The Three Day Recap: Sinking Boats and Jennicide
Just like a poker player to make over/under bets on top speed while our boat was sinking...--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
It has been quite an overwhelming but eventful few days. So much so that I have a billion things floating in my mind and all I can think of is how flipping cold it's going to be in Minnesota. Last year during the fall classic the weather was just fine. But I just spoke with Kelly and she said it's snowing, and the ten day forecast forecasted cold. Snow. Rain. Ten day high of 58. Damnit if I didn't like and miss dearly so many people there I would simply miss my flight.
Yesterday was quite the day. I woke up around 2pm and Jared and I decided we were lake bound. The problem was that we had to do some repairs to the boat/trailer for reasons that you will learn about later. We siphoned somewhere in the neighborhood of fifteen gallons of lake water out of our pontoons and then had to put on the lug nuts on the port side trailer tire correctly. We motored out to Bocce island and did the classic drink beer/play bocce ball tricks. I love being on that lake at sunset.
From there Tiffany and I picked up Melissa and then went to Capo's. If you're ever in Vegas looking for the best Italian ever, look that joint up. After dinner we headed to Brandon and Zach's apartment where I met Jennifer Leigh, aka Jennicide. She had a sweet article about her in Card Player this month and is a super cool girl. She was playing online and went bust in that account but still wanted action. She couldn't re-load immediately, so we ended up playing $5 point Chinese four way, Brandon, Zach, her, and myself. She lost $35, everybody else won. We were on the way out, and I kinda felt bad cause she was getting crushed, so I said, "Want to play rock paper scissors for $40?" She agreed, and an epic match broke out - best of five.
I quickly pulled into the lead with an opening winner of scissors followed by a draw with two rocks. I went with the rock once again and it pulled through, putting me ahead 2-0. But, Jennicide is tough competition and wasn't going to go down easy. Standing toe to toe we were locked eye to eye with our right fists clenched. One... Two... Three... THROW!
Tie. Again, tie. Again, tie. We were going level three on each other. I was thinking about what she was thinking I was thinking about what she was thinking. Then, in a moment of zen clairity, I knew the answer. I was due for a rock, and she knew that rock is my favorite, and I had just thrown paper, and she knows that I like repeaters, so she knew that I knew that she knew I liked repeaters and thus was going to go rock to smash her scissors but she wasn't going to go scissors she was going paper.
I threw scissors. The nuts. Shippit. MHIG. Brandon paid off his marker to Jenn to me, and Jenn went into "I can't win at anything" tilt. She's probably going to kick my ass at pool next time we are in that context. I'd better start practicing... Either way she was a ton of fun and sweet new friend to have.
From there I found out that a guy that owes me money was at the Bellagio and one of Melissa's friends was deep in the tourney so we headed down there. Neither of those events happened, but I saw the ESPN special on Cory Lidle, the New York Yankees pitcher that died in a private plane crash yesterday. If you missed that on the news, do a search for the story. It is quite tragic. It really hit home to me because he was a pitching coach of mine during high school and I have several memories containing both him and my father. It really struck a painful chord in my heard and I cried for the first time in a casino sportsbook.
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Tuesday night six of us launched on Lake Mead on a three hour beer drinking tour. Danny was getting off work later so said that he would meet us at the dock at 10:15pm. Jared left the island to go pick up Danny while we were left with three beers each and all the dead bushes to burn we needed. Then, two guys that Jared works with said that they had three girls that wanted to get on the boat and would be at the dock by 10:30. We were like, sweet. More girls always good.
Problem. When Jared picked up Danny, the "Guy on the Couch" was with him. Guy has to be at least 350 lbs. He's cool, but this boat was starting to get heavy. Then, the three girls showed up, but one of them was a guy not a girl, and not a small boy either.
Long story short. Return trip was eleven people, only four of which were girls, one of the guys was over 350, and all guys but one were over 200 pounds. My feet were soaked in the drivers seat. We had water coming up through the deck. The pontoons were submerged in the back. The motor was nearly underwater. Our top speed was cut in half. And, it was choppy. At one point we took a wave over the bow, and didn't pop back up. We actually dove like a submarine for a couple of moments until I cut the engine. We finally made it back, blew a tire on the trailer on the way home, and crawled into bed at 5 am.
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Monday I was on my way around the strip visiting boxes to get cash for this trip. At the Wynn I played 30-60 for an hour, lost every hand and blew a quick $1119. That was fun. I then headed to the Mirage and while I was in my box I heard Melissa walk into the poker room. She was with my friend Topher and a couple other guys Rich and Mike, and we hung out for a while together. Then Poff got a call from Ted Forrest who was going to Jet and said, meet us there. Sweet! Problem for me... I was wearing sandals and a hat. That's no good for Jet. We met Ted, hung out front for a while, the bouncer said that I couldn't get in, so I said, "Have fun kids!"
I walked across the street and played some poker. Poker? This is a poker related blog? Ah ha! The 40 game was full so I sat in a 2-5 game. The floor guy said, "You'll like this one, Bryan..." I immediately identified the fish and busted him within twenty minutes. Good times. Whatever he had it was a horrible call. Made $850 on the 2-5 game. I then got into the 40-80 game and played until 7am. Tiffany did a great job of keeping the game fired up and happy with her random mid morning energy and red bulls she was providing. I made somewhere in the neighborhood of $330 after a generally slow session and drug my butt home.
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So, getting on a plane in two hours and flying to Minnesota for two and a half weeks! Excited for the trip, scared to death of the cold. :Sigh: I'm going to bring my winter mountaineering gear and sit at the final table with ski goggles and a beanie.
Peace and good luck,
Devo
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