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Today (Friday Aug. 15) we wake up and take care of the usual morning stuff. I eat a piece of cornbread for lunch and we go to Mirage. I’ve been debating whether I want to take a shot at 10/20 Limit today. That’s pretty big for me but I’ve been crushing the 4/8 so I decide to take a shot when I get there and see a relatively soft lineup.
I get off to a rough start losing KJ to J8 for about 8 big bets on a board of QJ9 where this old cowboy rivered an 8 to scoop it up. I dont know how to play that any better. Raise preflop, bet flop, bet turn, check river for free showdown. Drop a ten out there one time for him to be drawing dead and me and him would still be there raising. I chop a big pot with QQ when another guy had QQ for a small profit on the hand. Then I go on a sick run where I’m not lying, at least 50% of my starting hands had a deuce in them. It was a more aggressive game than I’m used to so not much I could do. Two bets to me and I look down at a 2. Three bets to me and I look down at a 2. I was really getting to the point that I was telling myself “Give me an ace, a king, JT, a pair, a suited connector or any hand I would play for one bet and I’m making it four bets cold” but in all seriousness I never did. I didn’t really play scared (noted by the last big pot I lost with A7 vs 88 on a board of J73JK) I just never had anything. I can’t really look back and think of any big pots I would have won had I played a certain hand and I can’t really think of any hand I played where I had a chance to bluff and take it down because they just always had a hand to call down with.
I dropped 300 in this game which isn’t really that bad (and not even that close to my biggest losing day this trip) but for some reason it stings. After a while the cowboy left to play shorthanded 20/40 at which point the table filled up with the waiting list of a few internet monkeys and I decide to swallow my pride and call it quits. I walk across to Venetian to play 4/8 and win back a few bets and have a few Coronas. A couple hours later I realize that my food intake for the day has consisted of a piece of cornbread and four Coronas and think I better get something to eat. Cash it out, roll through In N Out Burger and I’m a happy man.
I really wanted to book a big winner today in the 10/20 like Rusty did. I came to Vegas a month ago thinking I’d stay a week or so and I’ve been wearing the same four shirts ever since. If I can book a big winner one day ever I’m going to buy another shirt I promise.
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