Campfire Stories

My last post here..

I've soft launched my new site, devopoker.net. It's still severely under construction, but it's def a step up from here :).

Cheers,

Devo

posted by Devo @ 9:26 PM |

WPT Reno, TV Final Table

So blessed... Man, it's hard to put into words what I'm feeling. The last blog was a pretty good stream of consciousness in my opinion... this journey has been so incredible and amazing that it's very difficult to put into words what I'm really feeling.

Grateful. Lucky. Blessed. Stoked. Those are the first ones that come into mind.

So, after that barf blog, here's what happened.

I went to bed Thursday night expecting to wake up to a message knowing who was sponsoring me at the final table. I needed to get that taken care of before I went to make-up at 2pm. Maria called me at 11:15 and asked me about the deal, said she was on the phone with Vanessa Russo talking deals at the moment. I said see what you can find out and went to get a hold of Matt.

Turns out he got stonewalled and couldn't make anything happen. Crap.

OK, I'll try the guy that tried to chase me down the night before. He was way too aggressive and abrasive and it really turned me off. I didn't want to do business with him, but was out of options.

He says, "PokerStars decided they only wanted to take Jason."

Wow. Last night they said they'll take me and Jason and to let them know in the morning.

So, I start calling people, and got a hold of Katie. I met her in the Ultimate Bet suite during the 2006 WSOP. I'm proud to say she was my first friend in Vegas (even though she lives in LA). I got a hold her 35 minutes before make-up, and she said "I'll make some calls."

At 2:05, Shaun Rice walks in. Ultimate Bet will take me. Sweet. We negotiate a deal, shake hands, and I put on a patch.

Thank you Ultimate Bet so much. I hope I gave you a good show.

So, makeup, interview, lunch with JP, find out my mom just got in, and at the set by 4:30 pm. I am still pretty wound up and am hitting writer's block. I would like to write a blog about the poker, but it's all documented pretty well so I don't want to go into specifics.

Lee definitely deserved the win. I made two decent mistakes, both of which I am sure will make the show. The last hand I severely overplayed my hand. I was just convinced that he was going to try and outplay me early and I thought I had the best hand enough of the time. Wrong. I realized it while driving across the desert when I realized his tell. Basically if I knew that 12 hours earlier I would have saved like 1.3 million in chips. Lee is also a total class act. Excellent card player and total gentleman. It was a priveladge to play with him.

I'm bummed that Jason didn't do better.

I'm bummed that Jeff DeWitt didn't win a hand on the TV table.

I'm stoked that my Mom and brother flew up. I'm stoked that Mike and Vince both told me I did great on set. I'm stoked that I could buy a new car today! And I'm stoked that I am still in the FTP $65k and already up on the day.

Peace and good luck,

Devo

posted by Devo @ 11:00 PM |

WPT Reno End of Days Two and Three

:-) This sure has been fun.

This is all going to explode into some sweet blog someday.

But probably not right now. But who knows. I'm sitting here listening to my friend Ryan Ahern play the piano through my Bose sound dock.

See? I'm practicing talking about sponsors.

So, tomorrow I'm gonna get paid a minimum or $10k for wearing a fucking logo.

I gave up on being famous like six months ago. And y'all bitched to me about depressing blogs and what not... but damnit, I was a selfish cocky asshole about twelve months ago.

I'm glad it's taken this long.

Not that one TV table is going to qualify me as "famous" or anything, and really far from it. But this is the break that I have been waiting so long to catch. 2nd in employees event? Nice, but, obv meh. 2nd in O8? Sweet, you know how to play games other than unlimited hold'em, but nobody cares. All of my 2007 WSOP TV time is me being pissed after being two outed in Omaha 8 . Sorry for being mildly annoyed.

Thank God for that eight ball.

Y'all know it better than most how horribly I have been running Aug07-Mar08 minus one week in February, but today I felt like things were finally turning around.

