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Trip Report

by Mookie

Well, everyone who has posted since the conclusion of ATLARGE has pretty much expressed my sentiments regarding the event, so I figured I should add a little entertainment value of my own. If I can't place in the money, I might as well enjoy some of the "intangibles" produced by the NL Holdem tourney.

Soooooo, I strung together a few rhyming couplets based on my experience at Saturday's No-Limit Holdem Tourney. I haven't figured out a title, although I was thinking of calling it simply "No Balls", since that's pretty much what cost me a finish in the money. If anyone has any ideas, I'd be interested in hearing them. But first, the obligatories: Jazbo-helluva job. I hope you'll do it again next year. EVERYONE: Great group of guys. I'm proud (sniff) to be part of r.g.p. Our presence projected a force (+++ positive +++) throughout the poker room at Resorts that probably hasn't been felt since it opened three years ago. This was *by far* the most fun I've had in AC, despite being hampered by a relentlessly nagging chest cold all weekend. I wish that we could do this several times a year, although I suppose if we restrict it to twice a year each event will seem more special. BRAVO, r.g.p'ers.

OK, here's the tale of Mookie at Merv's:

I trudge into Merv's poker room in a stupor With a chest full of phlegm and a head full of 'Buca Been coughin' and wheezin' and blowin' my nose I'm a sleep-deprived wreck! Better stay on my toes

It's ten a.m. and time for the tourney If I feel any worse I'll send for a gurney No-limit Holdem! Not exactly my game But what the hell--it's still cards, just the same

I find my table and order a coffee Perhaps I'll be surrounded by softies But hell no! It's Jazbo, Dalla, Gerner and Bwana Sit down at this table? I really don't wanna.

Yet I pull out my Buddha to rest on the felt With hopes that my stack won't immediately melt I start somewhat slowly, nothing playable to be seen Then in late position, I'm dealt Ace-Queen

The flop is a monster! An Ace with two Ladies For Jerry Gerner, this board came straight from Hades Jerry checks, I check ("Better let him catch up") Then the turn brings a dream card for Mookie - Yup!

It's a five: Jerry's turned a Presto full boat He bets half his stack. I call, my head afloat The river's a King, not exactly a blank But Jerry puts me all-in, and his stack takes a spank

And lo and behold! Table chip leader--how's that? A mere minnow among sharks, and in need of a nap Consolidation occurs; I look up with great disdain As I see Woods, Rosenblum, and some huge dude named "Pain"

Bigger stacks on my left, but I'm still not complaining 'Cause at the break I'm eighth, with seventeen remaining

Up to my room I find myself madly rushin' I snarf down a Chunky and gulp Robitussin Anxiety reigns! My thoughts are random and crude As I climb toward the pinnacle of gambling geekitude

Back to the table; I've got to play tight No problem--Gerner's raising relentlessly from the right A few more bustouts, then what do I find? Mr. Big Slick: Ace-King, on my next big blind

Jeff raises on the button-he's about twice my stack So I contemplate a counterattack I consider all-in, but that seems half-crazed Instead, I foolishly toss a minimum re-raise

Jeff calls, here's the flop, and it ain't what I was wishin': It's a Ten and two Threes, and I'm out of position I check, and Jeff bets more than half of my pile Gotta fold. Now I'm crippled, but I might last a while

Round and round go the blinds, and I feel uncertain My confidence is gone, and my stack is hurtin' I fold pocket sixes, I fold King-Jack My weak-tight play ain't gonna get it back

Finally, the big blind takes me all-in And Woods raises--seems like deja vu all over again We expose: I'm King-Six versus Jeff's Ace-Eight This is probably the hand that will seal my fate

The flop brings an Ace, but the turn is a King I've still got some outs; what will the turn bring? Not a miracle card--it's a blank, it's a stone It's a dud, it's a rock--it's a dog-do snowcone

Gazing toward the middle at an unfriendly board I lament to Tiger, who nods and records "Twelfth place doesn't pay", I weakly grumbled And that's the way that Mookie crumbled

If I had had the stones to jam Jeff with AK, I'd have gotten my stack up over $2K instead of going down under $1K, and I'd have placed. Or busted out immediately, since Jeff had KTs and a ten flopped. (I'd better stop now, since Kyle and Tiger have heard this more than once already).

Trip comments: Excellent dealers at Merv's, especially Aimee, the black guy who laughs like a bird (name?), and the Madonna-looking woman (the one who along with Tiger and myself was at the table and observed Jim Strydio's Cherry Tomato Ejaculation--all over the felt, seeds in a straight line, basically an impressive display of consumption at the card table).

Worst bad beat: 5/10/15 stud, deuces full on fifth w/trips *ON BOARD*, finish third and lose three big bets on the river (absolutely had to call, no respect for re-raiser).

Worst tourney hand: Busted out of Stud tourney when Ross (Flush Machine) Poppel runs FOUR SPADES to fiver my two pair. Ross: why did you call fifth street? ;-(

Ring Game Action:
STUD:+ 485
HOLDEM:+ 115
STEAK SOUP:+ 2 UNITS
SAMBUCA:+ 3 UNITS

I hope that y'all enjoyed my tale; I also hope that this text wraps ok.

Looking forward to the next ATLARGE!!

John Walsh (Mookie)