2008 WSoP Post 7 - Gotta Love the Symbolism...
I’m back in Vegas, mostly because I just didn’t feel good about the way the last trip ended. I won the freeroll entries two weeks ago and I didn’t want to miss the chance to cash in on a good thing if I had the opportunity, so here I am, up at 2am blogging away.
Of course, the more things change…
I got into town just at 9am local yesterday, immediately checked my bags at my hotel and made my way to Caesar’s for their second-to-last Mega Stack tournament (I’m also playing in the Championship Event on Tuesday). After treading water for about six hours, I hit a mammoth flop – top pair, top kicker, and four to the nut flush draw – and ran up against bottom set. That ended the day for me, which was good because I was exhausted and probably wouldn’t have lasted through the entire tournament without falling asleep in my chair at least once. I retreated to my hotel room and spent the night watching the Sox/Yanks and reading a book. Jet set life, I tell ya…
Today, I just wanted to play low limit cash games in my hotel, nothing too extreme before tomorrow’s tournament. After doubling my buy-in on a $1/$2 game, I noticed there was a big crowd for the evening $150 “Deep Stack” (10,000 chips) tournament. I figured I’d give it a shot, since first place was about $5k. I was the last person to register…
And I bubbled. Like I said – gotta love the symbolism. Last to register, last to bust without getting paid. Finished 10th out of 99, with 9 spots getting paid. I actually tried to convince people that a 10-way chop with $12,000 in the prize pool would be pretty fair, but no one agreed. I lost a race (badly) and was crippled to one and a half big blinds. I shoved blind the next hand under the gun and was actually ahead about 55/45 (Q-2 offsuit against 4-9 offsuit from the big blind – neither of us looked.) Naturally, he flopped two fours.
Also, one more thing to pass along, since it probably will never happen again, and my timing was just AWFUL.
I mentioned last week about the Bad Beat Jackpot I missed out on because Caesar’s poker room doesn’t play well with others. When my Quad Jacks busted another guys’ Quad nines, I thought I was getting paid about $25,000.
Today, in the Harrah’s poker room (which does honor the multi-room bad beat jackpot), I thought I was getting paid. Again.
I flopped a set of 9’s on a rainbow board of Q-4-9. With no betting, the turn brought another Queen, and I led out with my boat to see if anyone had the Queen. I got one caller.
On the river, I hit a miracle – the case 9. Quad nines, with a board of Q-Q-9-9-4. Now I was certain I was at least winning the pot, maybe picking up a huge payout if someone had a Queen’s Full House. I bet about the size of the pot, and the other guy thought for a minute before shoving in for about four times what I had bet.
I insta-called (duh), announcing “I have quad nines”.
He flipped over pocket
Only they weren’t. Because the jackpot hadn’t gotten high enough yet, it required Quad 10’s or better to pay out.
So instead of my mammoth payout (I was actually shaking at the table I was so pissed off… took a 20-minute walk around the casino to cool down), I ended up losing about $150 on the hand, and the other guy got $110 for a high-hand.
At least I got to meet Scotty Nguyen again tonight, although he cost me a big pot in the tournament. Bastard. :)
That’s it. I’m in the tourney on Tuesday, so I should probably get some sleep.
Lata.
Labels: Gambling, Las Vegas, poker, Tournament, World Series, WSOP
posted by Big D @ 5:11 AM
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