If you haven't read the hand, here's the cliff notes. I open btn with T T , SB w/170k flats, BB w/100k flats. Flop T97 rainbow, 50k in pot, SB bets 15k, BB's turn. My immediate read? He's gonna ship and be really embarassed. Now I need to figure out how to get the SB's piece of crap into the pot also.

BB says, "I'm all-"
Devo says, "I'm all in."
BB finishes, "In?"

I want to look like one pair.

BB thinks for about twelve seconds before he shrugs his shoulders and says, "OK I call."

SB: 67o, bout 14% equity
BB: 55, bout, mmm... 0.1% equity.

Turn eight ball.

Fuck me. I mean seriously. How can this shit happen every freaking time? I seriously quit poker on that spot.

"And the river is... AN EIGHT! DEVO MAKES THE FULL HOUSE TO WIN THE HUGE POT, ELIMINATING DONK AND FISH IN 18th and 17th PLACE!"

Thank you. One time. Seriously. One time don't tack my balls to the wall with lag bolts. And this one time came, propelled me into the chip lead that I carried until we were eight handed, where I lost it getting 3 outed by my friend Jason Potter (although I did pay off turn and river after he made aces up... coulda folded river, but whatevs... cost me 420k) and losing a race do David Pham. Worst beat of that is now Full Tilt has to take the dragon, where they were going to take Lee and I otherwise. I'm going to sign with either the dog or stars in the morning. My friend and aparently new agent is flying up in the morning.

And seriously holy fuck. What a trip this is and I'm loving every moment of it. I feel so blessed to be in this spot, and I hope that the things I have learned over the past couple of years here will pay off, not just on the poker table, but in who I am. Millions of people are going to see me, and I hope that I will be seen as the kind, goofy, good ol' boy that I am rather than the arrogant prick that I used to be.

Peace and good luck,

Devo

posted by Devo @ 5:34 AM |

WPT Reno End of Day One

17/75 remaining "World Poker Challenge WPT Event
Reno, Nevada
March 25-28, 2008

9 4 4 8 A
Flop Turn River

T 8 A Q
Barry Greenstein Bryan Devonshire

signed, Barry Greenstein"

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It's late.

Peace and good luck,

Devo

posted by Devo @ 5:54 AM |

This Will Only Be Funny...

... To Those Who Know Reno/Poker So I really feel like blogging, but it's 8:45 from the start of the main, plus I don't feel like writing, so here goes.

This is the list of random crap that I have noticed while in Reno.

In order of them coming off my head...

1) In Reno, there is this fetish with faucet knobs going the wrong way, particularly the cold knob. In this entire hotel and every random bar/casino restroom without automatic faucets that I have been in here in my entire 9 day stay thus far, I haven't found a cold water faucet in a bathroom that turns on to the left. You know the saying, lefty loosy righty tighty? Works on bolts and everything that twists in this world? Yah, not in Reno. The hot water faucet turns on by twisting left, while the cold water turns on by twisting right. It's especially tilty in the shower when you go to turn if off, which usually ends up in cold water hitting your back as you yell some colorful metaphor.

2) Driveways. Poker players don't drive much, but I'm an anomoly. Probably ruined that spelling. Anyways, I like driving places, and I like driving around while at places. Twice, I've been on the road four times in this trip, I have run into a one way driveway. Man they're tilty. I try to pull into a 7-11 for gas, but the only driveway that I have to pull into peels off into the direction that I am traveling and I cannot possibly make the turn. It happened again today on the way to the bank. I try to pull in to Wells Fargo or 7-11, and I end up parking at a car dealership or waiting at a light to turn right and then right into the gas station. Incredibly frustrating.

