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I went into work today and we were slow enough that I didn't have to. So I went shopping with Angel/Goddess Sabs instead. First I took advantage of the free Blood Pressure & Body Fat check they had at work. It was what I expected, my blood pressure is good and I'm a bit of a fatty. I'd set the line on my Body Fat % at 29. Sabs took the under for $1 and squeaked in with the number coming in at 28.3%.
In exchange for Sabrinia's (much needed) fashion advice I took her out for... I think it was a 4pm BBQ breakfast for her. Then we went to the Las Vegas Premium Outlets and got some shirts and shoes. Wanted to get some jeans but apparently a 40" waist and 34" inseam is a freakish size no fashionable store would dare to carry. But I felt good about my purchases.
I went home and changed into some of the new clothes and met Sabs & Mike back at the Wynn. Booked a nice win in the 1-3NL game. Enough to cover the today's credit card bill plus a few bucks. Interesting hand:
I'm dealt the Ks-Kh in the cutoff with about $360 in front of me. One player limps and I make it $15. Button calls and Sabrinia comes up behind me to complement my outfit. I'd hope so. She leaves me to my hand and a flop of Qc-9h-4h is sitting out there with what looks like the big blind checking and the button doing the same.
Hold on! I'm betting $36. The button folds and the big blind raises me another $64. I ponder for a minute. If I call I'd have $245 left and the pot would be about the same size. There's a lot of hands he could have that I beat, A queen or a flush or straight draw or a naked bluff. But he could also have two pair or a set where I'm crushed. It's kind of a common situation in No Limit where if I move in here all the hands that I beat fold and everything that kills me calls. But I beat enough hands that I have to call and I do. The turn is the Ace of Spades. He dabbles a moment and then checks.
Hmmmm. Not the best card for me. Ace-Queen (the only hand that might have actually paid me off) just pulled ahead as did the nut flush draw. And it's also going to be hard to get much value from someone with King-Queen with an Ace on board. But, it doesn't complete a straight or flush. He checked so if he had a naked bluff he's probably given up. There are enough draws out there he'd probably want to protect this big pot if he had a big hand. But… Hmmmm.
I decide to bet $120. He ponders for a really long time, ("God, you have to have Aces right?") and then folds. He later claimed the Queen-Ten of hearts. I think my play on the first two streets was correct but I really don't know about the turn bet. It's a tricky spot and checking is a very viable option. I just felt like I had the best hand so I bet.
After I cash out I go to the men's room. It's late and I'm the only one there so I pull up to one of the 15 urinals there. I've been holding it a while so I'm letting it rip for like a minute. Halfway through a guy walks in and picks the urinal directly to my left. Ten seconds later another dude walks up to the urinal on my immediate right and unzips. Not one of the other dozen empties but the one right next to me. This is really very unusual. I'm not that homophobic but in general there's an unspoken code. Keep as much distance as possible between the dicks. Why these two men decided to traverse the chasm of civil homophobia I don't know. It's just bizarre. The only thing I could think of was, "Must be the new clothes."
Good thing I saved the receipts.
In exchange for Sabrinia's (much needed) fashion advice I took her out for... I think it was a 4pm BBQ breakfast for her. Then we went to the Las Vegas Premium Outlets and got some shirts and shoes. Wanted to get some jeans but apparently a 40" waist and 34" inseam is a freakish size no fashionable store would dare to carry. But I felt good about my purchases.
I went home and changed into some of the new clothes and met Sabs & Mike back at the Wynn. Booked a nice win in the 1-3NL game. Enough to cover the today's credit card bill plus a few bucks. Interesting hand:
I'm dealt the Ks-Kh in the cutoff with about $360 in front of me. One player limps and I make it $15. Button calls and Sabrinia comes up behind me to complement my outfit. I'd hope so. She leaves me to my hand and a flop of Qc-9h-4h is sitting out there with what looks like the big blind checking and the button doing the same.
Hold on! I'm betting $36. The button folds and the big blind raises me another $64. I ponder for a minute. If I call I'd have $245 left and the pot would be about the same size. There's a lot of hands he could have that I beat, A queen or a flush or straight draw or a naked bluff. But he could also have two pair or a set where I'm crushed. It's kind of a common situation in No Limit where if I move in here all the hands that I beat fold and everything that kills me calls. But I beat enough hands that I have to call and I do. The turn is the Ace of Spades. He dabbles a moment and then checks.
Hmmmm. Not the best card for me. Ace-Queen (the only hand that might have actually paid me off) just pulled ahead as did the nut flush draw. And it's also going to be hard to get much value from someone with King-Queen with an Ace on board. But, it doesn't complete a straight or flush. He checked so if he had a naked bluff he's probably given up. There are enough draws out there he'd probably want to protect this big pot if he had a big hand. But… Hmmmm.
I decide to bet $120. He ponders for a really long time, ("God, you have to have Aces right?") and then folds. He later claimed the Queen-Ten of hearts. I think my play on the first two streets was correct but I really don't know about the turn bet. It's a tricky spot and checking is a very viable option. I just felt like I had the best hand so I bet.
After I cash out I go to the men's room. It's late and I'm the only one there so I pull up to one of the 15 urinals there. I've been holding it a while so I'm letting it rip for like a minute. Halfway through a guy walks in and picks the urinal directly to my left. Ten seconds later another dude walks up to the urinal on my immediate right and unzips. Not one of the other dozen empties but the one right next to me. This is really very unusual. I'm not that homophobic but in general there's an unspoken code. Keep as much distance as possible between the dicks. Why these two men decided to traverse the chasm of civil homophobia I don't know. It's just bizarre. The only thing I could think of was, "Must be the new clothes."
Good thing I saved the receipts.