Day 3:

Woke up refreshed after an unsuccessful performance in the SP tourney, but a nice score from the pool at the Nugget more than made up for the evening. Amazingly I still haven't unloaded the inhibitions and I've been in Las F'N Vegas for 3 days. I've actually passed bars (which for me is a challenge, but at each one said hello to more than one lady). I have passed craps tables (which for me is a challenge, because I love to roll dem bones and it's a game that caters to a loud mouth like me). I've passed slot machines promising a new lifestyle (which for me isn't that hard never been a fan of games of pure chance). I've even passed buffets (which for me is hard because I love me some vittles).

Georgie boy sprung for breakfast which was cool so I'm up for the day. I decide I'm gonna take a stroll and go on walkabout. I get about half way between downtown and the strip not really noticing the distance as I'm mesmerized by the sights. There was mountains to be seen folks. Of course I was looking at the hills at eye level more than the actual scenery surrounding this cesspool of sin in the desert. What can I say "I love me some Teets."

It didn't dawn on me how far I actually walked until I started to feel that sensation. The one where a fair skinned cracker like myself starts to smell bar b que and I'm no where near a restaurant. I was smellin me starting to crisp up like a side of bacon at a Stuckey's being eye-balled by some booger pickin truck driver dunlap belly exposed from under his "I hate Queers, I love Beers" t-shirt. I'm almost at the strip when I notice the conveniently cheap double decker busese running back and forth from my launch to my destination. Damn! Now I'm burnt and I feel dumber than I look.

I call up Marc and Sadie to see what's up. They say we're just chillin come by the Imperial and we'll grab some lunch. Cool. I start off not really knowing where the ____ I'm headed. This is bad bad juju in LV bruda. All streets seem to lead to the same place. I think it's by design. You go around and around in a straight line (I didn't pass physics) and see every angle of every casino until I guess you get the hint pop in and lose some damn money.
I get there. Sadie, Meri, and I skip off to Margaritaville where I enjoy a bitchin platter of Jerk Chicken. It didn't have the stomp your tonsils heat you would get at Mama J's and da Mon's little tin shanty bbq up in the Blue Mountains, but the flavor was spot on. I act like a moron as I often do, but keep it on the low to save any embarassment for the ladies. They still tried to play it off like some drunken Texas a-hole just staggered over and sat at their table. Just kidding they were huge fans of the Dub.

I did strike up a conversation about god knows what in the elevator with some couple that probably thought I was inviting them to swing. I might have I don't recall what I said. back at the room at IP, Marc throws me a bone. "hey bro, you wanna come to the Cake party?" ..........hmmm....free food and drink.......models........free stuff......"No, that's not for me man" is not what I said. "Hell _______ yeah beeyatch" is closer to the right quote. Where he then politely implied that "we should be cool at these little sponsored gatherings friends" as he looked at me. I say "I can behave" at which Sadie giggles, Meri smirks, and Marc starts rethinking what he's done.

coming up part 2 .....I'm hungry gonna eat some pizza.

Well as the title says BAD DECESIONS the ruination of a good poker player ....playing long & hard in a tourney gewtting to the front then making bad plays .....why

Tiredness...mental overload....lack of discipline....lack of patience...a belief that ay cant lose....

 

all of these are a factor & i have a lot of them, then i got an email from BIG BET poker talking about the POKER MINDSET...

and it had a paragraph  which as follows

"There are two main components to mindset- knowledge is the skill & experience you pick up as you play more poker. Today i will concentrate mainly on balance, a vital area of poker that many players ignore or fail to pay enough attention to. There are several ingredients making a well balanced player, starting with PATIENCE."

it then goes on to talk about the hows etc of online play.

I read this and went wow  i have all these problems in my NL game at any given time.

So how do we fix bad habits... many just keep playing same old stuff and jsut cant find a way to change...bit like what ace and Dc talked about with the vegas school ppl listened then went back out to the tables doing same shit & not taking in what was said at school.

So i looked back and thought how do you develop patience discipline how do ya improve you decesion making... doing what im doing is not working..

So i decided to become boring.....For the next month im going to play LIMIT holdem... many will say whats that lol...

Limit gives you the chance to learn and evalute mistakes then  rework the mistakes without losing all your money in the tourney with a stupid all in play...

they say bad habits take 21 days to break so lets see in 21 days whiether it has worked....