3) Reno is the best stop on the circuit. Why? Cause there's things to do here. At this hotel itself, there is all the casino/food ammentities that go with a fantastic resort, but there's also bowling, an outdoor driving range that hits into a man made lake where geese hang out on man made islands with man made grass (astroturf) on them where the geese make such inviting targets for golf balls (done this twice), a golf simulator that's awesome (see Daniel's blog), shuffleboard and pool in the same place, go karts, some crazy bungee jumping swing thing, a locals bar in the parking lot with Golden Tee, put all that within an hour of Virginia City, Lake Tahoe, and my Grandpa, and nestle it in the foothills of the Sierras, and you have a place that I really like.

4) Poker sucks in Reno. Aparrently the WPT in Reno has been the bitch of the WPT forever. Last two years? 600 entrants into a 5k WPT two years, 440ish last year, and this year they kicked it to 7500 and 300 is a fair over under line. Sad. Plus, every random side game that I have played has just been LOL in poker content, and combine that with the draws for these events, it's pretty brutal.

5) I really like the aspect of community on these tour stops. Everybody here is mostly on their own, so when we all get here we want to be around cool people, and it creates a pretty sweet atmosphere of good groups of people everywhere. I have been blessed to be a part of many of these groups and it has made my stay here thoroughly enjoyable.

K... that's all I got. I really wish this was Vegas, becasue I love the proximity to the mountains. I could really see myself living in this neck of the woods at some point, cause I like the mountain climate so much better than the desert, but Reno's just way brutal in so many other ways. I wish I had the Colorado Springs of Reno with everything else of Vegas, but obviously there isn't a place like it in the world.

Peace and good luck,

Devo

posted by Devo @ 4:31 AM |

Reno: Days 1-5

Good blog, long read Alrighty...

First things first. We need USC to beat Kansas State. And, while we're at it... how bout Duke, Washington State, and Texas A&M. That would push us to a perfect 12 and 12 thus far in my $100 bracket pool. Gogogogo...

I figure that I have some run good in something due to come soon. Since my fantastic week in the middle of February I've lost like 30k straight or something gross like that. Maybe even 40k. Sunday was the worst Sunday I've had in a looooong time, cashing in nothing and going off in the 100r's. I was done so early that I decided to head to downtown Reno, a place that I have not been since I was 16.

My family and I used to travel up here every August to spend time with my grandpa, who lives in Carson City. Ten years later I returned as an adult, and lemme tell you - the nostalgia just poured over me. I started at Fitzgeralds, drank a green beer, and played poker at this table in the pit. It was pretty hilarious really. Only reason that I sat in the game is that I collect chips from places that I've played poker - but my rule to myself is that I must play at least one orbit to add the chip to my collection. So, that was my mission this evening. Wander around downtown, play poker at every place possible, and drink my way into forgetfulness of the brutal day. It turend out to be an extremely pleasant night. I made it back and got 8 hours of sleep before the 11am 100r.

Monday started off just how Sunday ended. I just got brutalized. I was planning on playing through all day, but at 3pm when I was busted out of everything, I decided I needed a break to aboid tilting my brains out. I went downstairs to the arcade level of the Grand Sierra Resort to whack some balls at the driving range. Well, this is by far the coolest driving range I've ever been to. Hitting off mats into a huge lake. I don't know why it's so much more fun to hit golf balls into water than it is onto grass, but it holds true for me at the river and ends up being true on the golf course (for me anyways). So, an hour and a Port of Subs sandwich later, I'm back in the room and ready to go.

Final table 100r, 5th place, $7400. Sweet. Even for Sunday and Monday. Obv won zero key races, didn't suck out, and lost a race to bust. Whatevs can't complain.

Tuesday I sleep in. Shaun Deeb shows up and we grind from 4pm through midnight. I play super high volume. One cash. Min cash in $10r. Sigh. Fuller shows up also and begins to own my soul at everything, specifically Chinese that night after griding. Devo loses $500 at a game that started $1/point, and only had a dozen $5 hands and 1 $10 hand. Deeb, Evan, and Fuller win, Devo donates.

