Zeal
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DAY 1
After a very short and restless night the big day finally arrived. My dad brought me to the airport where I had to check in for my first flight from Brussels to Atlanta. While I was waiting in line I suddenly realised I didn't request a Visum this year and I'm starting to get really worried. My mom always takes care of this kind of stuff and didn't even mention it to me, so maybe my Visum from last year was still valid. I made a sigh of relief when I got my tickets and no questions were asked.
My first flight was right in time and I had a seat at the hallway which is always good. Next to me was a 10-year old kid without any parents near him, and I was hoping this kid wouldn't be a pain in the ass. Luckily it turned out he was very quiet and calm, unlike the two 6 year old kids who were seated right in front of me. Damn those little bastards.
After a 9 hour long flight which consisted of watching 24 and trying to sleep I finally arrived in Atlanta. I was lucky that my next flight to Vegas was at gate E36, the 2nd to last gate all the way down to one side of the airport. My flight was scheduled at 17:30 and there was a flight to Tampa at 16:20 on the screen, so I had to wait for that one to leave and hope the gate for my flight wouldn't change in the meantime, since there were no TV's anywhere to be seen at this side of the airport. I sit down at gate E34 since all the other power plugins (?) were taken.
At 16:40 I walked back and saw a whole lot of commotion taking place. The flight to Tampa was still on the screen and there were like 6 people at the desk in a discussion with the lady behind it. I didn't really get much of what was happening but ofcourse the only thing I cared about was my own flight. I wasn't really sure what to do at this point since I didn't want to be a jackass and interfere (these people weren't looking too happy, and they were talking about a flight the next day) and just waited. Luckily for me some more Vegas people came by and eventually we learned that the flight to Vegas was scheduled for 18:20 at gate A27, which was all the way to the other side of the airport.
Again I had my requested seat at the hallway and again I was sitting next to some parent-less kid. This one was a little more annoying, as would turn out later during that flight. I must be some kind of kids magnet because 5 minutes later a women with a 3 year old girl was seated in front of me. Ofcourse the little bastard was making annoying noises all the time and couldn't sit still. Her daddy was seated a couple rows behind us, and at one point she was standing up in her chair, faced my way, and she litterally jumped up and down nonstop for like 5 minutes, causing my seat to vibrate as well. I wanted to kill her but just sat it out.
After about 4 hours we finally landed in Vegas, and the worst part was over. I got a cab to the MGM Grand and told the driver not to go via the highway, which I learned from reading topics on 2+2. I had signed up for a promotion that would upgrade me to a bungalow suite for $5, but ofcourse they didn't have any available. However I anticipated this and kept pushing for it, showing a printout and talking about how this promotion was very misleading and I had been searching the net for quite a while to find the best deal. I though I had it in the bag when the guy said he would go talk to the manager, but when he came back he just said they really didn't have one and I should come back tomorrow. I gave up and accepted the regular room he gave me, but would definitely come back the next day. He asked if I wanted low or high floor and I said low, since I figured I would be getting to the poker pit faster that way.
It turned out that my room (28-350) was on the 2nd to highest floor, and it took ages to get up since there were always people who needed to be at floors 20-27. I had 2 queen beds instead of the king bed I signed up for, and the lightswitch didn't work so I had to feel the walls in the dark to find another one. Apparently there was only 1 other in the whole room, which was located in the bathroom. I knew there was no way in hell I would be staying in that room, but decided to deal with that later and hit the poker pit first. I was very tired and awake for a long time, but the excitement of finally being there kept me awake.
After a 5 minute walk to the poker pit I got seated at a 1/2 table, which had a lot of younger kids on it. I bought in for 300 and folded all my hands in the first orbit. In the 2nd orbit I got A
pade:Q:club: in MP and called a raise to 12 from a decent internet kid on my right, who was isolating an UTG limper. One other guy on the BTN called and we saw a T:diamond:Jpade:5:club: flop. The IR checked to me and I decided to take a stab, betting 25. BTN folded and the IR made it 75. I let it go and move on.
