PEACHFRONT SPEAKS

a view of the mountains

2009-07-04 - 10:58 a.m.

Both of us still on an upward trend. We checked into our comped rooms late last night at the M. Very nice rooms, large, view of the mountains, little breakfast table with two chairs, decent sized desk, large vanity, separate bath and shower. Weird third world thing of you have to leave your room key in the slot when you're in the room. So how hot is this room gonna be when we come home tonight? I might try leaving a different key in the slot to see what happens.

I had a great loose game with some guy dumping rack after rack, but I didn't get any of his money. It was just one of those high variance days. A loose game with a calling station is a terrible one for making brilliant plays. You just have to make hands that hold up, because they're gonna call you down. When I first sat down, the money-burning guy tried to test me to see if I was the only person at the Bellagio who can find a fold, but hey. I trained in Tunica. I mean, what is this? Three times in two days, somebody three or four bets the flop, fires the turn, fires the river, with crap they should know is hopeless when the game starts out multi-way. Was there a TV show or something that advocated this move? Christ on a crutch, people. Luckily, my calling station friend was sitting to the left of me, so most of the more obnoxious moves were kept to a minimum.

Speaking of moves... Before I got changed to the loose table, I was on a table full of regulars, some of them self-proclaimed pros, for awhile. There's this Mayan-looking guy who always takes small card flops as a license to steal. I let him check/raise the flop and/or bet/raise/3 bet a couple of flops but I could tell that he was getting completely out of line. So I decided to keep to showdownable hands with this guy, and almost the very next hand we were in, I had some A high hand -- don't recall the other card and it doesn't really matter. So the flop is something like 864, and he has first action, and he check-raises, of course, which he would do with any two cards whatsoever. I call, and the turn is a 4. Perfect. He bets, I raise, he three bets. I call. The river is an 8. Nobody has anything, you understand. He bets. I call. He has queen high.

The two tight old white dudes on either side of me muttered about my gutsy call, which tells me that they had no clue whatsoever about what was taking place. But my Mayan buddy got the message, I think. Keep the stealing to the pots where you're involved with tight old white dudes who can find a fold.

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