GL at the tables all

KINKYKIWI 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

Okay folks it's time for another installment in the tales of Cdub's Vegas Bonanza Extravaganza.

Waking up to day two was easy enough. I didn't blow the doors off the hinges with the boozin' at the pool party and the whole previous days events knocked me so cold I felt like I washed down half a bottle of Tylenol pm with a 34oz schooner of Nyquil. (By the way do not do that..I repeat do not do that... Your kidneys will fail and you will die.) I slept like I picked a fight with Chuck Lidell after he hit a two outter on the river. Yeah he could and probably would kick my ass.

I was a little famished so I decided to do some damage to the famous Las Vegas Buffet. I settled for the paradise buffet at I actually forget which hole it was in. Anyways for $12 I thought I was doing pretty good because I was gonna wreck that motherfawker a new one. I'm saying I was HAWNGRY. Well my eyes were bigger than my stomach and I only finished 1 and a half plates of food. I'm embarrassed to say that the first plate was light. Mostly fruit and a muffin. Second plate some harsh meats. When i say harsh I'm saying the crap they used to feed us in public school would rate like a Bobby Flay 5 course winner against this processed pig(maybe dog) sh*t.
I was contemplating what game to bring to the SP event that night so I decided out of respect for the quality of the players I was about to face not to show up a drunken f-tard. So I went on a merry adventure to collect all the free crap I could from funbooks and free play.

I venture away from downtown and see the sights.EEEWWWWWW...there are a lot of people with pipe dreams shattered amongst the scrub brush out there. Hopefully I am not as dumb as I look and fall into that mess of an existence. So I roll into some pisspot casino that had a coupon for so and so amount of free slot play. This cracked out goofball had been sitting there working the promo slots I'm guessing since his last bit of rock burned off. He orders 3 beers and then pals up to me and some crusty old fart tourist and tells us to take one of the beers when the barwench shows up. I know it's only a matter of time before sh*tbird asks for money but I just say whatever dude and continue my cheap-assedness pushing buttons. The waitress brings the beer the old fart clearly a seasoned vet of the Vegas street just walks away allowing the urchin his extra drink. He then looks to me as I salute and pound the 6 oz flat beverage and toss the glass in disdain. I'm down to 3 spins and won a total of doo doo. He then procedes to start a conversation. "Hey man you going to the strip man." "No dude I'm just killing time, I don't wanna be rude but f off" "say man why the hostility I just wanted to hook you up"

Hook me up? Okay I'll play wtf with the street peddler." You need some green dawg?" ..."Money?" "sure gimme your money"...."no man some smoke"..."no I don't smoke oregano"..."sheeeeet bro I wouldn't rip you off man I got the connection"..."you do then get me a 20 bag of white"..."okay look man I can't make any money less I do at least a 40"..."look here (as he produces his slim glass pipe charred from illegal activity at one end)"..."I rock it up myself"..."here some stuff for you to show I'm legit"...He starts handing me passes to strip bars and prostitutes. At this point I'm tired of this game and about to slap the f*ck out of him. "No thanks I'll pass and stay at least 3 feet away from me"..."well look man at least throw me $5 for the passes or I gotta ask for them back"...I give him the old lol and say "shut the f*ck up and pulled out the same passes I just pulled from machines on the street (because it's good reading...ahem) I pull out a dollar and tear it in half drop it on the floor and walk away stopping at the bar to drop the other half as a tip to the bartender that was a complete douche.

Why waste all that blog time on that stupid crap dub? Just to allow some of those that aren't used to dealing with pick pockets and scam artists some technique to avoid being robbed.

Now to something interesting....I didn't want to get pissed as I said before so I started to head back downtown. I spent a lil time at the pool. Then geared up for the tournament. A group of us meet up with Lou Kreiger and have a shrimp cocktail at the Golden Gate. I run up to my room and grab my gift for Nicki and Lake's soon to be expected bundle. Jump in line and get chatty with the folks in line. I bust Lou's balls a lil bit (because I like his show and am a fan) then go and pester Lake, Nicki, and Pokerhanas. I'm not sure if Nicki was too happy when I grabbed hold of her old man and gave him a big smooch. Relax your sphincters it was a parlor trick from an old act but it was entertaining.