The next signifcant hand I played I got A:heart:K:club: and I called a 14 dollar raise from a nit who opened UTG and who had only played 1 hand, where he stacked a guy with bottom set. Flop came down 9:heart:9pade:5:diamond: and I called his cbet of 25. The turn was a meaningless 2:club: and he fired 35. This guy was trembling like crazy and I thought about it. Now every other day I would realise he was trembling because he had the nuts, and not because he was bluffing. But right now I was tired and convinced myself he was trying to bluff with AQ. The river came a 6:club: and he fired another 35, and I was actually starting to worry about him having a stroke. I've never seen someone be THIS nervous at a poker table before. I knew I had to fold and he was milking me with an overpair, but I called and pretended to have TT against his JJ. God I played that hand bad.
I bought in for 100 more to get my stack back up to 300. The next hand I played I had J:club:Jpade: against the same guy, who again opened to 14. I called and we see a K:diamond:9:club:5pade: flop, which he checks. I check back and the turn brings a nasty A:diamond:. He checks again and I check it back. The river bricks and he checks once again, and I just show down my hand, expecting to see QQ or TT a lot. He actually had 77 and I rake in a huge 25 dollar pot.
By this time a new internet kid arrived who was playing really aggressive and raising a lot of garbage hands. I requested a seat change to sit 2 on his left (I wanted to change anyway since I was seated in 7 and could barely read the suits on the flop) which was right in front of the dealer.
The next hand I goet K:club:Q:diamond: in the BB. MP, a fairly tight straightforward player, limped, MP+1 made it 10, the button called and both me and MP called as well. The flop came down Qpade:9:diamond:3:diamond: and I led for 30. I got called by both MP and MP+1. The turn brought the 2:club: and I decide to fire again, this time making it 65. MP thinks about it and minraises me to 130. MP+1 quickly folds and I immediately openfold my K:club:Q:diamond:. He goes like: wow, great laydown, and shows me his set of 3's.
I rebuy another 100 and I'm now in for 500, down about 250. I pick up K:club:Kpade: UTG+1 and 3bet a guy who was sitting at the table for 2 orbits and hadn't played a hand to 21. The whole table folds and I can see how he is frustrated and calls. The flop brings 9:diamond:T:club:J:diamond: and I'm not really happy about it, but ofcourse I have to bet and make it 35. He thinks about it for a while and calls. I pray for a blank turn, which I get with the 5pade:. I bet 100 and after thinking about it for quite a while he lays it down.
The next hand I played was T:club:J:club: which I opened in MP to 10. I got 3 callers, one of them the guy with the set of 3's earlier. Flop comes down Apade:6:club:3:club: and I cbet 30. Only the 3's guy calls and I know I better hit that club. Turn pairs the board, 6:diamond:, and I decide to give up, since I don't expect him to lay down an ace and I could be drawing dead already. He fires 35, and I think about it for quite a bit, since I was getting a very decent price. Eventually I let it go and he goes like ARGH and shows me 66 for turned quads. He asked what I had and I told him my hand. He talked about the hand with his neighbour about how I was getting such a good price (they were trying to recall the potsize but got it all wrong) and I just stayed out of it. The less they know the better.
A little bit later I get 6:diamond:6:heart: and call an open to 7 from the guy on my right from the TT hand. With 5 people we see a beautiful 9:diamond:9pade:6:club: flop and the IR shoves in his remaining 100. I have to hollywood a little bit ofcourse, since I want the other people in the hand to think I have something like 88 and have them call with TT or 9x hands. I feel sorry for the guy, since it feels like I'm slowrolling and he was so tight and waiting for good hands. I call and he flips over J:club:Jpade:, which fails to suckout.
I finally got into a big hand with the aggressive guy to my right. I had been pretty active, making good laydowns and I knew that he knew I was decent. He opened the cutoff to 12, the BTN called and I squeezed from the SB to 55 with Q:club:Q:heart:. He calls and we see a 5:club:5pade:2:diamond: flop. I think about it for a long time and cbet 55. He shoves and I call rather quickly. The board runs out 6:club: 8pade: and he just mucks his hand. I rake in a nice 750 dollar pot and I'm finally up for the night.
I play a few more smaller pots and around 1 AM I am really falling asleep so I rack up and leave. After a pretty lousy start I felt good about my game, and was happy to end my first session being a winner. It's always good to win the first one.
