Friday, March 16, 2018

Hoping for Lightning to Strike (Not Lightning36)

I say this every time I decide to post on here again, but jeez it's been a long time since I last felt motivated to share anything.  I've got a few things to share, so we'll see if I can fit it all into one post or have to split it into multiple ones.  (Super long posts are kind of the trademark of another certain blogger and I wouldn't want to steal his schtick.) I've got a lot to cover though:

  • A recent trip to Vegas
  • Some shenanigans at my local casino
  • An update on my show choir's super successful season

The wife and I made a very brief visit to Las Vegas for her birthday back in February.  We were low-rolling due to some unexpected medical expenses and a dryer that went on the fritz right before the trip taking an unexpected bite out of my gambling and entertainment budget.

We stayed at Luxor and I'm fairly certain that was the very first time I ever set foot in there.  We arrived about 6:00 PM on Valentine's Day and cabbed it from the airport. I don't like to assume I'll get long-hauled, but I have this habit of carrying on a conversation with my traveling companion as the cabbie is loading our bags that makes it clear that I'm not a Vegas newbie. Either it works or there are just way more honest cabbies than you'd expect from all of the stories about tunnel trips to south strip locations. I'd like to think it's just honest people. (I'm a very glass is half full guy with a dose of pragmatism.)

We had several nice meals and did the usual Vegas touristy stuff like the Bellagio fountain show, Fremont Street Experience, Forum shops, etc. The first two days in town I played three losing sessions of blackjack where I dropped $100 each time and lost probably another $100 here or there on various slots and video poker.  So it was lose, lose, and lose some more for the first two days we were there.


On the final evening we went back to Luxor pretty early because the wife was feeling tired and a little sickly.  She has a very sensitive stomach so it doesn't take much to make her queasy.  She was settling into bed early at about 8:00 PM, so I told her I was going to take one more stab at the blackjack tables at Luxor.  I only had about $200 left in the budget to gamble that I was willing to risk.  This time I sat at a $10 table, purchased $100 in chips, and tripled my money in about 20 minutes.

I headed up to the room to let the wife know I was headed out to the strip to play some poker with my newfound winnings.  I caught the tram from Luxor to Excalibur and then hoofed it up to Planet Hollywood. It took me about 15 minutes to get a seat at one of the 1-2 tables.  About 20 minutes into my session a typical younger Vegas grinder took the seat to my right.  On his third hand in the game he raised to $12 from UTG.  I called from UTG+1 with Q-10 suited. I believe there was one other caller preflop in late position.

The flop was Q-10-X.  (Sorry didn't take notes.)  He bet $20. I raised to $50. He flat called.  On the turn he checked and I counted out my remaining stack.  I only had about $125 remaining. If I make a significant enough bet there relative to the pot I'm pot committed no matter what happens, so I decided to just stick it all in.  He snap called and I groaned knowing that a grinder like him isn't doing that with just an over pair or top-top.  He showed me the bad news...pocket queens.  I went ahead and showed my two pair and as I wished the table good luck and got up to leave he quietly said, "Yeah that's a rough one."

I headed up the street to another of my favorite rooms at Bally's. Got seated pretty quickly at the only 1-2 game they had going.  A short time later they opened a 2-3 table and it filled up quickly.  The guy on my immediate left at the 1-2 game had a sizeable stack of like $1,500 and I was concerned that he was going to be super active and aggressive, but he played very tight and straight forward.  I later learned from the rest of the table that he was just running incredibly hot.  He was foreign, but I couldn't make out the accent.  Perhaps Israeli?  As we were playing, a friend of his with the same accent stopped in the room, put his name on the list for both the 1-2 and the 2-3 and prepared to leave to get something to eat.  He gave $500 to his friend on my left and asked him to buy him into whichever game he got called for first.  He put the $500 on the table behind his chips, but the dealer asked him to remove it from the table since cash no longer plays at the Bally's poker games.

His friend made it back just as he was being called for the 2-3 game.  The person leaving was in the 3 seat, but the guy in the 2 seat said he wanted to move to that spot, but was currently in a hand.  When the new guy got to the table he tried to sit in the 3 seat, but the dealer informed him he would have to wait until the hand was over to take the 2 seat instead.  He argued that he wanted the 3 seat, but the dealer told him it was a house rule there that players currently in the game have first pick of seats that are vacated.  This didn't sit well with the new guy and he voiced his displeasure rather vehemently.  The dealer called over the floor who backed her up and made him wait for the 2 seat.