We gather the masses and like lambs to the slaughter I shepherd the the herd to my house of pain. I promised them all a sever beating as I plotted my pregame hype to stimulate the tilt. Of course this group has played me for almost 4 years online and just ho-hummed my spit like they always have. Sadly for them there was no mute button. In the lobby is a gathering of nervous chuckleheads politely addressing each other as they secretly plot to cut them down in the tournament for the golden toilet. I try and break some of the tension by introducing myself to Ang (Onfirelucky) and Mikey (Cablegator). Mikey gives the firm manly hand shake where I say "oh hell no i came for the real deal and give him the bromance grinder hug. Not to be put in his place by anyone he promptly says you want the real then here it is and grabs a handful of package (yes the dub nuts). Catching me off guard I try and steal the thunder back by grabbing his hand and screaming to all "love me" He still had the funnier bit and I looked like an ahole.
We go in and take our seats. My mouth had yet to stop running and the cards were dealt. I take a casual peak and scope the AK. Yay a top 5 starter. this is all going to plan. There was a limp mid position I think and I was in seat 7. I make a massive over bet fully intending to be aggressive and try for a chip advantage. I knew I wasn't going to out play this table so I decided to go for the whole cake early and often. Sitting peacefully on the button was old Tim. He raises back. The blinds fold and the limper folds. I study for all of one second and push the lot in. He quickly calls. I knew I was in bad shape because he doesn't play spareball poker. I was just hoping both cards were like. DOH! Kings. The flop added some drama with a Qxx two clubs. I'm holding the Ace of clubs so this was a TV hand for sure in the making. Turn Jc...uh oh here come the suck out. I got boucoup outs. River blank. Dub busted and out. I shake Tim's hand and congratulate him say good luck the rest of the table then throw my hands in the air announcing my victory.

"First Out Beetches...I told You I Could Do It."
Bam! Marc is right there with a nice bag of goodies and a thanks for playing. Those that were disappointed to see me go insisted I return as those that celebrated seeing me leave started tilting the tables with the wood it created. I think Lake was happiest of all as he was to my immediate right and was already motioning to the floor director that he'd take a $500 chip deduction for any other seat in the room.

I leave with little more than a peep and as I'm walking out I stroll by the pool and guess what? I hooked up again. Yay for me I bust and got got more busts. I played with that toy for a good while then passed out. I woke up and went back, but the game had broken up and all were gone. I see george outside Binions and we hung out for a bit.

End day 2

continued.........

The cab driver turned out to be a fairly decent dude. Without much hassle and no bs he drove the shortest direct route to the pool party. The fee was a little over $30 bones and I threw him some extra for being solid. He was a little annoying with his Poker Stars bad beat stories, but I suggested he join a forum and they could help him learn to get around some of that. he then changed the subject. One thing that did get my attention was that although most of the cabs did not have GPS or some other type of automated system...they all had one thing. Point to point text in a thick little mapsco looking booklet. So when in Vegas and some P.O.S. cabby says I don't know how to get there...show em some money and tell them to go eat a huge "dickle" then take their little mapsco book and blow it out their hiney hole.

Back to the positive.....Although I was late to the party and though there were a few kids there starting to feel the amounts of consumption everyone was in good spirits. There was a group chatting it up here, there, and everywhere, and the sober folks proved that it is "Hip to be square." Sorry Huey Lewis song popped in my head. You can tell I got issues, huh? Anywho...I start to mingle as people eyeball this stranger that just rolls in off the street. I could tell by some of the expressions that they were starting to wonder if there is any safe place in Vegas to avoid moochy party crashing spares.
I think the first person I introduced myself to was "ForkGuide" and the wife along with "Dabusdriver". They were some cool mellow folks that would be impossible to hate. As soon as I said the name Clinton a.k.a. "cdubya44" a.k.a. "chipslapU" I was bumrushed by ladies like I was f'n mick Jagger. Okay not that cool because they didn't raise the shirt and let the cones fly, but they gave the hugs that made "IT" move a lil bit. Just kidding...sort of. They gave the hugs that made me feel instantly welcome. Sadie, Meri, Tots, Bagel, Vger, and Angie were all stoked to meet the cdub. I was totally stoked as well. Then this cool cat strolled over hand extended and introduced himself as "Marc" also known as "Forrest Pump".