Wednesday I decide to play the $500 PLO rebuy live here. The field size was ridic, but I knew the field and liked the spot a lot. So, in for $550, insta-re-buy for $500 more, lose all pots first hour, rebuy $500 more to get back to 10k, Build to 15k, get it in with a set vs. a naked (just, no other outs) flush draw coughcoughshaundeebcough, lose obv, ship another $1k to get back to 10k, win no more pots, ship another $1k to add-on 10k in chips, and I have 400 chips less and am in for $1500 more than if I would have walked up 1:59 into the tourney and bought in. Sigh.

So, I go about crushing, get unlucky, and then get Fullered with 12 left. Oh yeah, the total prize pool is $33k. I could min cash (5th) and lose $250. Lovely. Rick opens, I re-pot KK2 5 for about 40% of my stack, rick calls with the fabulous K Q89 , knowing that he's getting the whole pile shoved in on any flop, it comes A 4 X, I jam, he laughs, and I miss my one outer. GG me.

In time to play online, but I'm tilting pretty good. I get a text message from my mother nagging me to get in contact with my grandfather.

It's been on the back of my mind ever since I considered coming to reno. I had not seen him since my father's funeral, and in the last ten years I've had one awkward phone conversation and one awkward e-mail of communication. My contact has been more than either of my siblings or my mother. It has always been a sore subject for me, and I have held some resentment against my grandfather for excommunicating himself from the family that reminded him of his son's suicide. I felt like he should have manned up, stepped in, and been there for me in the years of young adulthood where I really needed the guidance and wisdom of a father figure. Instead the only message I got, from my father and grandfather, was "We don't care about you." As a teenage boy that is so brutal.

However, as I have grown up I have been able to understand why he hasn't wanted to talk to us, and I cannot blame him for how he has responded. I cannot imagine how painful it must be for a parent to have one of their children die before them, and then to have it happen in the manner that it did. Ouch. It's a natural human defense mechanism to flee from pain, and this is a pretty painful memory. Just like I don't want to be around anything that reminds me of my father, because it hurts, I am sure that he feels the same. It's scary. It hurts. It sucks. It's not fun. It's not fair.

I have been afraid to contact my grandfather for fear of being rejected. But, with my mothers urging, I realized that at least making an attempt was what I needed to be doing, as I may never have an opportunity like this again. So, I found the phone number, made a phone call, and was walking to my truck to drive to Carson City five minutes later.

Wow. That went way better than I expected.

So I drive down, wondering what I'm going to say, what we're going to talk about, and before I know it I'm pulling up to the curb in front of his house.

He looks the same, ten years older, but good as ever. Betty (his wife) looks great also, and I sit down on the couch. We talk the past, catching up on ten years of estrangement. He wastes no time asking what happened to my marriage, and is impressed with my answer of "I made mistakes." We chat family, what everybody's up to and all that good stuff. I tell him about poker, about my successes, the fluctuation, the ups and downs, and he receives it much better than I thought. "As long as you're making living," Betty interjects, "And you like it," "Then I have no problem with it."

Cool.

So we head down to their locals casino to have some breakfast/lunch/dinner, I pick up the tab, and we hit the slots for a little while. Betty plays Keno and wins a few bucks, Grandpa and I chase down a few slots and just chat. It was fantastic, and everything I could have hoped for. I said to him at one point something like this. "I can remember years ago when I would come in these things with you and everybody else, and you adults would go gamble while us kids had to do kid things, and I dreamt of the day that I would be able to join you. This is really cool for me."

And it was. A dream come true really. People have asked me the classic question of if I could have five minutes of my life back, besides the 37 seconds that I was on the phone with my stock broker on March 10, 2000 when I decided not to sell $197,000 worth of stock that I had earned 7000% on in the last year, I would spend the time with my father. I don't know what four minutes and twenty-three seconds I would re-live, but it probably would have something to do with baseball, or shooting, or something that Dad and I did together often. Spending that half an hour with my grandfather, just the two of us, was the closest that I can come to that dream in this lifetime and was a moment that I will cherish for the rest of my life.

Oh yeah, I broke even. Running good vs. the slots IMO :-).