After the hand finished they took their respective seats, but the new guy wouldn't let it go. He started threatening the guy that moved to seat 3 and when seat 3 essentially told him to shut up seat 2 reached over and pushed over seat 3's chip stack.  Seat 3 immediately returned the favor and the dealer yelled FLOOR! The floor guy came over and issued them both a final warning that if they said anything else he would boot them.  After things calmed down over there I turned to my tablemates and said, "I just want to thank everyone here for behaving like adults." Without a beat the dealer replied, "The night is still young."

I've been playing more frequently at my local casino because their bad beat hasn't hit in a while and has grown to almost $250,000. To qualify in this room it's aces full of kings beat by quads or better.  Both hole cards have to play and there is no pot minimum required.  They'll pay it on any cash game table that takes a jackpot drop and is at least 4 handed.  Losing hand gets half the jackpot. Winning hand gets a quarter of it.  Anybody dealt cards at the start of the hand splits the other quarter.  I figure lightning can strike and the odds of hitting that are better than the lottery.

The closest I have come to hitting it was hitting a set of sixes on the flop.  My opponent turned a straight flush and we had one pull on the river for me to get the last 6 in the deck.

Sometimes when I go to the casino I'll take $100 and try to double it at the blackjack table and then go play poker.  For some reason I play less timidly if I know half my buy in is house money, so that plan works for me.  Tuesday evening when I went to my local casino, Prairie Meadows Racetrack and Casino, it was not terribly busy.  They had one $5 blackjack table open and it was full.  There was one regular $10 blackjack table open and all the seats were full, but the lady sitting at third base had no chips in front of her and was just spectating.  Usually if you just hover with cash in  hand the floor will ask spectators to make room so you can play, but in this case they seemed oblivious so I moved on.

I found another $10 table that was the blackjack + 3 variety where you can make a side bet on a 3 card poker hand with your two cards and the dealer's up card.  You can choose not to play the side bet and the blackjack plays just like any other game.  At Prairie Meadows they pay 3 to 2 on blackjacks and the dealer hits on soft 17. The only other house rule I don't like is they will only let you split aces once. If one of your aces gets another ace dropped on it then you have 12 and that's it.

This table had two guys at it, but one was coloring up and leaving as I sat down.  I won the first two hands I played and lost the third. Just then a guy sat down at first base that was...how should I put this...a little rough around the edges.  Leather coat, greasy hair, scraggly beard...looked like he just came off a week long bender.  He asked if the dealer was treating us right and I told him that I'd only played 3 hands so it was too early to tell.  The other guy at the table may have been a mute since he never spoke once.

On the very first hand after the rough guy sat down I was dealt 15 and the dealer's up card was a 7.  I hit and drew a 10 and busted.  Rough guy grumbled that I was playing stupid.  I assured him that I was playing exact basic strategy and would not stray from that.  He didn't seem to know what that was.  When it was the dealer's turn she revealed an 8 under the 7 for 15 and then drew a 4 to give her 19.  Rough guy loudly complained that I had "stolen her bust card."  The floor person told him to let me play my hand however I wanted.  She also brought him a strategy card with the chart for basic strategy on it, but he claimed they made that up to get people to lose more.

A couple hands later a similar situation happened and he reacted the same.  I was back to my original $100 so I shook my head, made eye contact with the floor person who was now strangely silent and said, "I'd like to color up please." Then I took my $100 to the poker room and bought in short to the 1-2 game.

Lastly I want to brag on my show choir kids a little We had by far our most successful season ever.  We competed four times and all four times we were awarded 1st place.  They also give out caption awards to the groups.  The sort of big three captions are best vocals, best choreography, and best band. So in our four competitions there were 12 of those available to us to win. We won 11 of them only missing out on best band at our penultimate competition.

Here is a video of my varsity show choir. This year's show was themed around finding love in the world. It is a very fun and light-hearted show that featured a wedding with a very impressive gown and a rocking reception with a very quick onstage costume change that is almost like a magic act.  The set list for the show was:
  • "Two Scenes" - San Fermin
  • "Footprints" - DJ Tiesto
  • "All Over the World" - ELO
  • "Around the World in 80 Days" - Bing Crosby
  • "An Old Fashioned Wedding" - Annie Get Your Gun
  • "Some Enchanted Evening" - South Pacific
  • "Celebrate" - Kool and the Gang
  • "Locomotion" - Little Eva
  • "We Are Family" - Sister Sledge
  • "Ain't No Mountain High Enough" - Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell
  • "Shout" - The Isley Brothers
Please enjoy and let me know what you think. For the uninitiated show choir can be a strange experience, but most people walk away very impressed when they realize that every person on that stage performing is 18 or under (except for one fat old bald guy at the piano).