Day 1: +204
After a very short and restless night the big day finally arrived. My dad brought me to the airport where I had to check in for my first flight from Brussels to Atlanta. While I was waiting in line I suddenly realised I didn't request a Visum this year and I'm starting to get really worried. My mom always takes care of this kind of stuff and didn't even mention it to me, so maybe my Visum from last year was still valid. I made a sigh of relief when I got my tickets and no questions were asked.
My first flight was right in time and I had a seat at the hallway which is always good. Next to me was a 10-year old kid without any parents near him, and I was hoping this kid wouldn't be a pain in the ass. Luckily it turned out he was very quiet and calm, unlike the two 6 year old kids who were seated right in front of me. Damn those little bastards.
After a 9 hour long flight which consisted of watching 24 and trying to sleep I finally arrived in Atlanta. I was lucky that my next flight to Vegas was at gate E36, the 2nd to last gate all the way down to one side of the airport. My flight was scheduled at 17:30 and there was a flight to Tampa at 16:20 on the screen, so I had to wait for that one to leave and hope the gate for my flight wouldn't change in the meantime, since there were no TV's anywhere to be seen at this side of the airport. I sit down at gate E34 since all the other power plugins (?) were taken.
At 16:40 I walked back and saw a whole lot of commotion taking place. The flight to Tampa was still on the screen and there were like 6 people at the desk in a discussion with the lady behind it. I didn't really get much of what was happening but ofcourse the only thing I cared about was my own flight. I wasn't really sure what to do at this point since I didn't want to be a jackass and interfere (these people weren't looking too happy, and they were talking about a flight the next day) and just waited. Luckily for me some more Vegas people came by and eventually we learned that the flight to Vegas was scheduled for 18:20 at gate A27, which was all the way to the other side of the airport.
Again I had my requested seat at the hallway and again I was sitting next to some parent-less kid. This one was a little more annoying, as would turn out later during that flight. I must be some kind of kids magnet because 5 minutes later a women with a 3 year old girl was seated in front of me. Ofcourse the little bastard was making annoying noises all the time and couldn't sit still. Her daddy was seated a couple rows behind us, and at one point she was standing up in her chair, faced my way, and she litterally jumped up and down nonstop for like 5 minutes, causing my seat to vibrate as well. I wanted to kill her but just sat it out.
After about 4 hours we finally landed in Vegas, and the worst part was over. I got a cab to the MGM Grand and told the driver not to go via the highway, which I learned from reading topics on 2+2. I had signed up for a promotion that would upgrade me to a bungalow suite for $5, but ofcourse they didn't have any available. However I anticipated this and kept pushing for it, showing a printout and talking about how this promotion was very misleading and I had been searching the net for quite a while to find the best deal. I though I had it in the bag when the guy said he would go talk to the manager, but when he came back he just said they really didn't have one and I should come back tomorrow. I gave up and accepted the regular room he gave me, but would definitely come back the next day. He asked if I wanted low or high floor and I said low, since I figured I would be getting to the poker pit faster that way.
It turned out that my room (28-350) was on the 2nd to highest floor, and it took ages to get up since there were always people who needed to be at floors 20-27. I had 2 queen beds instead of the king bed I signed up for, and the lightswitch didn't work so I had to feel the walls in the dark to find another one. Apparently there was only 1 other in the whole room, which was located in the bathroom. I knew there was no way in hell I would be staying in that room, but decided to deal with that later and hit the poker pit first. I was very tired and awake for a long time, but the excitement of finally being there kept me awake.
