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That Winning Feeling . . . Eventually

July 27, 2008

Tags: Anthony Molinaro, Zeeks Guza, Christian Vaughn, Dane Jensen, Excalibur, Venetian.

Today I was covering the $5,000 NLH Shootout Event with Zeeks and Slippers. Covering 2 tables each, Slippers was done in an hour while it took me and Zeeks 3 and 5 hours respectively to finish off. Once done, and being early, me and Slippers decided it was a night to go and do something.

Slippers a little tipsy
Slippers a little tipsy

Once back at the hotel we got changed and headed firstly downstairs to the Excalibur poker room with Dane to play some $2-4 limit holdem. With Christian staying in the room to listen to the Dogs vs. Saints match (go dogs ship ship) we all downed our fair share of Corona's before netting a small loss. We decided it would be fun to walk from the Excalibur all the way to the Venetian to meet up with Jimmy and Celina - about an hour later, semi-drunk and with 5 more kilometres under our belt we arrived at the Venetian. Feeling like playing Slippers and Dane hit some $4-8 limit while I decided to avenge my feelings of being a donkey and have another crack at $1-2 NLH.

Buying in for $200 I had a hell of a fun time chatting with the yanks on the table, running over to Dane and Slippers to see their monster stack of $1 chips and eventually cashing out for $347. However I did have some interesting hands that I'm going to share with you. Firstly, I live straddle to $4, re-straddle by the guy I've been having fun with all night to $6. It gets called round where I bump it to $8 and its called round again. I bet $5 dark on a flop of {Q-Diamonds}{Q-Hearts}{8-Diamonds}, it goes call, call, call, raise to $15. Being forced to look I'm about to sweat my cards before I'm convinced to call dark - so being the gullable Aussie I am I do as I'm told. Going heads up to the turn I again bet $5 dark and am raised to $20 when the {5-Spades} lands. I decide to sweat one card, and once I peel the {9-Diamonds} I call while announcing, "I have a potential flush and straight draw". As I check the turn, my opponent leads for $30 this time. I decide to table my {9-Diamonds} and sweat my other whole card with the rest of the table.

Aarrgh the {4-Diamonds} gets sweated. Sick!! Now I know I'm beat, but I have to call him. So I reluctantly throw the $30 in and he rolls {8-Hearts}{8-Spades} for a book. Darn it!!!!

So I slowly start to rebuild before this hand comes up. Facing a raise in middle position of $6 and 4 callers in front of me I call with {K-Clubs}{7-Clubs} out of the big blind. The flop comes down {K-Spades}{5-Diamonds}{5-Hearts}; preflop aggressor checks, bet of $10, call, I call, and preflop agressor calls. Everyone checks the {7-Spades} on the turn. However when the {A-Diamonds} lands on the river I check for pot control, however this time the preflop aggressor leads for a heavy bet of $30. With everyone folding to me I go into the tank. Now if we break the hand down there are only a few hands that beat me that are in her range. We have A5 or a suited connector 5 like {5-Spades}{6-Spades} or a set of kings or sevens. Now I can't put her on an ace, because she would c-bet the flop and definately not float. So really, I'm only beat by a set or A5, so I've got the 3rd nuts in the hand and reluctantly call and table my hand. She rolls {7-Diamonds}{7-Hearts} for a turned book.

So sick! God damn 1-outer!! Ah, it only cost me $36 so it ain't that bad. I try and explain the hand to everyone, and after reacting like total donkeys they finally understand what I'm on about and understand that I'm not just some drunk tourist that has pet kangaroos and carry's big knives round the bush.

After that hand I slowly start rebuilding again and then get a hand where I'm still so confused about. Calling a straddle with {A-Hearts}{3-Hearts} and with 4 callers after me. I bet $11 into the flop of {J-Hearts}{3-Spades}{10-Hearts} and get 2 callers. The turn is the {K-Hearts} and I check raise a bet and call of $15 to $40. The girl (which had the set of 7's) tanks forever; first she gives me respect, and then she doesn't, and the she does again. After about 4 minutes, she folds, along with the other player, and announces that she folded a straight. I quickly mucked and thought how do I not gain a call there with my click back? It's still puzzling me!

Anyway one of my final hands for the night was when I limp called a $15 raise from the tightest player on the table. The flop came down {2-Hearts}{5-Spades}{2-Diamonds}, and I check the action over to her where she quickly leads for $35. Thinking for a while I come to the conclusion she has AK, 30% of me however says she has Jacks or something so therefore I have a 6-outer. I reason that I'm ahead and slide a stack of reds in to put her all-in, and with that she insta-calls.

"You got me, you got me" I announce sheepishly rolling my {A-Clubs}{5-Clubs}. When the {J-Clubs} and {9-Diamonds} came on the turn and river I thought "man I just blew my profit with that hand!", but when she didn't roll her cards I again announced, "yeah you got me" and she responded with "nah, you got me" in her quiet east-coast accent. SHIP SHIP!! Up $347 and on my way home with Dane for the night. Its now only another $20 or so before I'm completely unstuck for my week here!!