Monday, September 25, 2017

Bonus Poker Content

I meant to add this as a short post script to the previous post about the football game, but forgot.  Last week I played the $50 tournament at my local casino.  I went out in about 25th place when I checked my option in the big blind with A-10.  I had about 12 big blinds remaining.  The flop was 10 high rainbow, so I bet $1,200.  The dealer for some reason announced my bet as $3,300. The next player to act put out $3,500 before I could correct the dealer. The dealer informed the player my bet was really $1,200 and he said, "Okay, I raise to $3,500.  It folded back to me and since I would only be left with about $4,000 if I called, I shoved and the other player insta-called.  I turned over my top pair top kicker and he revealed...aces.

The really interesting story from this tournament happened at the table next to mine though. One player at the table was trying to play the role of table captain.  You know the type...trying to call out people's hands, making big bluffs and showing them, chiding other players for folding, and just generally trying to control the action and get under the skin of the other players so they'll call him down light.

In the critical hand the table captain was heads up with an older gentleman who could best be described as nitty.  The old man seemed to be taking a while to make his decision when the captain said, "I'll call whatever you bet." In response to this declaration the old man immediately said, "Okay, I'm all in," and pushed his chips forward.

The table captain starts to muck when the dealer says, "No, you said you would call whatever he bet, you have to call." The captain says, "The action wasn't on me, so that's not binding."  The dealer called the floor who listened to all of the involved parties and then called over the other person working the floor that evening.  They conferred and declared the captain had to call.  It wasn't all of his chips, but it was a significant amount leaving him pretty short. He of course complained rigorously using some colorful language in the process claiming that this ruling was different from "every other poker room in the entire country."

The poker room at Prairie Meadows fairly recently moved from a separate room on the 4th floor of the complex to the casino floor on the 2nd level.  This means it is now under the control and management of the woman that runs all of the table games.  According to the poker dealers she is a very "take no shit" kinda gal.  She just happened to be checking in with the poker room staff when this all went down and told the guy to watch his language and drop it.  The ruling has been made and isn't going to change, so let it go.  She gave him one warning and said if he cursed again or brought up the ruling again he would be asked to leave.

He made it about 3 hands before he brought it up again and she immediately swooped in and said, "That's it. You're done let's go." And then she and a security guard escorted him out and his small stack was left behind to be blinded off.

I've never seen anybody get kicked out of a tournament that cheap before, but the dude was really fired up. I mean I get that he disagreed with the decision, but it's a $50 tournament and wasn't for like a $1,000 pot in a cash game or something.

Sunday, September 24, 2017

The Thrill of (near) Victory and the Agony of Defeat

Wow...it's been about a year and a half since I last posted here.  Guess I finally did something exciting enough to share. My 24-year old son and I made the last minute decision to head over to Iowa City for the Hawkeyes' prime time show down with the Nittany Lions of Penn State. I know a lot of Hawkeye fans who thought we would probably get blown out by PSU like we did last year at their place, but I had faith that the magic of Kinnick Stadium could help the Hawkeyes keep it close if not win outright.

We decided we were going to make a day of it and go over early and tailgate even though the weather was predicted to be unseasonably hot for late September. I borrowed my sister-in-law's portable DirecTV satellite setup and we reserved a portable generator from the local A to Z Rental.  I took care of the menu and sent my son to buy the beer since he is a Cicerone certified beer expert that is the bar and restaurant manager of a Flix Brewhouse here in Des Moines.

We met at my house at 7 am and filled up the cooler and then headed to the grocery store to grab a few last minute supplies and then dashed over to the rental place to pick up the generator.  We stopped to put fuel in the generator and to buy a couple gallons of extra gas just in case to make it through the afternoon and were on the road by 8 o'clock.

We got to Iowa City about 10 am and parked at the Finkbine golf course about a mile or so from the stadium. It was already plenty hot at 10 and we were both fairly drenched in sweat by the time we had everything setup about half an hour later.  It took about 30 minutes for the satellite dish to get all dialed in to the satellite signal and we cracked our first beer (and ice cold bottle of water) at about 11:15.



The one piece of tailgating equipment we didn't bring was a tent for shade.  We don't own one and I couldn't find one to borrow on short notice.  I was too cheap to spend the $100 or so to purchase one at Sam's Club, but we figured we could tough it out with enough cold beverages and a couple of box fans. We were wrong,

We were able to steal some shade from our neighbors, but by noon the sun was so high you couldn't get shade unless you were directly under their tent.  We had a bite to eat and watched all the early start college football games up until halftime and then we started discussing options.  We finally decide to pack everything up and head downtown to grab a beverage and some freshly prepared food. My son booked an uber to take us downtown and we decided it was the best $25 either of us had ever spent.