So, we went home, and we continued our converstation from the casino about ghost towns and rockhounding and all that stuff that a 11 year old boy just soaks in from his grandfather. This 26 year old boy soaked it in with even more fervor than that 11 year old boy. On his bookshelf he had two display cases of indian arrowheads. It came up in conversation that he had found every single one of then in the past dozen years or so.

Our last year or so of heading up to Grandpa's in August was his first year in his retirement home. He bought a few acres outside of Dayton, NV on this hill overlooking the Carson river. Absolutely fantastic place. I can remember driving stakes with my father and grandfather, defining his property line way back in the day. Turns out that his property has been an migratory camp for American Indians for millenia. Recently, like the last few thousand years, it was the perfect place for a camp in that valley, so naturally the Indian's chose it. However, thousands of years ago the area was a lake, and the Dayton area was the beach for this huge lake, and thus had artificts around that dated back as long as Indians have been in the area. He said after a good rain or wind storm, he would go out and just find em everywhere. Seriously, his collection of artifacts was so impressive that it was difficult for me to believe that he found them all. Very cool. It was also fun chatting because I gathered sufficient information to begin searching for arrowheads down by Vegas. It has always been a dream of Jared's to pick up a real arrowhead in the boonies somewhere, and we're going to be able to make that happen.

So, from there we talked about WWII. This hour of conversation was fantastic. I got all the stories of my grandfather's time serving in the war that I had never heard before (or been old enough to understand/remember). That got us talking politics, vietnam, the gulf war, the war on terror, etc, and I found it quite errie how much I agreed with every one of my grandfather's stances. I came across my.

Hold on. WTF Duke. Losing with two minutes?

I came across my libertarian views while in Colorado, mostly through my roommate Travis. I wonder if the seeds for my beliefs were planted by my father and grandfather and thus why I took so strongly to them when I discovered them? I wonder.

So, the part of the night that meant the most to me is when Grandpa looked at me and said, "Bryan, you've grown up. And I'm proud of how you've grown up."

Wow. Something I've needed to hear for twelve years.

That afternoon was worth all the money in the world, and I will take losing every tournament for the rest of my life to have that afternoon in my memories.

So, I came back around 10:30, grabbed Rick Fuller, and had an opportunity to kick his butt at something. Naturally there was no money on this ass kicking, but it was a great time nonetheless. We went downstairs to the same arcade level with my same golf clubs, this time with the intention of playing Pebble Beach.

They have this bar called "Bunkers" with all the standard stuff, pool, darts, shuffleboard, ground shuffleboard, and the coolest golf simulator machines ever. Take an indoor golf hitting cage, add a computer with the software, and an intricate array of sensors that detect ball speed, vector, ball spin, slices and hooks, and does it with 90-95% accuracy (see Daniel's blog... he has one in his house). So, computer feeds a signal to a projection unit over our heads, projects an image of the first hole at Pebble beach onto the wall in front of us, and it looks exactly like you're standing in the tee box of the first hole at pebble beach. The work that went into this program is ridiculous. They have hundreds to thousands of video and images from every hole from every angle they could possibly think of. They have audio recordings from different spots on the hole and it plays in the sound system above your head. That sick famous par three there? Hole 6 or 7 or something? You can hear seagulls, the crashing of waves, and the occassional passing helicopter in perfect stereo sound overhead. It was sick.

The place closed at midnight. We had so much fun that Rick bribed the guy to stay open another hour so we could finish and play a couple of more holes. I ended up hitting a 26 over par I believe, which is an excellent 98 for me, and really excellent for pebble beach. I was helped a little by having the wind turned off and the putting, as the system can only record putts outside of six feet, therefore anything within six feet is a gimmie. Six footers are not even close to gimme's for me. However, the chipping and putting took some time getting used to so that cost me some strokes also.

Oh yeah, Rick scored +44.

