Saturday/Sunday stuff

Been awhile since my last update, and I've been pretty busy. Saturday night started out a little crazy: Ben wanted to see Ocean's 13 at the Palms, so I tagged along to check out the poker room there. Their room was pretty small and didn't spread anything over 2/5, so I walked over to the Rio and found a nice 5/10 table to sit at. I came in a few hands before the BB, so I waited to post my blind. As soon as I posted my BB, the 40-yr-old drunk lady in seat 1 started puking all over the table. Crap, time for a new table.

I moved my chips off the table quickly and found a new, soft table full of deepstacked loose-passive players. Highlight of this table was Marcel Luske coming over to serenade a friend of his in seat 9 with a song. Marcel is such a badass, if I could go out for drinks with any poker pro it would definitely be him. The table started to break after about 2hrs of play, at which point I was up about $300 as we moved to 5-handed play. Unfortunately none of the other guys wanted to play shorthanded, so we all got reassigned new tables.

My new table had some good action. I sat in the 7 seat since I noticed that the young guy in seat 5 had a massive stack of ~$8k and seemed like a solid player. There was a crazy asian dude in seat 1 with a decent stack, and the rest of the table seemed pretty standard/weak. I didn't get very many hands to play with during my time at the table, and the hands I did get weren't met with much action, so the only hand that really stood out on the session was this:
Stacks: Asian guy had about $800, I cover
Preflop: Asian guy straddles UTG, 2 calls to me, I call with 86c, Asian guy puts in $60 more and only one other limper and I call.
Flop: 9h9d7d. Checks to me, and I bet $100; only the Asian guy calls.
Turn: 7s. Asian guy checks, I should have bet again here but I checked behind.
River: 6s. Asian guy checks, I accidentally misread this river to be a 5 (giving me the straight) and bet $300 for value. He thinks for a sec before making an obvious crying call with ace high, but as he called he held his hand over the muck to throw it away as soon as I showed a winner. So I felted my hand (which was effectively 8 high) and he discarded his into the muck, saying "Oh fuck!" as soon as he realized that I showed down 8 high. Fortunately for me, his hand was dead once he released his hand into the muck, and I took down a nice pot with 8 high. May this be a lesson to you all: felt your hand at any showdown in which you are unsure who holds the best hand and let the dealer sort it all out.

The table broke down to 4-handed play not much long thereafter, and all the big stacks left so I decided to call it a night and head home.

Sunday brought some excitement as Nath, Serge (adanthar), and I all lined up side by side to play the Sunday Million together. Nath is a maniac LAG-tard, and I wanted to witness his crazy style first-hand. We all had some good laughs at how utterly atrocious most of the field in the Mil is at poker, and all of us survived with healthy stacks into the 3rd hour.

I built a nice stack for myself at ~82k coming into the third hour (blinds were like 400/800), but my soft table broke about 15min into the hour and I was reseated at a new table full of people who didn't let me win a single damn hand. I eventually busted on a cooler hand, flopping the K-high straight vs the flopped A-high straight, but it was with a hand I shouldn't have even played in the first place. I busto'd about 500 places out of the money and was pretty mad about it. I watched some of the Spurs game (how awesome are we?) before going to bed early -- a CR member named Jason was driving me to his house in Lake Havanu for a private sweat session and some wakeboarding tomorrow morning. Should be fun!