We killed about 3 hours downtown bar hopping and then caught the free shuttle from the old capitol building to historic Kinnick Stadium.  We arrived just in time for the band's pregame performance and then it was game time.  I won't go into a lot of details about the game, but suffice it to say the Hawkeyes played one of the prettiest ugly games.  They gave up tons of yards, but almost no points...just a field goal and a safety in the first half.  Iowa scored a late TD after an interception to make it 7-5 despite about a 225 yard difference in total offense.

The second half was a nail biter with Iowa taking the lead 19-15 with about 1:50 to go.  Our D had been keeping their offense somewhat in check so I was feeling pretty good about our chances to maintain that lead and win the game.  PSU worked the ball down the field and scored the game winning TD on 4th and goal from the 7 yard line as time expired. They were required to line up for the point after attempt, but they just took a knee after which their QB punted the ball which drew a chorus of boos from the Kinnick crowd. I heard he spent the first two minutes or so of his ESPN post game interview apologizing for it, so good on him I guess.

It took us about an hour and a half to walk back to our vehicle and escape the crowded parking lot.  Thanks to the close finish almost nobody left early so it was congested.



All in all it was a great day even if we got our hopes dashed right at the end.  The Kinnick crowd was raucous and loud and our beloved Hawkeyes proved they can play with a top 5 team.  They have a few winnable games in a row now, so I believe they can contend for the Big Ten West and maybe a potential rematch with Penn State or OSU in the championship game.

P.S. If you haven't seen it yet, the Iowa Hawkeyes started a new tradition that we're really proud of. The brand new childrens hospital was just completed adjacent to Kinnick Stadium.  The top floor facing Kinnick is like a giant press box designed so the very sick kids and their families can watch the home football games.  At the end of the first quarter the whole stadium turns and waves to the kids in the hospital as a show of support for what they're going through.  Since it was a night game they added the flashlights from their cell phones to make it an even cooler experience.

Thursday, March 24, 2016

An Unexpected Goodbye

Last Saturday morning I got up early and put a cut up chicken, onion, celery, carrots, garlic, parsley, salt, and bay leaves in a pot to simmer for my homemade southern style chicken and dumplings. I settled into the couch to watch some English soccer and get ready for the third day of March Madness when my cell phone rang.

It's rare that my phone rings since it's used most often for text messages, tweets, and web surfing, but it's even more rare that it rings that early on a weekend. It was a close friend from Kansas City. He had just called me a couple of weeks ago when he was making a last minute trip up to Des Moines, so I figured he was calling about something similar. I was wrong.

Chris asked, "Where are you?" I said, "Sitting in my messy living room with food on the stove. Why?" He didn't beat around the bush, "Dave died last night." It felt as if I had fallen from a great height. "What? How? What happened?"

Dave was my very best friend for a large part of my life. We met in 5th grade band when all of the area elementary schools came together for an all district concert. We both played french horn and hit it off immediately. It seems almost everyone has that one friend through middle school and high school that if they aren't at your house, then you are at theirs. That was Dave.

We were high energy kids who got in trouble for talking and goofing off, but we weren't troublemakers by any stretch. We were in band and choir together. We double-dated for every single high school dance. I drank my first beer with Dave. He got a six pack of tall boys from his Cousin Jim and we drank them as fast as we could behind the dock at the building where we worked in the summer. I was with Dave the very first time I threw up from drinking. Coincidentally the same night as the six-pack mentioned above.

After high school we roomed together in college and contributed to each others' poor decisions that led to both of us being asked to take a semester off to "re-evaluate our academic goals." Neither of us ever returned to college. We got an apartment together and both got a job at the same fine dining restaurant. Dave eventually got let go because he couldn't stop himself from telling the Maitre D' exactly what he thought of him.

After going through a few mind numbing office jobs Dave decided that he needed a new adventure. He joined the Marines in 1989 and completed his training just in time to get deployed for Desert Storm. Dave was in a Marine heavy weapons platoon that was attached to the Army's Big Red One 1st Mechanical for the short, but intense battles that took place after the U.S. began their ground campaign against Saddam's troops in 1991. He never talked much about what he saw or did while there, but he was never fully the same after he returned.

After we both married and had kids we drifted apart. We would still get together when old friends would come back to town and it was always like no time at all had passed.

It's been 5 days since he died and we still don't know exactly what did him in. He went to bed about midnight and about 4 AM his girlfriend (he and his wife divorced a couple of years ago) realized he wasn't snoring so she checked on him and he was gone. The autopsy results won't be back for a while, but everybody who knows him well knows it will be somehow related to his drinking.

