Monday, June 25, 2012

Different in Vegas

If you walk out of the Rio in Vegas and turn left, you're on a bridge across the railway tracks. Once you cross that, you're straight onto another bridge, this one across the interstate (that's what they call motorways over here). Cross that and you're now at the back of Caesars Palace and therefore just one block from the Strip. Back home if you suggested that a journey requiring you to walk one block and two bridges requires a taxi, most people would look at you like you had 2 heads. Over here, you get that reaction when you suggest it not only can but possibly should be walked.

Yes, things are very different over here in Vegas. In my last blog I pointed out how important it is to be surrounded by positive people who can help keep your spirits up when things aren't quite gong to plan yet, given that anyone in poker for the long haul is going to have to deal with a lot more heartbreak than triumph. As an extension of that, messages of support from home are also a great help. The social media allows people back home to follow the progress of the Irish at the WSOP in a way that was never possible before. Knowing you have people back home rooting for you and ready to chime in with an ul when you bust is great.



As immediate as the social media is, it can of course only give a flavour of what it feels like to be over here. People back home are inevitably going to have a very different perspective on things. This came into sharp focus this weekend when one of the few Irish pros not at the WSOP tweeted his view that players should not be referring to amateur players that misplay hands but suck out on them using derogatory terms such as spastic, retard, clown or idiot and called for a bit of decorum. One of the pros who is here reacted to this drawing a distinction between doing this on Twitter where you can presume with a reasonable degree of certainty that the target of your ire will never read it, and doing it to their face.



I think this is a perfectly reasonable distinction to make. I can never remember myself or any player I have any respect for calling someone a spastic or a retard to their face (other than as a very obvious joke) but I think virtually every player has thought it and even said it in private. I see this as no harm no foul: if muttering something under your breath after you've walked away from the table or calling the guy who busted you an unflattering name when describing a hand to your friends later or on the social media makes you feel better and helps you recover and get over a beat, and the object of your tirade remains blissfully unaware and unconcerned, then where is the harm?

While I intend and hope to get through the rest of my poker career without berating a weak player to their face I can assure you that if my dog could talk she'd tell you I let quite a few insults fly at my screen in the course of a typical session. The point of this is not to belittle my opponents: if I wanted to do that I'd be doing it in the chat box (and I have a rule that if I ever find myself doing that I take it as an indicator of tilt and encouragement to log out ASAP). I know my opponents can't hear me and that's the point: the purpose of the tirade is to allow me to blow off steam so that I can get over the beat more quickly and move on: something which is vital when you're playing ten tables at once. I guess that's one of the things about online I feel that makes it so much easier than live poker.

A few hours ago I suffered a rollercoaster of a hand. I shoved 16 bbs with ak over an utg limper because I felt he was bad enough to call with many worse hands. He proved me right when he called with j7o. I flopped the nut flush while he flopped a 7. I turned the king leaving him drawing to a non club 7 or jack. When he duly did this on the river, he punched the air and whooped. I know I'm supposed to smile and shake his hand and congratulate him on eliminating me and remind myself that it's his willingness to play like this that gives me and my fellow pros our edge and pays our wages. Online I might be able to manage this, or I might not even notice (once I've made my decision on one table I generally turn my attention to the next that requires a decision), but live is tougher since you're always one tabling so it has your full attention (and you have to look at the face of the guy who just butchered a hand but won smiling smugly and whooping like great poker just happened). But I'm human and not Gandhi so the best I can manage is a tap on the table, a Nice Hand through gritted teeth followed by sullen silence as I pack up and leave. And if you're unlucky enough to be a friend of mine and catch me in the 5 to 10 minutes it takes to recover mentally, you're most likely to have to hear me start a sentence with the words "Wait til you hear about this retard..."

Friday, June 22, 2012

Man I almost had her Facebook

Arrived in Vegas last Friday. Very uneventful trip compared to last years trek. I travelled with Jason and Daragh but we weren't able to score adjacent seats on the British Airways flight from London. As I took my seat the guy beside me informed me he'd been separated from his wife. I quickly agreed to swap with her on the basis that it didn't really matter which stranger I was beside (in fact a randomer seemed preferable to someone antagonised by separation from his wife). This was a little rash as it turned out the wife was at a section front wedged between two obese people. Not my most comfortable transAtlantic flight ever.


We're staying in the Jockey Club for the next 5 weeks. We got a very good deal on it with the location being so good (it's stuck between the Bellagio and The Cosmopolitan in the heart of the strip). 


My first event was Saturday's 1500.  After a semi decent start to get up past 5k I went card and spot dead at the wrong time. Unfortunately the first spot that did present itself was my exit. I squeezed an ace over a loose opener and two station callers. Unfortunately the opener had a hand on this occasion and his bigger ace held up. Right move at the wrong time.

Last year I seemed to build stacks effortlessly in nearly every event I played and early on it seemed to be going that way again in Sunday's 1k event I played a big hand to effectively cripple Max Silver that anyone following either of us on Twitter may have heard about. After Max busted Nick Heather took his seat and we played a few interesting small pots. I'd chipped up to 15k without any major setbacks when I raised aks. A short stack reshoved and an aggro kid isolated. There are some players I might consider folding aks to but this kid wasn't one. He had jacks and flopped a jack. I turned a flush draw and a gutshot but missed. It would have been a nice 40k flip to win at a time when the average stack was less than 10k (and even when the bubble burst a few hours later it was still only 27k).

My third event event was a bit like a Joe Pesci character: short and nasty. Got nothing much for 90 minutes and had slid back to 3200 when I picked up queens. The table CAG (clown aggro) who had played every single hand 4xed to 200 utg and called out of position when I 3 bet to 525. He check raised all in on a 9 high flop with j2hh and rivered the flush. Particularly annoying as it was a very soft table I felt I could have run over with any sort of a stack.

Next up is 1500 on Saturday. I feel I'm playing well enough to get a decent run at one of these. Not much consolation to those who have percentages of me in my bracelet events but I did get a bit of a result on my own dime in the Rio Deepstack yesterday when I was 8th in a 1300 runner field. At least it shows I can get through a big field if I run anyway half decent, and also puts me up a bit overall so far on the trip.


Aside from the poker, things have been going very well here. When you room with people on these trips away, it's pretty important to be able to get along without annoying each other, but I've actually had a ball with the lads so far. We're all pretty easygoing and our sense of humours gel. It's pretty much been a laugh a minute. Given that there's far more heartache in poker than jubilation, particularly for those of us sticking to the high variance several thousand runner NLH events, it's important to be able to keep your spirits up, so it's great to be surrounded by people who can help with that.


Given that the three of us are all proven mtt winners both online and live I'm very optimistic that one of us will get into position to make a real run at least one event this summer. So far the star of the house is Daragh Davey. Just after virtually bubbling the first event we played, he late regged for the 1k and ran deep, busting with just over 70 left. He then built another stack in Wednesday's event, before bubbling in sick (but standard) fashion.


When Nick Heather and I were at the same table, an attractive female player was moved into the seat beside Nick. When you're spending 12 hours a day sitting at a table full of men, this is always a welcome development. Nick therefore incurred the collective wrath of the rest of the table when he proceeded to knock her out. A while later, another pretty lady arrived. After Nick had despatched her to the rail, her neighbour who had been flirting ferociously with her whined "Aw man, why did you have to do that? I almost had her Facebook!"

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