Vegas Adventure - Part III
I am trying to finish my Vegas adventure series, but work has been kicking me in the arse so I haven’t had much time on my hands. I am actually proud of myself for taking notes, otherwise I am sure I would have forgotten most of the details.
I also got the boys snipped on Monday so I have been laid up in bed and have not felt much like doing anything (there will be no 5th child). I know, probably more information than you needed, but blame Dr. Pauly and his guide to blogging for my brutal honesty.
So, without further ado… Day 3.
Binion’s sucks. Every game I have participated in or watched seems to feature a major screw-up at the hands of one of the dealers or the house. Example:
We are at level four and the blinds are 300/600, seat one is all-in the BB with $300 (he could not cover). Seat 6 bets $1200 and seat ten goes all-in for $2900. Seat ten has seat six covered by about $400, but the dealer takes all the chips and combines them.
*All hell breaks loose.
Seat six is pissed because his chips were not added up before the dealer combined them and seat ten is insisting he had $2900, which I agreed with and saw the dealer actually count them before he put them all together, but to be honest no one really knows for sure. Seat six calls the tournament director over and the situation is explained no less than five times (not an exaggeration) as they try to figure out the main and side pots.
By this time the tempers from the players are flaring and the tournament director is starting to lose it. He starts yelling –YELLING- at seat one because seat one keeps trying to explain how the pots should be (correctly, I might add). The director then proceeds to slam the chips on the table as he counts them out (nothing short of a temper tantrum). By this time, most of the other players have stepped away and are watching this cluster F from a safe distance while 7 freakin’ minutes run off the blind clock. We are now way behind the rest of the tables.
Once they finally get it straight, seat ten wins the pot, so it was all for naught as he had everyone covered anyway. Then seat one (who's explanation turned out to be correct all along) goes and finds the tournament director to express his dissatisfaction with the level of customer service he received. The situation quickly escalates and a fight literally breaks out between seat one and the tournament director. It is quickly “handled” by security and seat one is removed.
One hand later, the tournament director comes back to our table insisting that he was right and it was seat one’s fault for making it take so long going into a full explanation rehashing the whole thing again... I just wanted to get back to playing poker and told him as much but he wouldn’t stop. I said “enough, let it go” (twice) when I think he finally got it because he apologized and walked off.
*All forms of concentration completely blown.
Two hands later, I get moved to table #1, where my dwindling stack is no match for the mountains of chips I stumbled into. I muck a couple of hands and catch a woeful K8 of clubs in the BB. Seat 5 raised it $1200 and I go all-in with what was only an additional $500. It was at a point where I had to double up a couple of times if I wanted to compete. Seat 5 had QJ and I paired my 8’s on the flop, but he caught a Queen on the turn and I was done.
The tournament started with 258, I went out 81st. Can I please play in a tournament without some freakish B.S. distraction?
Note to self: 5 days in Vegas is too long. I suck at craps, blackjack, and I am not having stellar luck at poker either. Maybe when we move to the strip tomorrow, things will get better. I am going to the sports book. At least it will take longer to lose my money!
I also got the boys snipped on Monday so I have been laid up in bed and have not felt much like doing anything (there will be no 5th child). I know, probably more information than you needed, but blame Dr. Pauly and his guide to blogging for my brutal honesty.
So, without further ado… Day 3.
Binion’s sucks. Every game I have participated in or watched seems to feature a major screw-up at the hands of one of the dealers or the house. Example:
We are at level four and the blinds are 300/600, seat one is all-in the BB with $300 (he could not cover). Seat 6 bets $1200 and seat ten goes all-in for $2900. Seat ten has seat six covered by about $400, but the dealer takes all the chips and combines them.
*All hell breaks loose.
Seat six is pissed because his chips were not added up before the dealer combined them and seat ten is insisting he had $2900, which I agreed with and saw the dealer actually count them before he put them all together, but to be honest no one really knows for sure. Seat six calls the tournament director over and the situation is explained no less than five times (not an exaggeration) as they try to figure out the main and side pots.
By this time the tempers from the players are flaring and the tournament director is starting to lose it. He starts yelling –YELLING- at seat one because seat one keeps trying to explain how the pots should be (correctly, I might add). The director then proceeds to slam the chips on the table as he counts them out (nothing short of a temper tantrum). By this time, most of the other players have stepped away and are watching this cluster F from a safe distance while 7 freakin’ minutes run off the blind clock. We are now way behind the rest of the tables.
Once they finally get it straight, seat ten wins the pot, so it was all for naught as he had everyone covered anyway. Then seat one (who's explanation turned out to be correct all along) goes and finds the tournament director to express his dissatisfaction with the level of customer service he received. The situation quickly escalates and a fight literally breaks out between seat one and the tournament director. It is quickly “handled” by security and seat one is removed.
One hand later, the tournament director comes back to our table insisting that he was right and it was seat one’s fault for making it take so long going into a full explanation rehashing the whole thing again... I just wanted to get back to playing poker and told him as much but he wouldn’t stop. I said “enough, let it go” (twice) when I think he finally got it because he apologized and walked off.
*All forms of concentration completely blown.
Two hands later, I get moved to table #1, where my dwindling stack is no match for the mountains of chips I stumbled into. I muck a couple of hands and catch a woeful K8 of clubs in the BB. Seat 5 raised it $1200 and I go all-in with what was only an additional $500. It was at a point where I had to double up a couple of times if I wanted to compete. Seat 5 had QJ and I paired my 8’s on the flop, but he caught a Queen on the turn and I was done.
The tournament started with 258, I went out 81st. Can I please play in a tournament without some freakish B.S. distraction?
Note to self: 5 days in Vegas is too long. I suck at craps, blackjack, and I am not having stellar luck at poker either. Maybe when we move to the strip tomorrow, things will get better. I am going to the sports book. At least it will take longer to lose my money!
posted by Sponge at 10:33 PM
1 Comments:
Man, really enjoying these posts! Ice on the nut sack might do the trick, right?
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