Chillin in a layed back fashion was a gaggle of smooth criminals consisting of DC and Ace from rounders radio amongst others. In the back ground was Nicki and some lamer. She was obviously too good for him. Just kidding "Lake" you are greatness dude. Kidding of getting the to know all and chatting it up it was like a live version of the rounders chat room but with a hellafide bounty of grub and alcohol. I think there were more than a few that were shocked I wasn't a little older. that surprised me as I am about as mature as a 16 yr old with a whoopie cushion and a dirty magazine.

Then pops over this slightly buzzed bloak with an accent. He might have been from Denmark or Luxembourg I really couldn't place it but he was determined to bitchslap me into the pool. Fortunately I was on someone's cell talking to "Blacksun" or it was man over board. I'm talking about the ever impressionable Chumley of course. He let me have it as he explained in disappointment that "I was supposed to be funny and haven't said a damn thing funny all night." This was true but I really just wanted to get my first Corona opened. Meri saved the day with a quick flip of a bottle opener and the drink was to be had. I did a very lame little British impersonation teasing Chumley a little bit, but amusing a couple of folks on the fringes that I think thought he deserved it. Chumley as cool as a fan in January in an igloo in Canada just shrugged it off and rolled with the flow. Very cool dude.

It was a blast meeting every one and a special Kudos to PokerHanas for the ride back to the hotel. Sweetheart I am sorry for the seemingly never ending stream of lameness, but an anonymous introduced me to a stimulator that makes me just be that way.

The party was great and it was nice meeting everyone there. After parting ways at the 4Queens with the ladies...I decided it had been a good day and would just settle in to the room for a bit. Thank you to Totty, Chumley, and Marc for a great party. Thank you to all those at the party for accepting me and having fun. I was a little remorseful for missing the early festivities, but me being me it was inevitable.

End day One.

The trip out started with one omen after another for me. First I paid a huge lump sum of bills to insure I had a place to come home to. Then I started to calculate how much I really would need for a mild weekend in Las Vegas. Fearing twitter,facebook,and all things internet I planned to behave myself while I was there as I pretty much owed it all to Marc and the Squad for setting it up. I didn't want to embarrass them in anyway. I admit a little selfishness in that I wanted to make sure I was on the guest list in the future. I will also admit that I have always enjoyed their tolerance of me and my antics here so I turned the knob down from 11 to I guess I'd have to say a 2. I wasn't on my best behavior at the Cake Party, but I assure everyone it wasn't my worst. I did keep my panties on, well at least until I got back to.....I'll just leave that lil detail in Vegas.
Buzz I helped look out for the little lady, but Pokerhanas proved to be a better bodyguard. OOps I'm skippin ahead, this is still day one stuff. Continuing the boring details...my flight left Dallas without much issue, but the stop over in El Paso blew huge green donkey balls. A short layover turned into almost a 3 hour event of over priced Coronas, 4 articles of an issue of Bluff, 12 rejections to join the Cdub Closet Pre-Vegas Fun Club (although one almost took me up on it, but she was a little mannish so I bailed the invitation like a lesbian at a Sausage Festival.) I was a lil tired when we finally lifted off, but knew it wouldn't be long before I was running round town with my pants down.

It was here that my frustrations with the delay in El Paso was slapped back to the idea of behaving as the Plane found the once a century cover the whole f'n desert super monsoon. The pilots took it up way way up where space was just a pubic hair or two away. Soaring above the clouds the pilots then proceeded past Las Vegas where they then did loops aplenty to get back to a decent approach height. Somehow they still managed to find enough turbulence to upset a couple stomachs, move I'm guessing by the new smells a few bowels, rev up a few wet spots on the dirty girls that had already started their engines, and give me that delicious sensation of biting into a York Peppermint Pattie bungee jumping from a moving roller coaster nestled atop the Stratosphere. Which by the way I am so doing next year, maybe not the bungee, but the rides for sure. Hey I'm nuts, but not a complete nut. More like the sprinkles you'd find on a banana split.

We land and then take the longest ever shuttle ride to my designation. Well in my naivete and forgetfulness of vacationing with common sense i forgot you don't actually register in a crappily run hotel until about 3. In my angst I arrived early even counting all the bull dookey that preceded my arrival.