Sadly though, Rick would get me again today. Busting me out of two live tournaments in two days. Now, not only does he have the lead (2-1), but he has that to hold over my head for the rest of forever. Siiiiigh. I played really well today but ran really poorly in all-in pre-flop situations. I got it in 7 times, winning once. I was ahead twice lost, racing twice lost, and behind three times, winning one.

TY for coming back Duke.

The bustout hand was fine I think. Rick had a stack and was active, and I restole with A5o for his late position raise. He said, "Uh oh, I've only looked at one, an ace." I'm liking this though, and even though he knows I resteal light, I don't think he thought I was re-stealing light here. Finds a Q and I whiff the suck-out. 35th or something, 18 pay. Ugggh... win just my expectation of all-in situations and I don't even find myself in this spot (cause I would have had chips) and would have been able to play the game that I want to play, not the shove/fold game that I had to play.

Oh well. GL Rick - I'm rooting for you 100% now.

1500 tomorrow, 2k saturday, online sunday, online monday, and 7700 main on tuesday.

Peace and good luck,

Devo

posted by Devo @ 7:28 PM |

Reno... The Gettin There

Snow sucks I have had plenty of content to write about all week, but for whatever reason I have been pretty dang lazy and unmotivated to write. But after yesterday's adventure through the snow across Nevada, most of the time spent with a hippie named Kevin, I decided it was time to come out of hibernation once again.

So, Friday night after I couldn't get away from my 9 4 on the A A 2 , 5 , Q board (I check/raised/4-bet flop, shoved the river), I was feeling pretty ancy. I came home, wanted to write, couldn't ended up playing in a frequent player point satellite to a $200 main event satellite, and that sure was fun. It was a rebuy-and add-on structure, so since these infinity frequent player points are worthless to me, I jammed every hand trying to get a stack and putting chips onto the table. I kid you not I went twenty minutes straight shoving EVERY hand pre and lost every time. Then, I finally sucked out, and then I was able to take advantage of my image, getting it in waaaay good with the hands I got later and they held. I ended the rebuy period with the chip lead, regained it with 3 tables left, and carried that all the way into the money which was top seven. It really was quite fun at the end since I had all the chips and basically raised/4-bet every single hand. Ruined this poor guy's day... raise with the ol' 57o, get shipped on, call since I'm getting 5-2 for like 1/15th of my stack, he has 88, flop XX6, 3, 4 with 9 left. So, I win my seat and decide that I'm officially playing online Sunday, not the Wynn $10k. I had been wrestling with the issue for a while since it's obviously going to be a small/tough field. After talking with some dudes I was leaning toward online, and hey, the seat just kinda sealed the deal :-).

Also, I was planning on heading up to Reno on Wednesday, but yesterday (Saturday) I had nothing to do and didn't want to play online or live, so poof. It became travel day. I was going to go to Reno early. I called up, booked rooms on the poker rate for 10 days, and after shaking off the hangover that I blame entirely on AMAK316 from Saturday night, I started the drive north on 95 out of Vegas.

I had taken this road as far as Beatty before, but that was back in December of 02. I really enjoyed the drive. There is a lot of cool stuff out there in the desert. I'm gonna have to take my time coming back and check everything out. Anyways, about 10 miles outside of Beatty I picked up a hitchhiker named Kevin. I'll admit... he was pretty weird, but in the I'm scared or the I need to draw my weapon kind of scared. I asked if he had any music requests, picked Led Zepplin, and freestyle sang to all 10 songs I had on my iPod. But not in a creepy way, but definately weird. The dude had been on the road for 23 months, originaly from San Francisco. We really didn't chat much (as he wasn't very good at chatting...), and I dropped him off in front of the Atlantis or something like that around 11:30pm.

I then drove over to the Grand Sierra and went through one of the most frustrating check-in processes ever. I don't have a credit card. I just don't. Sorry. Never been a problem before.

"Sir, there is a $50 deposit that will be held against your card for incidentals if you wish to have those available."

