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So I'm at the Bellagio this weekend - played 5-10 PLO all Weds night in Cincy before catching a 7 AM flight to Vegas. I was in a 5-10 NLHE game by 10 AM. The game was good, but my game was rusty - I haven't really played HE for a long time. Game got bad so I left small loser in the game. I come back a few hrs later after some sleep and the game was worse - full of high level thinking pros trying to level each other. I got stuck between two guys leveling and got out full housed on a 66d9d - J board, with JJ calling the flop ultra light. Oh well. Go over to Aria, wait for 2 hrs to get into a 2-5 PLO with a $10 rock from the heavens (good game, players sucked) The game breaks so I go back to Bellagio to get some dinner and drinks in the poker room. I get on the board for 4-8LHE. I haven't played LHE for years so I don't want in the real games.
I walk up to the high limit area, talk to a few guys I know from a couple yrs ago and I get offered a seat in a 6 handed 10-20 with five very good regs Ive played with before and 1 unknown. I decline. Johnny Chan is behind me playing some black/purple chip limit mix and I say "hey" to a guy he's playing with that I also kinda/sorta know from the past couple yrs.
Just then the floor walks up and says "your 4/8 seat is ready"
I sit in the 4/8 game and order three drinks and a pizza. The drinks are gone and replaced before the pizza arrives and I start offering drinks to everyone, give away half my pizza after bitching about paying too much for it even after the comps and I start playing 4/8 limit like a guy who is there to get hammered. Woman on my right ask about my camo shirt and asks if I was there for a gun show, so I offered her tickets to the gun show. LIG.
Then it happens. Some drunk obnoixious profane loudmouth (me) raises in EP. I starts asking the dealer for four fours on the flop. I just keep calling for fours. The whole table calls laughing along and start also calling for fours. the flop is 4 8 A. I ask how many fours are out there and get 3 bets in. I call for a four on the turn and I get it. I bet my four turn, get a call and call for a four on the river. the river is an 8, so I announce "that's like two fours so I'd better bet" as soon as I get all the calls I announce quads. Nobody believed me, even when I showed my four four people still didn't believe me.
So I rake this huge $43 pot and I'm drunk and loud and getting hit on by all these beautiful women and then Johnny Fucking Chan walks by my table on the way back to his and gives me the dirtiest stink eye I've ever received. Presumably because this drunk 4-8 idiot was eyeballing the bigger games 45 minutes earlier. But what do I know, I've never talked to him.
I'm off to Aria. Have fun kids.
I walk up to the high limit area, talk to a few guys I know from a couple yrs ago and I get offered a seat in a 6 handed 10-20 with five very good regs Ive played with before and 1 unknown. I decline. Johnny Chan is behind me playing some black/purple chip limit mix and I say "hey" to a guy he's playing with that I also kinda/sorta know from the past couple yrs.
Just then the floor walks up and says "your 4/8 seat is ready"
I sit in the 4/8 game and order three drinks and a pizza. The drinks are gone and replaced before the pizza arrives and I start offering drinks to everyone, give away half my pizza after bitching about paying too much for it even after the comps and I start playing 4/8 limit like a guy who is there to get hammered. Woman on my right ask about my camo shirt and asks if I was there for a gun show, so I offered her tickets to the gun show. LIG.
Then it happens. Some drunk obnoixious profane loudmouth (me) raises in EP. I starts asking the dealer for four fours on the flop. I just keep calling for fours. The whole table calls laughing along and start also calling for fours. the flop is 4 8 A. I ask how many fours are out there and get 3 bets in. I call for a four on the turn and I get it. I bet my four turn, get a call and call for a four on the river. the river is an 8, so I announce "that's like two fours so I'd better bet" as soon as I get all the calls I announce quads. Nobody believed me, even when I showed my four four people still didn't believe me.
So I rake this huge $43 pot and I'm drunk and loud and getting hit on by all these beautiful women and then Johnny Fucking Chan walks by my table on the way back to his and gives me the dirtiest stink eye I've ever received. Presumably because this drunk 4-8 idiot was eyeballing the bigger games 45 minutes earlier. But what do I know, I've never talked to him.
I'm off to Aria. Have fun kids.