A Means to an End (of a very bad run)?

I woke up very late this afternoon after having a night out on Las Vegas. I was supposed to get up early for Event #1 of the Bellagio WPT Five Diamond Classic Tournament, but I’ve been running so bad that it didn’t bother me missing a tournament. Nothing has seemed to be going right for me over the past month or two and I’m down about $30,000 since I peaked my bankroll. I’ve been losing with flushes to full houses, three of a kind being out-kicked a few times, and opponents calling with draws that hit just about every single time. Today wasn’t crazy, but is the first day in awhile that I’ve made a 4 digit win in a single session.

I began my session at Bellagio in the evening at about 6:00. I brought $16,500 with me just in case there would be a good $25/$50 game going on. I walked upstairs to the high stakes section and saw that David Williams and Roy Winston were both sitting at the $25/$50 with a few other pretty solid players with maybe a bleeder or two spread amongst them. For the most part, these guys are really good players so I stayed away from the game and sat down at $10/$20 with $6500.

After about 45 minutes the game started getting really juicy. Just about anybody could spot these guys coming, with one guy arguing that a new player could not post in between the SB and the button, and another posting his BB in early position. You could tell that these guys just wanted to gamble.

Unfortunately, the table I was on was a must move table, and the floor moved me to the “next” must move table. As rediculous as the Bellagio’s rules are, it wasn’t such a bad move. A player, who introduced himself as Joe, didn’t seem to care about money, and he even went as far as laying his American Express black card on the table. He made some big bets, had a few arguments with the dealers and Jimmy Tran, but all in all he was a very nice guy.

The table also had an action player at it named Brandon. Brandon likes to take down a lot of pots by making oversized raises and bets, enabling him to get some good action when he gets a hand. I played a couple hands with him throughout the night, but mainly stayed away from his heavy-hitting action.

There was a pot that I butted heads with Brandon in. I know most pros don’t forget much about hands that they play in, but I completely forgot my cards and the board, but I do remember the betting. Somebody straddled the pot preflop to $40, there were a few callers, and Brandon made it $300 more to go. I’m in early position with something like 910 suited or J10 suited and I decide to play a pot with him. The flop dropped and Brandon bet $440, which I called with a fairly weak position. The turn card came, and he bet $600. I thought about what he would be betting with and made a min-raise to $1200. Brandon folded and the dealer shoved me the pot.

Fifteen minutes after that, I picked up my chips and left about $2,000 ahead, a rare win for the streak that I’ve been going through.

Later, my friends and I decided to go to MGM to get free drinks and play $1-$2NL and swim with the guppies. I was feeling like it was my lucky day, so I tossed $100 onto the zero on the roulette wheel. Although I lost, I moved on to the poker table and had a blast, ordering one White Russian after the other. The whole table of players thought that I was so drunk, just tossing money around pot after pot! What they didn’t know is that this player was a pro simply controlling his image with the help of a little bit of alcohol. I ended up making about $550 by the end of the night, not including a $100 “last longer” bet I made with my friend JW in a $60 sit-n-go tournament.

I can’t wait to see what kind of luck my next session is going to bring me.

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