"Yeah, yeah.. no problem."

She's already told me that she's charging my card now rather than at the end of the stay, which kinda pissed me off, but whatever - it doesn't really matter right?

She whacked my card for $1200. $650 for the room, $550 for 11 days of $50 in incidental deposits.

K this is just ridic.

"No, take it off, you told me $50, not PER DAY." She got really confused. Left the desk. Left me with a line for about 5 min. Comes back, says she's gonna call my credit card company, there is still nobody else at the desk, I say just give me my card I want to leave, she does, and now I need to find the Bell Desk. Why? Beats me. when I gave my bags to the bellhop, he gave me a ticket like normal, then said to take it to the Bell Desk inside. I'm like, why? No reason. Just do it.

*Sigh*

"Hi, they told me to come to you." I hand him the ticket.

"Yup, this is why. Are you going to your room right now?"

"No."

"Ok then, take this ticket, and when you get to your room give this number a call and we'll bring your bag up."

POGAIERMGOPAIRJFPOAIENPOFOAIDSNHFPOIJQOEWPIFHOIJGAIONDOIGVNAPOIEFAO.

I mean, seriously?

So, I get everything squared away, and I decide to go do some exploring. I discover the poker area, see my friends Crystal and Jeremy who live in Tahoe (not surprised to see them here), and end up taking an empty seat in a 15-30 LHE game. They looked at me and licked their chops, thinking "Yum Yum! NLHE Tourney donk trying to play a limit cash game!" No... and I can't really come up with what they were thinking to be honest. This was the best LHE cash game that I have sat in since... at least July 07 in Arizona, but prob way farther back than that.... Canterbury 05? Bellagio 04? Not sure really. Seriously - I played 45 mins, we ranged from 6-9 handed, and one other player raised pre-flop. He did it twice, and once was BvB. I prob did it like 10 times. Nobody else raised. Here's one sweet example. Limp, Limp, Limp, I raise ATo, SB calls, BB calls, all three limpers call. Flop 865, SB bets, lots of things happen, and SB rolls over KK at showdown, which miracleously ends up being good. If you know anything about limit hold'em you know how especially awful this is.

Another example of money hating that they did last night, this one directly benefitting me. UTG limps 6 handed, I raise UTG+1 w/A 8 , we see the flop heads up. It comes Q 8 4 . UTG checks, I bet, he literally hmmmm's and bob's his head, shrugs his shoulders, and thows three red $5 chips into the pot (hypothesis: since these chips were synthetic and since chips in general are hard to light on fire, he decides to throw them into a pot

Time out: My 55 just lost to A2, A3, and A9 aipf in the 100r. LOL. It's a rough Sunday already. Busto in Brawl, in for $700 in 100r, have min chips.

K game on.

So the dude decides to call with XX. Turn 3. Now he fires. I make the easiest raise ever since it's so obv what he has at this point, and he calls. River a 3, he fires again, I call obv, thinking I'm gonna be pissed if he has something worse than I put him on and just hit a 2 or 5 outer, and he says, "I missed."

Damn right. Ship the money. But he won't fold. He says, "What do you have?"

I say, "I called you sir."

"I missed. I have nothing." Drops his cards. I drop my cards, put a $1 chip on them, and hold on to them until the pot is pushed to me.

The dealer says, "Are you folding sir?"

"Well, no... not if he's going to be like that." He retrieves his cards and finally tables the five and the six of different suits. Exactly what i put him on. I have to respond to this though...

"Sir, don't get mad at me for not showing my cards when I don't have to. Don't insuniate that I am being impolite by not tabling my hand when I called you. You, sir, are the one trying to avoid showing your cards when it is your turn to, not me."

Anyways, I was amused to say the least. The hand was fun in all aspects.

I walked with $230 after about 40 minutes, came upstairs, passed out, woke up before my alarm this morning, and am gonna be playing online all day for next four of em...

Peace and good luck!

Devo

posted by Devo @ 1:11 PM |