Dave's ex asked our friend group if we wouldn't mind saying a few words about Dave at the funeral service. I told her I would try. I'm a big crier. I get choked up at songs all the time, so trying to speak at the funeral of one of my best friends in the world was sure to turn on the water works. I finally decided that I didn't give a shit if I cried in front of a bunch of strangers.

I got up and talked about what good friends Dave and I were through high school, college, and after college. I told everyone that my list of really close friends is very short so losing one of them hits  extra hard. I wanted to depict for them how Dave was the type of guy that would do anything for his friends and always had your back. We shared a love of movies and could hold a complete conversation just in movie quotes, so it was apt that I used a movie reference to make my point. If you've seen the movie "The Town" you'll remember the scene where Ben Affleck goes to Jeremy Renner and asks in his Southie accent, "I need your help with somethin'. We're probably gonna have to hurt some people and you can't ask me about it later." Renner thinks for about half a second before asking, "Whose car are we takin'." That was Dave. If you needed his help with anything he didn't stop to consider the consequences or costs. He just showed up and did whatever needed doing.

Today they buried him with full military honors at the Iowa Veterans Cemetery. It still is surreal to me that one of my closest friends is really gone.

Here are Dave and I just out of college doing what we did best at our first apartment. Dave is on the left and I'm on the right. In the last photo Dave is predictably in the center of the action and I'm on the right again.  Rest in peace, friend. A lot of people will miss you.





Friday, March 11, 2016

E5

Haven't posted in a while.  I have to feel motivated to share a story and tonight that just happens to be true. I'm a small time gambler and definitely not a pro like some other people u see. I work a 9 to 5 job for a big company and only gamble when I feel like a I have a couple of bucks that I can spare.  I never gamble money that would keep me from paying my bills, so it's not consequential except that I'm a competitive person and I would rather win than lose, ya know?

So it's Friday night in the booming metropolis of Des Moines, Iowa. I decided to take $100 and head on out to Prairie Meadows Racetrack and Casino and try my luck at the tables. The plan was to play a little blackjack and if I happen to double up or more I would take it up to the poker room and play a little 1-2 no limit hold em.

I arrived at the casino and headed up to their "Sports Pit" on the Mezzanine Level. It's the non-smoking area and on Friday and Saturday night is the only place you can usually find cheap blackjack. As I approached the table there was one guy sitting in the third base (last) seat playing by himself heads up with the dealer and he seemed to be doing well. They were almost to the end of the shoe so I waited patiently before sitting down.

I took my place in seat 3 of 7 at the table and the dealer started to shuffle. Just then a couple starts to sit down at the Mississippi Stud table next to us and asked, "What kind of blackjack is this?" The dealer and floor person redirected them to our table. They started to sit down in seats 1 and 2. The guy playing the third base spot kind of raised his eyebrows at them, colored up, and skedaddled.

The older gentleman of the couple says to his friend (date? co-worker?) or whatever she was that they should move so they'll have more room. I almost moved to third base to let hem have more room at the end of the table where they had already set up shop and really wish I had. The gentleman took the last seat and the woman sat down to his right.

Let me take a moment to say that I normally don't get too worked up over people that play blackjack in a non-traditional way. I try to play optimal strategy and figure they're mostly just hurting themselves if they don't play that way too.  I figure there is just as much chance that their unconventional methods could help you in the end as hurt you.  But sometimes somebody does something so shit all stupid that you can't help getting a little worked up.

I don't count cards when I play. As I said before I try to play optimal strategy and I utilize a betting strategy that is meant to maximize the effect of winning streaks and minimize the effect of losing streaks. It goes like this: as long as I keep winning I bet 1 unit, 3 units, 2 units, then 5 units. Then I just bounce back and forth between 5 units and 2 units until I lose a hand. If I win 4 hands in a row then I will have won 8 units. Tonight I was playing $5 so it was $5, $15, $10, and $25.  If I lose multiple hands I just keep betting 1 unit until a winning streak starts.

The table didn't start out well. The couple were playing super unconventional, but were mostly just standing when they should be hitting which is kind of the lesser of two evils when it comes to dumb play. I've lost down to my final $10 of my initial $100 buy in and I went on a streak. My bet is all the way up to $25 and I'm dealt a 4 and a 5.  The woman to my left has A6 and the guy has K5. The dealer is showing a 6. I double and draw a 10 for a total of 19. The woman hits and draws a face card and stands on 17.  The older gentleman decides to hit his 15 against the dealer's 6. The dealer sort of asks, "Hit?" before granting him another card and sure enough he taps the table and says, "Hit."

