Its the long awaited Commerce post. I was all amped to write this but tired when I first got back, then I got to thinking of how long it would be if I described everything, and got discouraged. Well, I headed out with a freind from Vegas and shortly realized that I had no idea where I was going besides towards LA. The days of stopping at a gas station and looking at a map was over. I called Macon and got some quick google map directions and continued trucking.
When I pulled into Commerce I called X and he informed me that we were staying in room 516. We headed up to the room and I started knocking and no one answered. There was a privacy sign on the door but I ignored it. I pounded on the door some more and then called him back. He answered the phone and acted as he had no idea was out there and said to give him a second. Well I waited and he called me back. He asked where I was and I was confused. Come to find out he was staying at the jala slot which was about a block away. Then we got back on the elevator and had a quick laugh about the incident with Freddy Deeb when he asked if we were checking out already.
The first two nights the games weren’t as crazy as I heard the Commerce games were but I still did well netting 719 and 645 respectively. The second night I quit early to railtard X in the tournment. He was in bad shape when I got up there but stuck a run a few minutes after I got up there going from 3000 in chips to 24,000 in about 5 hands. He was back in the hunt with a few tables left so I stayed up there for the duration. With 11 left he got into bad shape again losing 9 out of the 10 pots he entered during one level mostly having to lay down on the turn. The bubble was a couple hours long and I didnt think he would make the money. Finally some Indian dude who was chip leader at the table went on elimiation tilt and ended up bubbling himself.
The next day me and my friend went to the Bike where my worst day ever, by far, began. I was playing 20/40 and was down 1000 dollars before I even won my first pot. Things didnt get much better after that. Everytime I raised turn I was immediately 3 bet. I must have ran into 7 sets that day. We left the Bike after I dropped 2000 and headed back to the Commerce. I didnt play for awhile and then jumped back into the mix. The games were more than crazy by now and I quickly dropped another 1000. After that I went and sweat X in the 100-200 game for about 6 hours. Once again my sweating skills were supiorer as he made about $9000 putting him up roughly $20,000 in two days. My friend was done in the 10/20 no limit game and was hungary for breakfast and went and played 20/40 and ate (the food is free there if you are playing 20/40 or higher). I went to check on him and the game looked great so I joined. I was up about 160 before I lost back to back big pots, one of which this old dude called two cold on the flop with bottom pair only to hit two pair on the river. I ended up losing another 300 making my total loss for the day to 3,300 dollars.
The next day we took off and went and ate in Hollywood. Friday I went back already determined that my week was ruined and just trying to recover a little of it. The game was full blown crazy as hell that night. I was up about 1250 before too long. Then the crazy swings started to happen. This older Asian guy sat down and was unstoppable playing almost every hand. He started with one rack (500) and got up as high as 10 racks. It was unbelievable. At the same there was a vey degenrative dude losing his ass and going nuts. I was literally scared. He was yelling, “why do I keep coming back here? Every time I come here I lose like 3000 dollars!!” and such. He was on mega tilt. Any time he limped or was in the blind and it came back to him raised, he would immediatly reraise. He put two beats on me back to back were a plethra of raises were put in before hand and was suddenly cheered back up. I went from up 1250 to down 100 bucks and was a litle sick to my stomach. I ordered up a massage and went back to work. The Asian dude left up about 8 or 9 racks and the degenerate was on a sick heater building his stack back up to about 3000 dollars and some how I managed to leave in the morning up 1170. I really dont know where all the money came from that had to be dropped at that table.
The next evening I came back and was sat at the same table and the crazy degenrate was sitting in the same seat with the same clothes. He hadn’t left. He still had about 2500 in front of him. I started off winning and the crazy dudes stack started to drop at a pretty steady pace. Before long he didn’t have too much left and was starting to go nuts again. He was pretty bad at abusing the dealers, and usually I would say soemthing, but he seemed crazy enough to jump over the table and stab me with a butter knife or something, so I kept quiet. I had the pleasure of almost breaking him though. He limped under the gun and for some reason I raised Q10s in the cutoff. The button who was pretty tight, folded and said he was going to raise if I folded. The blinds folded and crazy dude immediately 3 bet as if it was a rule. I called and seen a flop of Q94. He bet, I raised, he reraised, I 4 bet, he 5 bet and I called. I had a hard time slowing down to this guy with top pair as you can see as he could have had 10J, a queen,or even a nine. The turn brought my 10 and he bet, I raised, he reraised, I made it 160, and he called. I breathed a sign of relief b/c him 5 betting a gutterball on the flop wasn’t out of his range. The river was another 4 and he check called and flipped out when he seen he was actually ahead for part of the hand. The button folded JK and would have hit a straight if he had played.
I left that night to head back home up 1290 and 400 for the trip. Overall it was a good learning experience if anything.
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