Better late than never

About 2 weeks ago, I was going to do a Vegas recap. Instead, work became really busy, Gus passed away, I went on tilt, and just basically, didn't allow me to recap Vegas. By the time it was all said and done, it seemed like it wasn't worth recapping. However, earlier this week, Don was at the table during the MATH or Skills or something (jeez, the whole BBT is making all the tourneys a blur) and asked if I had posted about the counterfeited straight flush. Admittedly, by then, my memory was kind of a blur so I told him all I remembered was that I had a straight flush but got counterfeited by the river and that I had a 7 card straight flush... But that got me to thinking... and then I look back at my notes of Vegas... and realized how bad I was running... This isn't a bad beat but it signifies how running bad and playing bad just combines the ill effects...

The said straight flush hand basically came like this. I had the Ah2h and I don't remember the preflop action but there were two of us that saw the flop at this loose, juicy 1-2NL (deep deep stacks) at the Venetian. Flop comes 3-4-5 all hearts. This is kind of a dream flop but also a tough one in the sense that first of all, I have a straight flush which is awesome. Except it's not the nut straight flush (6h7h has a better straight flush). I also have the Ah. So basically, I really can't make any money unless someone has trips and the board pairs. So, I check at which point, it gets checked around. The turn comes an interesting 7h, making the board 3h-4h-5h-7h. I check again, basically hating that card because now, even if someone held Kh, I'm not sure I get much action. River amazingly completes the straight flush on the board by putting 6h. Now I'm feeling sick because my hand is no good... fortunately, we both check and we chop the pot... As I show my 7 card straight flush...

That shoulda been the sign that it's not my week when you flop a straight flush and get counterfeited... sure, I coulda taken down the small pot by betting on the flop or even the turn but man... what are the odds!?

I will say this though. It was a lot of fun playing live poker and it was even more fun playing at the same table with Don. It was like call of the sirens when he kept asking me when I was gonna move to Vegas and take a shot at being pro. He said it best.

"You can play this [poker] all night long man, taking money off of tourists. Then you go home in the morning and wake up in time for the Mookie."

Priceless.

"But on Thursdays, you might have to set the alarm."

I laugh and we both say "cuz the Riverchasers start an hour early!"

I thought to myself, my god, THAT is the life!!!! (of a degenerate)

Now that the two Eurodonks I know have gone pro (well, the other is about to), I'm actually thinking it won't be too long (cuz I'm sooooooo jealous)... I have a number in mind that I have told some of you that I want to get to before I quit my job. Basically, I want my liquid assets to be $x before I quit. It's not really a secret and if anyone is curious, hit me up via girlychat or email and I'll be happy to tell you (it will prob also show how much of a bankroll nit I am). I just don't want to put it out here on the blog. But in the words of the great, I am de-schlubbing... And like Don always says, I can take a shot and if it doesn't work out, hell, I'm a CPA, I could get a job anywhere.

The thing about bad beat stories

*NOTE - This is NOT a bad beat post

Despite the note, maybe I lost readers with the title already...

I am not going into any bad beat stories (an example might come up but again, telling the bad beat story is not the point of this post). But here's the thing. As I sit here tonight after getting back from Vegas, I am getting ready to go back to the daily grind in cube hell. Nothing like middle management of a big corporation in a reporting dept on a month following quarter ends. Yeah, hell is here.

Well, here's the thing. I can already see it. Tomorrow morning, I will walk in, say good morning to my team and naturally, they will ask me two questions.

- How was Vegas?
- Did you win any money?

Now most of my coworkers know I play poker. Some even know that I play fairly seriously (fairly seriously in their opinion - I didn't quite tell them how much of a degenerate I truly am). So, they expect to hear some extravagant stories about how I took down pots after pots or at the very least, win enough to cover my entire expense for the trip and then some... except since I basically don't go into details, all they will hear from me are these answers to the questions.

- It was great as usual. It's Vegas, you know?
- No, I, unfortunately, did not win any money.

And this conversation that will happen tomorrow (already happened tonight when I called my parents) made me think about why people talk about bad beats and maybe if there are exceptions to the "no bad beat stories" rule that I personally implemented for myself. Like fellow poker players don't ever want to hear bad beat stories right? I mean because then, it's endless. Fuckin go see a therapist or a counselor or something. Pay someone and you could spend 60 minutes telling them bad beat stories. But don't talk to us. We've all seen our fair share... Now I know some of us still do to an extent and I think that's ok... I mean you need an outlet so sometimes, I just let them slide and I know others do the same for me because I surely need an outlet as well.

Anyways, back to the point though... So, if I tell a nonpoker player or even a person who doesn't know me or how much I've made playing poker, etc, if I just tell them that I went to Vegas and I lost playing poker, they might think that I suck at it or that players in Vegas must be good... except it's quite the contrary (I can already see the comments coming in, telling me I suck esp from clowns like this one or this one... and since I didn't point her out, she woulda come in and left that comment even though, now that I mentioned her, the plan is foiled - damn, I'm good). Anyways, the point being, if I just mention the results, people will draw their own conclusions. I mean if poker is skill based, and if I am as good as I claim, how can I come home a loser right?

With my parents, since they are concerned that I might gamble my money away, I did explain that I made good decisions and that when the money went in, I was a significant favorite in a lot of the big pots that ended up going to the opponents. I kept telling them that I lost hands where I'm a 70-80% favorite and that I couldn't get anything going and that even though I was making good decisions, it just so happened that the bad beats I got were against the guys who happen to have a lot of chips also. Ok, one quick bad beat reference here since I did text Fuel and Schaubs to bitch about this one. On a flop of Q-9-7 rainbow, I shove my $200 into a $200+ pot. Villain decides to call me with A-10. Now, at this point, I am a 82% favorite to win. Of course, after the 8 on the turn and the J on the river, he completes a straight and I lose a $600+ pot. REBUY. This was just how my weekend went. Weakplayer was also in Vegas and when he asked me how I was for the trip, I told him how much I was stuck. However, since he's a fellow poker player, the conversation went like this:

WP - "How are you for the trip?"
RR - "I'm stuck $1,200+"
WP - *shrugs* "Is that a result of bad decisions or bad beats? Are you at least happy with the decisions you are making?"

And THAT, my friends is where there's a difference. To which, I truthfully answered, "mostly yes. I've made a few bad decisions but most of my decisions were good and the money went in good."

WP - "well, that's all you can do."

And ain't that the truth. However, when my coworkers ask me tomorrow the same question, they won't ask me about my decision making. I am comfortable with where I am at in my growth as a poker player and so I don't feel the need to justify my skill or anything with bad beat stories to illustrate that I should be a winning player. However, I do think that people don't want to be thought of as bad players and that's probably a big reason why they all like to tell bad beat stories. At least that way, they can blame luck instead of their donkery... I mean after all, even to nonpoker players, when I tell them bad beat stories, it feels like I'm making excuses on why I didn't win... And I hate excuses...

But Ace-Ten? On that fuckin board!? AAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHH..... live poker is so rigged!!! (I'll discuss some other interesting hands from Vegas in a later post)

EDIT - to answer some questions, I had KK in the hand against A-10.