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Went to Atlantic City this weekend... a few sick live hands to report.

Left the Bronx around 9pm and headed over the bridge to Jersey, en route to the beautiful Borgata with three of my friends. Four more would join us later that night after they got out of work. We end up getting there at about 11:30 after some traffic and miserable rain. Check into our room, drop our bags, and head straight for the poker room.

We get seated at 4 different 1/2 tables since there was a short wait list (and I'd rather not play at a table with my friends anyway). The max buyin is $300 which is nice, a little extra play against the subhuman retards that play in these games. Within a few minutes of getting settled, I get a text from my friend Jay, "I hit a royal flush and got a t-shirt lol." Another one follows from my friend Jimmy, "I doubled up already lol." I get up and walk around, Jay's got his t-shirt around his neck and Jimmy is stacking another dude's buyin into his now $900 stack within 20 mins of sitting down. Sick life.

I figure it's only a matter of time before I get mine, since that's apparently how it's going for us today. Wrong.

Quick sample hand to give you an idea of how the play was at my table (9-handed):

UTG limps, UTG+1 makes it 12, 4 callers around including the button... SB makes it 41, bb FLATS. All in all, six callers preflop for 41. In a 1/2 game. Okay. Flop comes Q 9 7. SB bets 75, MP makes it 150, button FLATS with like, 45 behind. SB (probably the only halfway decent player at the table) tanks for like 6 hours and folds... MP puts the button all in in the dark for another $45. Button calls in the dark.

Final board: Q 9 7 6 3

SB folded KK
MP flips up 1010
Button tables Q4 of clubs for the win

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Anyway, back to my hands.

Same table, EVERYONE limps to my button where I'm sitting with $375 and I make it 25 with JdJs. SB, BB, and three limpers call the raise. (150 in the pot)

Flop: Jc 10d 4d

SB checks, BB checks, limper 1 bets 50, and the other two limpers call. I move all in for $350. SB CALLS, folds around to cutoff who calls also. (Final pot is like $1,200ish)

Cutoff flips over AJ, ok.
I flip my JJ.
SB flips KdQd, GG me.

turn 4d for the flush, river a huge brick job and he gets shipped the $1200.

Later that night, I'm sitting with $450 and get it in with Ah4h on a flop of AJ7 with two hearts, to lose the flip to J7 for $900. Cool. Going well.

Now it's like 8am and I'm somehow down like $800 to these [censored] [censored] who have no clue how to play. Okay.

The $340 tournament is at 11am, so my three friends and I go grab some breakfast (pancakes and bacon for me, with apple juice and tea..sick life) then relax before the tourney. I'm feeling pretty [censored] cause these guys are all horrendous but I'm somehow the only one down money out of my friends. Whatever. The tournament is when I'll shine.

Tournament starts with 10,000 in chips, 25/50 blinds, up every 30 mins, not too drastically. Decent structure, so I'm pretty pumped up. There ends up being about 130 players, with a $15,000 first prize.

First level and a half are pretty uneventful, when the following hand comes up:

50/100, I have about 8700 in front of me. Two limpers, I'm on the button with 9d 10d and make it 500. SB calls and one of the MP limpers calls. (1600ish pot)

Flop: 6d 7d 8c. Hello. Hi. How are you. Wow. Hi.

SB bets 600, MP calls. I think, mess with my chips a little, make it 2200. SB instafolds, and MP goes into the tank. I'm listening to Kanye West's "The Good Life" on my ipod and it seems pretty appropriate given I'm about to double through and start to doze this tournament. Suddenly, MP says "I'm all in," and like a flash, I make the fastest call in the history of poker. I'm talking like, Hellmuth style shove my chips in as fast as I can.

MP goes "Oh, you have aces?" I'm like... "No..........."

He flips 77, apparently trying to slowroll me... I flip the nuts.

As soon as I see his hand, I put on my jacket and shake the guy's hand next to me. River 8, gg.


After that, I was just sick to my stomach and bet sports and the horses the rest of the day and made a little money back while I was sweating my friends and chilling up in the room.

At night, the 8 of us hit up Bobby Flay's Steakhouse which was pretty awesome and fairly baller (for normal humans, not LP ballers) at like $125/man.

Headed home after dinner and a couple of drinks, a little lighter in the wallet but had some fun too. Bleh.