UWSWSOP: The Jury is Out -- Day 1
joshzero
As soon as my plane touched down in McCarran Airport a wave of nausea
washed over me. This always happens--I forgot to take my Dramamine
again this year. Anyway, I lucked into a free ride (HOOOOooooo!) to
the strip, as Dave had just picked up his rental car at the airport.
On the ride over to the Bellagio I decided to give him about eight
more chances to stake me in the $15-30 game. He declined. I left my
luggage in his trunk and immediately got on the list for the $8-16. I
made Greg ("the General") sit $4-8 for his first ever casino poker
experience. I got a seat pretty quickly, and a couple of hours later
I was up about $300. I had forgotten how boring playing anything
below $10-20 is if there aren't any drunks, friends, or drunk friends
in the game. I got antsy and decided to head back to the Mirage and
check out the Suite.
On the way to the Bellagio valet Greg ("the General") asks me what I
would do if I had a king high flush, but suspect that my sole opponent
has the nuts? Unfortunately for Greg, my advice wasn't to fold on the
river for one bet, which he did. We worked on his game some more on
the car ride back to our hotel. First things first in the hotel room:
I immediately re-program the code to the safe door, priming it for
the stacks and stacks of hundred dollar bills I will be storing
inside.
When my friend Wayne arrived, we got some dinner. Here's something
about Wayne: excepting the annual steak dinner, he will not leave the
Mirage—not to go for a walk, for a swim, and definitely not to eat.
Our options are the usual: CPK, and the Carribe Café.
Now, I've known Wayne for a good decade, and I've gotten used to a lot
of his quirks. Without going into much detail, I'll just say that he
is a picky eater. After our waiter failed to elicit any laughs by
repeatedly calling us "the 3 amigos," we submit our orders. Wayne's
Buffalo Chicken sandwich came with a dab of mayonnaise carelessly left
on the top of the bun. While our waiter returned to the kitchen to
fetch another roll, Wayne discovered ranch dressing on the chicken.
You should've seen the look on the waiter's face when he was told he
had to go back to the kitchen, yet again, to get a whole new sandwich
for Wayne. I mean, I can't believe Wayne ate the sandwich he
eventually got. I'm sure that something much worse than ranch
dressing was used in the preparation.
Since I'm in Vegas for a solid week, on a finite bankroll, I decide to
take it easy and play a little $6-12 with Wayne. At three in the
morning I decide to pack it in, and post a nice little $160 win. An
encouraging first day at +$460.
Marc Gilutin
But I have a couple questions:
1. Did you really point out to the blackjack dealer what the count
was?
2. WTF does UWSWSOP stand for? I don't think you 'splained it.
Please send my regards to Nathan's!
Marc Gilutin
joshzero
history channel, was going to learn to count cards, and probably be in
disguise next year. She did not think I was serious.
2. Upper West Side World Series of Poker. It's our annual event with
the whole NYC crew. Check out www.meatmachine.org/poker for Dave's trip
reports, photots, etc.
-josh
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Dave Hill
> 1. Yeah, but I was laughing and said that I saw the documentary on the
> history channel, was going to learn to count cards, and probably be in
> disguise next year. She did not think I was serious.
>
would it have been so bad if she did think you were serious? i mean,
whats the big deal, getting pushed off of the $25 game at the four
queens? being made there for all eternity? do they even give a shit
about card counters in vegas anymore? i think i heard that nowadays
if they suspect you of counting, they will stand behind you and say
random numbers to confuse and frustrate you.