After a 5 minute walk to the poker pit I got seated at a 1/2 table, which had a lot of younger kids on it. I bought in for 300 and folded all my hands in the first orbit. In the 2nd orbit I got A
pade:Q:club: in MP and called a raise to 12 from a decent internet kid on my right, who was isolating an UTG limper. One other guy on the BTN called and we saw a T:diamond:Jpade:5:club: flop. The IR checked to me and I decided to take a stab, betting 25. BTN folded and the IR made it 75. I let it go and move on. The next signifcant hand I played I got A:heart:K:club: and I called a 14 dollar raise from a nit who opened UTG and who had only played 1 hand, where he stacked a guy with bottom set. Flop came down 9:heart:9
pade:5:diamond: and I called his cbet of 25. The turn was a meaningless 2:club: and he fired 35. This guy was trembling like crazy and I thought about it. Now every other day I would realise he was trembling because he had the nuts, and not because he was bluffing. But right now I was tired and convinced myself he was trying to bluff with AQ. The river came a 6:club: and he fired another 35, and I was actually starting to worry about him having a stroke. I've never seen someone be THIS nervous at a poker table before. I knew I had to fold and he was milking me with an overpair, but I called and pretended to have TT against his JJ. God I played that hand bad. I bought in for 100 more to get my stack back up to 300. The next hand I played I had J:club:J
pade: against the same guy, who again opened to 14. I called and we see a K:diamond:9:club:5pade: flop, which he checks. I check back and the turn brings a nasty A:diamond:. He checks again and I check it back. The river bricks and he checks once again, and I just show down my hand, expecting to see QQ or TT a lot. He actually had 77 and I rake in a huge 25 dollar pot. By this time a new internet kid arrived who was playing really aggressive and raising a lot of garbage hands. I requested a seat change to sit 2 on his left (I wanted to change anyway since I was seated in 7 and could barely read the suits on the flop) which was right in front of the dealer.
The next hand I goet K:club:Q:diamond: in the BB. MP, a fairly tight straightforward player, limped, MP+1 made it 10, the button called and both me and MP called as well. The flop came down Q
pade:9:diamond:3:diamond: and I led for 30. I got called by both MP and MP+1. The turn brought the 2:club: and I decide to fire again, this time making it 65. MP thinks about it and minraises me to 130. MP+1 quickly folds and I immediately openfold my K:club:Q:diamond:. He goes like: wow, great laydown, and shows me his set of 3's. I rebuy another 100 and I'm now in for 500, down about 250. I pick up K:club:K
pade: UTG+1 and 3bet a guy who was sitting at the table for 2 orbits and hadn't played a hand to 21. The whole table folds and I can see how he is frustrated and calls. The flop brings 9:diamond:T:club:J:diamond: and I'm not really happy about it, but ofcourse I have to bet and make it 35. He thinks about it for a while and calls. I pray for a blank turn, which I get with the 5pade:. I bet 100 and after thinking about it for quite a while he lays it down. The next hand I played was T:club:J:club: which I opened in MP to 10. I got 3 callers, one of them the guy with the set of 3's earlier. Flop comes down A
pade:6:club:3:club: and I cbet 30. Only the 3's guy calls and I know I better hit that club. Turn pairs the board, 6:diamond:, and I decide to give up, since I don't expect him to lay down an ace and I could be drawing dead already. He fires 35, and I think about it for quite a bit, since I was getting a very decent price. Eventually I let it go and he goes like ARGH and shows me 66 for turned quads. He asked what I had and I told him my hand. He talked about the hand with his neighbour about how I was getting such a good price (they were trying to recall the potsize but got it all wrong) and I just stayed out of it. The less they know the better.A little bit later I get 6:diamond:6:heart: and call an open to 7 from the guy on my right from the TT hand. With 5 people we see a beautiful 9:diamond:9
pade:6:club: flop and the IR shoves in his remaining 100. I have to hollywood a little bit ofcourse, since I want the other people in the hand to think I have something like 88 and have them call with TT or 9x hands. I feel sorry for the guy, since it feels like I'm slowrolling and he was so tight and waiting for good hands. I call and he flips over J:club:Jpade:, which fails to suckout.I finally got into a big hand with the aggressive guy to my right. I had been pretty active, making good laydowns and I knew that he knew I was decent. He opened the cutoff to 12, the BTN called and I squeezed from the SB to 55 with Q:club:Q:heart:. He calls and we see a 5:club:5
pade:2:diamond: flop. I think about it for a long time and cbet 55. He shoves and I call rather quickly. The board runs out 6:club: 8pade: and he just mucks his hand. I rake in a nice 750 dollar pot and I'm finally up for the night. I play a few more smaller pots and around 1 AM I am really falling asleep so I rack up and leave. After a pretty lousy start I felt good about my game, and was happy to end my first session being a winner. It's always good to win the first one.
Day 1: +204
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