The ironic thing is that on Monday morning when I woke up for work I told myself that I was going to take the day off, get some rest and do some laundry after work. Yeah right. Who the hell am I kidding? Needless to say, there are still five loads of dirty laundry next to my bed. So my dumbass went to work with no poker cash thinking I wouldn't play without my roll. Again: Who am I kidding? By the time I had hit the end of the work day, I had myself all pumped up to play and try to keep the winning session streak going. The problem was, I had only $350 on me, which is not what I like to go with because that's only 1.5 buy-ins at my game. The other problem was that I didn't want to go home to get cash. My job to Hollywood Park is a straight 40 minute shot. To go home would take me an extra hour. Not gonna happen.
So I get there and as usual on a Monday night it's packed with people chasing their weekend losses and losing their weekend winnings. The $200 No Limit list is longer than a 10-year-old's christmas wish list and they end up starting a new table for us. I draw the button and by the time I'm in the big blind, I hit a hand that hits me for $190 already (see pictures for hand detail). I go on to lose the entire $350 that I came with, but I have a horrible player at my table that I know I can crack, so I hit the ATM for $200 more. I get back to the table from the ATM and...the donkey is gone! I was discouraged by this and got a table change to a table that featured NBA Center Jason Collins and some young players that weren't very good. This is where I started an incredible heat streak that took me on a long ass ride full of probably a hundred different players and four different tables. At one point, Collins and I, who were in seats eight and nine, had like 60% of the chips on the table.
This session was just ridiculous and I could probably write eight blogs about it. The most boring part of the session was probably playing with Jason Collins. He's a good player, plays tight and doesn't talk much. Around 2 a.m. a guy showed up and was extremely rich, blowing through thousands going in blind pre-flop and was the most hilarious man I've ever played with. Dude was pure comedy. I'm gonna write about him another day (possibly tomorrow) because he deserves to be recognized for his brilliance. My stack just kept growing and growing slowly and I ended up huge for a $200 NL session. It was very satisfying because I felt like I was playing solid poker and being rewarded for it. Actually I felt like I was gold. I told the floorman to stake me in the $500 uncapped game but for some reason he thought I was joking. The worst beat I took was the early one with the flopped straight, my aces were never cracked and I was dominating each table.
However, by the time I left I was definitely fatigued and ended up losing $400 in the last twenty minutes before I left. A guy named Gary, who is an ultra-tight player and knows me, saw my stack and asked how long I'd been playing. I told him and he said "Go home. Take your winnings and go home. You're starting to leak some oil." Even though I was more than ready to go, it took someone saying this to me to get my stubborn ass out of there. I'm pretty sure each player at the table was looking at me like I was Thanksgiving dinner in the middle of the Sudan desert. Good thing I left.
Cashing out sucked. Hollywood Park is in the heart of Inglewood and I'm not exactly a stranger to the streets or the people that run them, but when I was cashing out $2900+ and there were several questionable characters in line behind me. The damn lady at the cashier was nervous counting all the money in front of them... So how do you think I felt putting it in my pocket?! She counted it at least FIVE times. The guy behind me started saying "Damn, good session huh? Shit, no limit must be where it's at." I just told him yeah, pretty good session. His boys were all looking at me with no expression. Great. I told the valet to just give me the keys and I'll get the car because I don't want to wait around outside. Dead sprint to my car? No, but I definitely put on a good speed-walking demo.
I didn't even make it home after. I went to my boy's condo in Inglewood and fell asleep for like seven hours.
Here's a picture of the No Limit section I took while I was standing around waiting for my table:
When I first got there I took an ugly beat. I sat at a new table and called a $20 raise from a tight player when I was in the big blind with 9h6h. One other caller from internet donk. Flop comes 7-8-10 with one heart. I check, internet donk checks. Original bettor bets $45 (overpair for sure) and I move in for $200 (everyone at the table has $200 as this was like our third hand). Internet donk insta-calls and original bettor (who knows how I play and I know how he plays) folds. Turn: 8. River: 8. Internet donk shows Q-10 offsuit and entire table proceeds to bad mouth his call. There goes my first buy-in after like three hands. Here's the guy that stole my money (I took this like 10 minutes after he won my money and he had already lost it! Look at his stack...yuck):
Here's the stack I was left with:
Rebuy!
Here's my second table. You can probably figure out who plays in the NBA:
Here's my view of the table after I started accumulating some chips:
After I started rolling, my stack started growing:
And growing (whites are bills):
Numbers update:
Day one: +$570 (4 hours) (BR: $770)
Day two: +$629 (5 Hours) (BR: $1399)
Day three: +$240 (6 Hours) (BR: $1639)
Day Four/Five: +2383 (BR: $4022)
Total Hours: 34
Total Profit: $3822
Hourly rate: $112.41
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