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I had a decent day yesterday.
I started off in Harrah's and doubled through fairly early with KK v AK, on a board of xxxAx. Fortunately the final 'x' gave me a flush.
I didn't fancy repeating my Day one experience of losing a $500 pot with Aces, so I cashed out after an hour and headed to Flamingo.
There I drifted down to $46, mainly in dribs and drabs, from a $120 start, although I also misplayed AKo under the gun. I raised to $6 in the hope of a three-bet, but it was too early in the day to make that a reasonable expectation. I should have either limped or raised bigger.
The $6 raise UTG got me four callers. A flop of KJT two clubs (I had no clubs) was just about the worst "good" hand I could see. I put a bet in on flop and another in on the turn, but check-folded to a $50 bet on river when a third club appeared. Minus $36 on the hand.
Carried on drifting down.
Fortunately I got it all back and more with AQo in the small blind, which was quite worth a shove with $46 against an early raise to $7 and three callers. I got two customers and hit an Ace on river v 99 and KJs.
That put me $185 up, and I went to lunch with Mr Hawes. Just as Mr O'Leary appears to have no easy means with which to talk to him (and he's walked off Facebook, which makes it worse), so Greg is cellphone-less. But we managed to find each other eventually and went for lunch at Guy Fieri's, the newish burgerish joint between Linq and Harrah's. It was very pleasant and reasonable value. My burger came with some flashy processed and bronzed potato confection, but plain French Fries would have been better!
In the afternoon I drifted back down. I went a buy-in down (bar $20) in one of those annoying hands where I was chasing a nut flush to multiple callers and value-giving bets by the aggressor. It was a $350-odd pot, but I missed.
I got some of it back with KhTh in late, which I reckoned was worth a small raise of three or four limpers. Ended up with one opponent in the big blind and the board developed 7h 9h 2d (bet from him, call from me), Ks (check from him, all-in from me) and a heart on the river. He had JJ, both black. I think he should find a fold on the turn, but I'm glad that he didn't. Ended session $95 down, and up $85 for the day. Am now in the black for the trip.
Playing "right through" was very tiring and I quit at 7.30pm, an hour earlier than planned. I'd intended to come back to write some postcards, have a nap and then perhaps pop over to Sam's Town or Boulder Station for a wander around and a bite to eat. Instead, I slept right through.
So I guess I will revert to coming back to the apartment in the afternoon for a nap and then driving back into town, even though it doubles the mileage in the car.
With it looking to be a promising Friday night, I will perhaps just play the freeroll this morning, come back to the apartment, and hit the strip again at around 6.30pm for a long evening session.
I really like having a little apartment. I have never been comfortable in "posh" hotels with fake obsequiousness, and even run of the mill hotels like the Flamingo offer services that I never avail myself of, but still pay for. Some people like being pampered by "servants". Perhaps I have an egalitarian or even a suppressed working-class nature that resents the concept of one person being served by another. I know that I always go out of my way to treat waiters and waitresses, cleaners, well, anyone, as equals (I used to do the same to my "bosses" – brown-nosing as corporate strategy was never my style).
So, an apartment which is serviced once a week is great for me. I do stuff for myself because I don't see why anyone else should do it for me.
I started off in Harrah's and doubled through fairly early with KK v AK, on a board of xxxAx. Fortunately the final 'x' gave me a flush.
I didn't fancy repeating my Day one experience of losing a $500 pot with Aces, so I cashed out after an hour and headed to Flamingo.
There I drifted down to $46, mainly in dribs and drabs, from a $120 start, although I also misplayed AKo under the gun. I raised to $6 in the hope of a three-bet, but it was too early in the day to make that a reasonable expectation. I should have either limped or raised bigger.
The $6 raise UTG got me four callers. A flop of KJT two clubs (I had no clubs) was just about the worst "good" hand I could see. I put a bet in on flop and another in on the turn, but check-folded to a $50 bet on river when a third club appeared. Minus $36 on the hand.
Carried on drifting down.
Fortunately I got it all back and more with AQo in the small blind, which was quite worth a shove with $46 against an early raise to $7 and three callers. I got two customers and hit an Ace on river v 99 and KJs.
That put me $185 up, and I went to lunch with Mr Hawes. Just as Mr O'Leary appears to have no easy means with which to talk to him (and he's walked off Facebook, which makes it worse), so Greg is cellphone-less. But we managed to find each other eventually and went for lunch at Guy Fieri's, the newish burgerish joint between Linq and Harrah's. It was very pleasant and reasonable value. My burger came with some flashy processed and bronzed potato confection, but plain French Fries would have been better!
In the afternoon I drifted back down. I went a buy-in down (bar $20) in one of those annoying hands where I was chasing a nut flush to multiple callers and value-giving bets by the aggressor. It was a $350-odd pot, but I missed.
I got some of it back with KhTh in late, which I reckoned was worth a small raise of three or four limpers. Ended up with one opponent in the big blind and the board developed 7h 9h 2d (bet from him, call from me), Ks (check from him, all-in from me) and a heart on the river. He had JJ, both black. I think he should find a fold on the turn, but I'm glad that he didn't. Ended session $95 down, and up $85 for the day. Am now in the black for the trip.
Playing "right through" was very tiring and I quit at 7.30pm, an hour earlier than planned. I'd intended to come back to write some postcards, have a nap and then perhaps pop over to Sam's Town or Boulder Station for a wander around and a bite to eat. Instead, I slept right through.
So I guess I will revert to coming back to the apartment in the afternoon for a nap and then driving back into town, even though it doubles the mileage in the car.
With it looking to be a promising Friday night, I will perhaps just play the freeroll this morning, come back to the apartment, and hit the strip again at around 6.30pm for a long evening session.
I really like having a little apartment. I have never been comfortable in "posh" hotels with fake obsequiousness, and even run of the mill hotels like the Flamingo offer services that I never avail myself of, but still pay for. Some people like being pampered by "servants". Perhaps I have an egalitarian or even a suppressed working-class nature that resents the concept of one person being served by another. I know that I always go out of my way to treat waiters and waitresses, cleaners, well, anyone, as equals (I used to do the same to my "bosses" – brown-nosing as corporate strategy was never my style).
So, an apartment which is serviced once a week is great for me. I do stuff for myself because I don't see why anyone else should do it for me.