He gets a 7 to bust and the dealer rolls over a 4 under his 6.  He then draws a face card for 20 to beat both the woman (who had $5 at stake) and me (who now had $50 on the table).  If numb nuts had just stood like he is supposed to I'm back to $105. Instead I'm walking away from the table with steam coming out of my ears with a single red bird in my hand after muttering something like "You've got to be fucking kidding me."

Did any of you figure out the title? With baseball season just around the corner and my beloved Cubs favored to win it all (I'll believe it when I see it) I had to throw in a baseball reference since the error by third base cost me $100 and E5 is the designation on the score card in baseball for an error by third base.

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

Donkament Success!

Wow it's been a long time since I posted anything here!  Sorry to anyone who actually takes the time to read my little missives for posting so sporadically. I'm super impressed with people like RobVegasPoker who post regularly. As always I only post when I have something worthwhile to share or a rant about something that has ticked me off.  This time it's my (spoiler alert) decent finish in a cheap poker tournament at my home casino, Prairie Meadows Racetrack and Casino in beautiful Altoona, Iowa.

The tournament in question is their weekly Tuesday afternoon tournament that kicks off at noon every single Tuesday except when Christmas falls on that day of the week. It's a $30 buy-in with a $5 dealer add-on that gets you an additional 1,000 tournament chips. Pretty much everyone takes the add-on which makes the starting stack 4,000. The structure is quick, but not turbo or hyper speed. The entire tournament takes about 4 and half hours to complete. There are 20 minute blind levels and the levels go as follows:

  • 50-100
  • 75-150
  • 100-200
  • 200-400
  • Break (10 mins)
  • 300-600
  • 400-800
  • 500-1,000
  • 1,000-2,000
  • Break (10 mins)
  • 2,000-4,000
  • 3,000-6,000
  • 5,000-10,000
  • 10,000-20,000
Iowa's racing and gaming commission has some weirdly strict rules about tournament poker. The casinos have to submit the tournament details including the maximum number of entries they will accept for each tournament. This tourney is capped at 90 entrants, but they do allow alternates to enter as people bust out for the first two blind levels. On most days they have an alternate list that is 15-20 people deep and usually don't get all of those in since the field for this weekday tournament is heavy with a certain older (aka uber tight) demographic.

The payouts for yesterday's tournament were as follows:

  1. $980
  2. $616
  3. $392
  4. $247
  5. $193
  6. $117
  7. $84
  8. $84
  9. $56
  10. $56
I'm a little fuzzy on the 4-5-6 amounts, but it is definitely something in that range.  Regardless of the number of entries they always just pay the final table and it's on the top-heavy side, so you have to finish in the top 4 or 5 to make it worth your time in my humble opinion.

Prairie Meadows has a very, very strict policy regarding the use of electronic devices during their tournaments. If you have your phone out when the dealer starts pitching cards for a hand, your hand is dead.  It doesn't matter if you were just checking the time, changing songs on iTunes, or playing a little Trivia Crack to kill time between hands.  Your hand is dead.  This makes it very hard to take any kind of electronic notes on hands, so I have to go completely off my memory.


On about the 4th or 5th hand of the tournament (50-100) I was dealt pocket 10s in early position. I raised to 325 and got two callers.  The flop was something like K-10-4 rainbow.  I bet 400 and everyone folded. I don't know what everyone else's strategy is when flopping sets, but I don't like to slow play them except in very specific circumstances with an especially aggressive opponent. Otherwise I want to get as much money in the pot as I can.

I don't remember playing any really significant hands during the next level or two although I'm sure I raised at least once or twice with AK type hands preflop and just took down the blinds.

In the 3rd level (100-200) one of the younger players at the table who was seated in seat 1 and UTG tossed out a purple 500 chip without saying anything.  The dealer looked at him a little sideways and said, "Were you intending to raise there?" The player said, "Oh, yeah, but I guess that's just a call, huh?"  The dealer confirmed that it would just be a call of the 200 chip big blind. About 6 players followed suit and limped along including me holding 10-9 of clubs.

The flop was a lovely 6h-7h-8c to give me the nut straight, but with a scary heart draw on board. The UTG player who allegedly meant to raise preflop bet 1,000. It folded to me and I was considering whether or not to make a reasonable raise or just jam.  I only had slightly more than the 4,000 starting stack at this point and I figured any raise at all and I'm pot committed no matter what happens on the turn or river. I announced all-in and moved all my chips in front of my cards. It folded back to the villain and he started monologuing and staring me down as I calmly looked back across the table at him. "The question is did you hit the straight or a set? Which is it...straight or set?  <sigh> Okay...I call."

