I traveled to G-Vegas for some good poker action and camaraderie. At least I got some camaraderie. I would say that my play was bad, my cards were bad, and my mind just would not stay on any one track. I felt fine, I just wasn’t quick mentally. Even so, I left with a profit, so it could have been worse.
Some quick examples:
8:10 flopped boat holding A4 and AA4 on board. I slowplay. 4 on river allows the other player holding an A to catch up. chop pot.
9:25 next had won
9:55 double through G-Rob - my AJs v. AQ. We get all-in preflop. Two jacks hit the board for me to luck out and chip up.
11:00 I get KK when I’m first to act. My raise is too big and I win 7 in a walk. Dumb.
We went to O8/Hold’em rounds after 11 and I took a couple decent hands O8 hands to get out of the hole and make my small profit.
The funniest story was about someone not at the game. This single father sent a sexually blatant text meant for his girlfriend to his 8 year old daughter of the same first name. Ouch. It would be funnier if I were to post what was actually written, but it was a bit over the top so I won’t.
I got caught up with Otis and his crazy travel schedule. I hope I have him and another buddy schedule for our upcoming podcast. That should be a hoot.
A profitable night of poker is like any plane landing that you walk away from. Hopefully, Vegas will be even better.