Needless to say I had time to kill before I could see a room and give the boys a rinse. (Yes that means wash my balls.) So I drop a 20 in a slot machine and wait thirstily for a free drink that never shows up. Now I officially hate my choice in hotels, and wish I'd just paid the extra $10 ( yeap only $10) a night to stay at the Nugget or even better the Hooters. Well after checking my bag into a holding cell to be run through like underpants gnomes stealing drawers in a SouthPark hack from a Stephen King novel. I noticed the Girls of Glitter Gulch across the way. It was a little too early for that. I decided to scarf some grimace proportions (get something to eat). I was hating everything to this point so I opted to finish off the meal with a monster frozen rita.

Feeling better and as downtown started to stir i was able to check in and run some soap over the cheeks. (Yes that means wash my ass.) I unpack and shazam realize I didn't remember to pack the contact numbers. DOH! Maybe I can find one of the others on the strip. Doh! Don't remember a few details. 1) Don't know where anyone is staying, and there are 7.28 mil hotels in LV. 2) Don't really have a f'n clue what any one looks like. 3) Barely recall any ones real names. Back to being frustrated again. This time no drink is gonna calm me down. If I had I would have noticed that there were f'n internet terminals all over the f'n place and I could have had all the details I needed easily. Instead the little head decided to go talk to a few women as there was still some time before the Totty/Chum Chum shindig. So I pop into the Gulch expecting some hideous bow legged uni-tits to tease me a lil, and maybe throw one a nut after my standards are retarded by a heavy dosage of liquid anesthetic.
Here's where the trip turned a 180. The shocker was a met an attractive lady there that was either deturbed mentally, just ate a handful of H-Base( figure that out on your own), was tired from the night shift, extremely lonely, or just a little tipsy and wanted some immediate company. She took a shining to the Cdub. the silly little critter even thought I was cute.I knew she was just trying to get laid when she said I was actually funny. So I obliged. Short time later she's gone and I wake up from a nap (yes I was awake when she limped out of the room (cause I brought it). DOH! How f'n rude Cdub. You are late for the party. So another quick rinse and I jump outside for a cab. Cab ONE- No I don't have GPS and I don't know how to get there. Cab TWO- No I don't have GPS and I am a f'n ahole tosser hosebag piece of rectal goo and don't want to drive you. Cab THREE-Where you from? (Uh-Oh he's gonna drive me to LA and back and charge me a fortune). Dallas.. "Oh they thought you were a local and were afraid you'd jump the fare way out there. (Uh-Oh Way out there?) So you gonna take me or what? " You got money?" Flash a wad. (Oops you dumbass Dub now he's gonna rape you too)

Had a grrrreat time at the Cake Poker party Sunday @ the Palms!  Vger is quite the party girl!

And the UB bash at MGM was off the hook too!  Finally got a chance to party with RR sweetie Pokerhanas!  She's got one sweet car...thanks for the top down cruise down the strip!

Hung out with Woohoo Sue, Sadie Aces, Madison Morgan and others @ the Suited Pockets/RR bash Friday at Forrest's cool temporary Vegas pad too!

Went to the WSOP Academy!  Thank you very much Mark "P0ker H0" Kroon for setting us up with that!  What a learning experience...I can't wait to play my next game now that I've heard from pro's like Annie Duke, Phil Gordon, Greg Raymer and more.  I've only been playing poker for about a year and feel I've jumped way ahead in my learning curve after attending the Academy.

 It was great meeting Jupulator and Daggerz from the RR Forum at the Academy too!

Now it's back to the reality of Michigan.  It's July 1st and barley 70 degrees...think I'll just head back to Vegas and come back some other time  :-)

 

:D 

Having a great time in Vegas!  Played in the Suited Pockets/Rounders Radio tourney last night @ the Golden Nugget.  Had a great time...made a few mistakes but  learned a lot!  Looking forward to playing live again real soon :-)  I'll be talking all about it on our next live show of Poker Talk Beyond The Books this coming Friday night.

Looks like we're heading over to the Rio in a few minutes to check out the WSOP.  Then it's off to party at the Palms!

DC from Vegas!   Talk to you all soon!

 

:D

 

o.k. so i pulled an all nighter and got up to 100.......just sat back in......see you on the felt and as always comments....opinions...and advice is always welcome

can't believe how good things are going......just a couple days ago...i had 0 $ in my accounts on any sites........and now i am up to 50$ in one of them.....wow...i'm getting excited about how this could go!!!!!!