He rolled over 6-8 off suit for two pair. I showed my 9-10 to give him the bad news that he was about a 75-25 dog. He didn't improve and I doubled up and he was down to about 700 remaining chips. In the post hand chatter he said something along the lines of, "Man that was sick.  And the crazy thing is that if I had been allowed to raise there you probably don't even play that hand." I responded, "I'm probably calling with 9-10 suited in that spot even if you raised to 500...or maybe you're an experienced enough player to know the single chip rule and you only wanted everyone to think you intended to raise with 6-8 off suit from under the gun so if it hit it would be well disguised and you could get paid off."

He kind of blinked at me with a face that said "you caught me" and stammered, "N-n-no I totally meant to raise there....or whatever it doesn't matter now." I guarantee 100 percent he was trying to shoot an angle there. I expect he had two intentions with that move:

  1. Discourage raises from other players to see a cheap flop
  2. Disguise the strength of his hand if it happened to connect with the flop
Aside from that hand there were very few interesting hands.  There was one hand early on where I raised UTG with pocket jacks to around 3x the big blind.  A middle position player 3-bet and then the big blind shoved.  I thought for maybe a minute before folding my jacks.  The middle position player called the all in and they rolled over AK (middle position) and QQ (big blind). The AK flopped an ace, but QQ turned a set and I got away relatively unscathed with just the loss of 3 big blinds or so. On the very next hand I was dealt two jacks again. I raised the same amount as before and got two callers this time.  The flop was A-A-J.  It was checked to me and I bet about half the pot with my boat hoping one of the other players was slow playing an ace, but alas both folded.

Since this is getting a little long I'll jump to the end.  I finished 3rd for a payout of $392.  Remember the villain/angle shooter from earlier?  He played short stack ninja and when I left he was heads up for the whole tournament with a commanding chip lead.  I don't know who won it, but I'd bet he did.

I tipped $32 of my winnings to the dealers. How do others determine how much to tip in that situation. I figure I've already given $2.50 from the tourney buy-in ($25 to the prize pool, $2.50 to the house and $2.50 to the dealers) plus the $5 add-on, so that makes a total of $39.50 I've personally contributed to their tip pool. That's about 10% of my payout. Agree or disagree?

So subtracting the tip and the tournament buy-in and add-on I cleared $325 for about 4 hours work. I'll take it.

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

India Trip (Part 2)

In part 1 of my India trip report I kind of jumped right in with the air travel and the day-to-day itinerary. I want to start part 2 with some more broad observations about India and how it differs from life here in the U.S. of A.  The most striking difference is of course the vast difference between the haves and the have nots. The caste system is very much alive and well in India.  Service workers are definitely treated as servants and not equals by their Indian customers.  I witnessed several instances where Indian restaurant patrons very sternly scolded a server for a mistake or perceived slight. Our Indian counterparts also chastised us for tipping a little too generously for their taste too.  They said the norm there is to tip 10 percent at the very most.

There were also the very poor neighborhoods you would expect to see where people have constructed homes with whatever materials were available to them.  This was far more evident during our very short stay in Mumbai than in Pune, but it was still present.  As you traveled through the city it wasn't at all unusual to see a fairly modern building next to an empty lot filled with garbage.  There were also stray dogs everywhere.  They were just part of the landscape, but it was weird how the people and dogs never interacted with each other.  The dogs ignored the people just as much as the people ignored the dogs.

I also saw cows just wandering free on two different occasions. Once there was a group of three of them ambling down the street in the wrong direction while traffic just went around them.  Another time they were all grazing in the grass just outside of a tennis court that looked like it was part of some kind of sports club.  A co-worker saw two camels being led down the street one morning.  On a different morning we spotted somebody leading a herd of about 20-25 sheep down the side of the road in rush hour traffic.



And the traffic...that's a whole other subject.  Where we were, the mix of vehicles was about 35 percent cars and small trucks and 65 percent motorcycles and scooters. Except in the busiest of traffic the signals, signs, and road markings were mere suggestions.  Two lane roads were usually treated like they were 3, 4 or 5 lane roads.  They would fill every available space at an intersection while waiting for a light to change.  The 2-wheeled vehicles went wherever they wanted. They traveled between cars, on the sidewalk, through small openings in the medians, and even crossed to the wrong side of the road traveling against heavy opposing traffic. I also saw a few instances where there were 4 or even 5 passengers on one motorcycle. There would be a toddler sitting in the very front, dad driving, another small child behind him, and a mom riding side saddle holding an infant...none of them wearing helmets.



