and, most iportantly, you spend a lot of time dodging bullets. Here's a couple of hands where I failed to dodge the bullet in one and suceeded in the second.
I get AQ UTG and raise. All folded to the button who calls. A nice middle-aged lady, rather unimaginitive. She bets her hand, no clever-clever stuff.
SB and BB fold and the flop comes A85 rainbow. I bet and she raises. I call. Turn is a 2. I check, she bets, I call. River pairs the deuce. I check, she bets, I call, and she shows AK.
I should lay this down on the flop. There's no clever-clever raise here and she has flat-called my raise pre-flop. AK is just about the only hand that she could have apart from 88 or 55. Bad play on my part.
The second hand cost me the same amount of money (less, in fact), but was quite an achievement on my part.
Limp from a player in MP1 who didn't really understand the game. He had been folding some hands, partly because he saw that not everyone else was playing every hand, but it was all a bit haphazard.
I had JJ on button and raised. Small blind, a complete wanker from Georgia (sorry, but I have dificulties with white male Georgians) calls. Limper calls. Flop comes KJ5 all clubs, giving me a set of Jacks. Small blind, who has shown himself to be tight and competent, but not a sparkler, bets out. Limper calls. I call.
Turn brings the Ace of Hearts. Small blind bets, limper calls, I call.
River brings Ace of Spades. Small blind bets, limper calls, I call.
Small blind shows two kings for a house of Kings over Aces. Limper shows Queen-Five of clubs for a flopped flush (!). I show my JJ and get congratulations all round for not losing a bundle on the hand. I just say "I felt his excitement. I had a bad feeling". Wanker from Georgia says "It wasn't a bad beat at all".
Thankfully, woman from Massachusetts in MP2 says to him "he didn't say it was a bad beat, he said he had a bad feeling. Why don't you listen".
I think he was upset that I virtually told him that I read him for a big hand and that he had played it badly. But, well, he did. And as for the limper with Q5, flopping the flush and failing to raise at any point. Don't ask me.
Some World Poker Bloggers are apparently in town, but were playing at Harrah's the night before last adn heavens knows where last night. I'll try to catch them at the Excalibur sometime today, or maybe in the Imperial Palace.
Well, the fashionistas among them have. Every year many thousands of Texans descend on Vegas for the NFR, and they ALL wear the same uniform. Boots, jeans, belt, plaid shirt and stetson. This year, however, something weird has happened. Some of them are wearing striped shirts. This is the equivalent of Alexander McQueen saying that suits are over-rated and that next year he will be advocating that all men wear cargo pants. Strange times indeed.
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It was commented earlier that the games at the Bellagio are "easy" and, in a sense, they are. But that does not mean that it is easy to make a lot of money. If it was, everyone would be doing it. For a start, you need patience. Secondly, you need to remain focused or, at least, recognize when you have stopped being focused; and, most iportantly, you spend a lot of time dodging bullets. Here's a couple of hands where I failed to dodge the bullet in one and suceeded in the second.
I get AQ UTG and raise. All folded to the button who calls. A nice middle-aged lady, rather unimaginitive. She bets her hand, no clever-clever stuff.
SB and BB fold and the flop comes A85 rainbow. I bet and she raises. I call. Turn is a 2. I check, she bets, I call. River pairs the deuce. I check, she bets, I call, and she shows AK.
I should lay this down on the flop. There's no clever-clever raise here and she has flat-called my raise pre-flop. AK is just about the only hand that she could have apart from 88 or 55. Bad play on my part.
The second hand cost me the same amount of money (less, in fact), but was quite an achievement on my part.
Limp from a player in MP1 who didn't really understand the game. He had been folding some hands, partly because he saw that not everyone else was playing every hand, but it was all a bit haphazard.
I had JJ on button and raised. Small blind, a complete wanker from Georgia (sorry, but I have dificulties with white male Georgians) calls. Limper calls. Flop comes KJ5 all clubs, giving me a set of Jacks. Small blind, who has shown himself to be tight and competent, but not a sparkler, bets out. Limper calls. I call.
Turn brings the Ace of Hearts. Small blind bets, limper calls, I call.
River brings Ace of Spades. Small blind bets, limper calls, I call.
Small blind shows two kings for a house of Kings over Aces. Limper shows Queen-Five of clubs for a flopped flush (!). I show my JJ and get congratulations all round for not losing a bundle on the hand. I just say "I felt his excitement. I had a bad feeling". Wanker from Georgia says "It wasn't a bad beat at all".
Thankfully, woman from Massachusetts in MP2 says to him "he didn't say it was a bad beat, he said he had a bad feeling. Why don't you listen".
I think he was upset that I virtually told him that I read him for a big hand and that he had played it badly. But, well, he did. And as for the limper with Q5, flopping the flush and failing to raise at any point. Don't ask me.
Some World Poker Bloggers are apparently in town, but were playing at Harrah's the night before last adn heavens knows where last night. I'll try to catch them at the Excalibur sometime today, or maybe in the Imperial Palace.
