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the rain in vegas falls mainly on the (un)moving slidewalks 2010-10-20 - 11:48 a.m. For some reason, when they designed the V., even though I was already a regular visitor to Vegas at that time, bringing with me the regular raincloud that follows me around in life -- and well known enough to the V. to be a VIP invitee to their grand opening -- they outfitted it with these moving sidewalks that don't work in the rain. So every time it rains, they have to turn them off and, on the especially slippery parts, throw down these bathmat-looking things. I guess that yesterday they couldn't even find enough bathmat-looking things, because they simply blocked off a couple of the moving sidewalks altogether. A winning day, not a huge win, but a good-sized win for small ball and steals/re-steals, which is the game I was playing, since I wasn't picking up any big hands. Maybe nobody was. At one point, on my second table of the evening, I looked around, and there was one guy actually sleeping with his head down on the table, another guy leaned back in his chair for a snooze, and the guy next to me on my right was starting to nod off too. A low energy table, to put it mildly. And this, after I'd already stolen a pot on the turn with 5 ♥ 4♥ and then flashed the cards. The #1 seat, who was already awake, screamed, "Whoo whee, did you just steal that with five high?", my opponent who had just been bluffed off the pot glared in sullen bitterness...and the rest of the table continued with their regularly scheduled nappy time. So I really couldn't make much there. It was time to trudge home through the rain. My first table, in the afternoon, was marginally more lively -- at least, no one was openly sleeping, although the young man that IMOM had pointed out to me as a LAG was instead playing a nit style of one hand every three hours while he slammed down the Captain Morgan's and Coke every twenty minutes. Another maybe thirtysomething-ish young guy came to the table and started raising pre-flop/C-betting every flop on the button, no matter how many players in the pot, so I got most of my money by check/raising him with air on a couple of flops that just couldn't have hit him. The one time all day I picked up a big hand, flopping the nut straight on a rainbow board, it just so happened to be against one opponent, a nitty dealer who I swear must just sit there waiting to rack up hours to stay full-time on the V's health insurance plan and if he happens to pick up Aces, then he'll play that. I didn't expect much, but I actually got two-thirds of a pot bets out of him on the flop and turn. He'd opened from an early position, and I assume he held an overpair. The V. isn't much known for big games, or for their salon, but sometimes they get something going. Yesterday, they were playing 30/60 mixed games yesterday, and one of the games was LHE but the others were weirdo things like Deuce to Seven Triple Draw. However, at some point, they voted to add 1/2 NL, and I don't mean 100/200, I mean one American dollar and two American dollars for the blinds. Of course, the minimum buy-in was $1,000, and one of the dealers said it was always $100 to go before the flop anyway. A bit strange, almost like playing without a blind. But you're guaranteed that everyone at the table starts with a very deep stack. It really made me feel tempted for a minute, but we're backing off the very deep-stacked plays for now and going back to the middle stacks. There's a lot more freedom to steal and re-steal and get creative, and if you get caught, who cares, it's a few hundred dollars, not a few thousand... A terrible night's sleep, and I really don't know why. It might have been that comped cheeseburger from the food court. It makes me sad sometimes, to go from being a VIP in a limo eating comped meals at Valentino's and watching Cher's first concert in seven years to this...a comped cheeseburger in the food court. Oh well, glory days will pass you by, as Springsteen said. Oh, and on my first must-move table of the day, I noticed some suspicious activity. Well, to be honest, I noticed a guy calling in his girlfriend to get in the game, and when I left, I was seated at a spot on the next table where I could see them easily. They arranged themselves so that they sat side-by-side, so that he could always act immediately after her -- and, also, a rather convenient position for sending signals, flashing cards to him as she folds, and so on. I sent a text to IMOM about them, and I later found out that a lot of people had questions about them from their play at a different casino. They both got must-moved to IMOM's table, and he loudly started a discussion about collusion. The girl never played a hand at that table; she just got up and left. Score a point for the good guys. back - next All Rights Reserved, Copyright 2002-2017 by Elaine Radford