All vehicles on the road honk almost constantly, but unlike here it isn't usually angry honking.  They honk as a form of communication to say "I'm going to pass you" or "I'm next to you, so please don't change lanes and obliterate me" or to indicate to a pedestrian that they were not going to stop for them.  Since they are a former British colony they drive on the left which caused some comedy when my co-worker accidentally started to get into the driver's seat when we were being picked up after work one evening.  Here is a picture from outside the mall I mentioned in part 1 that shows the traffic.  I'm not sure why, but there is an over abundance of cars in this shot.


Lastly they are crazy for cricket there in India. It was on the TV every single time I entered the break room at work and there were at least 4 to 5 channels showing it each night when I got back to the hotel. I got one of the locals to explain the rules to me and I now have a pretty good understanding of how the scoring works and the format of the games.  I actually found myself enjoying the games and it was something with which to connect with my Indian co-workers.

The last day I reported on was Tuesday when we went to the Hindu temple. On Wednesday the jet lag and work was catching up with us, so we slept in and grabbed lunch at the hotel and went into work. I just realized I never really mentioned our work schedule. The group of people we were meeting with and training work a schedule that matches up with the regular day shift back here in the states.  Since there is a 10.5 hour time difference this means they work a 5:30 PM to 2:30 AM shift.  We typically worked 3:00 PM to about 2:00 AM each day.

On Thursday we went back to MG Road for more shopping because one of our group realized they needed to buy a couple more items for friends back home. We then grabbed lunch at TGI Fridays in the mall near the office before heading into work. Here is a shot of the view from the Fridays patio and a picture of the "scarf guy" that I found in my collection of shots.


On Friday we went bowling in the mall before grabbing lunch at Chili's.  We ate at a lot of American places at the behest of my co-workers who didn't have the most adventurous palettes.  If I had my way we would have eaten a little more local cuisine and gotten a little more spice in our diet.  Here is a shot of the lanes where we bowled.  It was a bowling alley and karaoke club all in one.  We stuck to bowling though.


As we made our way up to the Chili's from the bowling alley there was a large crowd gathered that all seemed to be standing back and looking at something in one of the stores. At first we thought maybe there had been a shoplifting incident or some other kind of problem, but it turned out the large crowd was checking out the cricket team from Kolkata that was making an appearance at the store.

We worked a slightly shorter day on Friday in order to have a few hours back at the hotel to clean up and pack prior to our very early flight on Saturday morning.  The flight departed at 5:25 AM which required getting to the airport to clear the multiple levels of security at the Pune airport.  The extra security didn't make me feel much safer since it was mostly for show and almost all of the measures could have been easily defeated by somebody with a desire to do so.  I really think the point is that personnel is cheaper there, so they hire more people and add extra levels of checks just to justify having more people. I had to show my passport and itinerary just to gain access to the airport and then showed my papers to not fewer than 12 people before finally boarding the plane...and this is a pretty tiny airport.

There was increased security everywhere you went. You had to go through a metal detector and possibly send your bags through a metal detector to enter most malls and large public buildings.  When our cars would return to the hotel at night they would roll a large mirror under the vehicle, check the engine compartment, check the trunk, and swab the steering wheel with a cloth that detected explosive material. (I shared a car and driver with one of my female co-workers and every night when the guard would reach into the car to swab the steering wheel he would greet me and ignore her. Just another cultural thing I guess.) My Indian co-workers were amazed when I told them that I could saunter into any mall without as much as a pat down. They were under the impression that the U.S. was much more secure.

On the way home we spent the night in Frankfurt, Germany. We stayed at the Sheraton that was attached to the airport and four of the six people in our party decided to just eat at a restaurant in the airport.  I talked another co-worker into braving the train system to go into the city for dinner. I withdrew 50 euros for the express purpose of indulging in a few German beers, but discovered at dinner that my co-worker doesn't drink.  Like at all.  Ever.  So I got one very delicious German hefeweizen with a head so thick it was like whipped cream with dinner and that was it.  Here are two shots I took while we were in Frankfurt.







I got a good night's sleep in Frankfurt and then forced myself to not nap on the flight from there to Chicago to ensure I wouldn't have any problems sleeping Sunday night.  I went to bed around 8:15 PM Sunday night and made it to work early Monday morning and suffered pretty much no ill effects from jet lag.  I think it made a big difference that I was maintaining essentially the same work schedule as home while in India.

Sorry this was so long.  I probably could/should have split it into three parts. If you lasted this long, thank you for playing along.