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Mirage Madness

March 26, 2013
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The name Boys II Men used to conjure up images of super dope orange blazers, stone washed jeans and middle school dances (his hands on her hips, her hands on his shoulders) at the War Memorial in Grosse Pointe Farms, MI.

Now, instead of talking about that East Coast swing the iconic R&B group brought to our Midwestern suburb when we were preteens, we’re talking about the $2/$5 game at the Mirage that they frequent. The Boys II Men are doing a run of weekend dates at the Mirage and, once they wrap up on stage, are often found winding down in that property’s poker room.

I’d played with Shawn and Nathan previously at the Aria. Shawn is more reserved in both his personality and his play; he doesn’t splash around a ton but is by no means tight. Nathan, however, loves action and loves talking. He’s likable right away and with a ton of charisma. He also doesn’t like folding hands. I once had a video on my phone where the action in our 2/5 game at the Aria folded around to the small blind, which happened to be occupied by Jon “PearlJammer” Turner. Jon asked the big blind, which happened to be occupied by Nathan, if instead of chopping, he just wanted to go all in blind. Jon had Nathan covered, equating to about $1200 effective. Unwilling to decline any action, Nathan accepted and they ran it out. I am sitting here cursing myself as I cannot find the video anywhere in my archives, but I will say that one of the players’ 2-5 offsuit ended up being victorious that hand.

Water Runs Dry

I headed to the Mirage on a Saturday night and parked myself in the 2/5 game around 5pm. My buddy Adam told me the B2M guys would most likely be around as he had been playing in their game lately. I went through a swingy few hours of poker in the meantime, going up around $600 before returning the majority of my profit to various players in the game. At 10pm, Shawn and Nathan made their way to the table, two ladies in tow. Nathan’s lady had a rose, and I secretly wondered if Shawn’s lady was jealous carrying only her handbag.

The Mirage poker room allows for an unlimited straddle under the gun, which Nathan is a pretty big fan of. A couple of orbits after his arrival he had a $20 straddle on when the action folded to me and I looked at AsKd. I made it 55 to go and everyone folded except for Nathan who made the call. The flop came JcTc7s and he checked. I’m likely to make a c-bet with two overs plus gutshot, but with the flop being so connected and all over his preflop calling range, plus Nathan’s propensity to not give up easy, I checked back. The turn brought the Ac and he lead out for 70. Not wanting to bloat the pot with one pair I smooth called, and the Jd made its way to the river. Undeterred, Nathan lead out for 125 and without much hesitation I called right away.

“You got the flush?” Nathan asked, which is not exactly a good sign for a top pair hand, if that’s all he’s worried about. Sure enough, he rolled over the 9h8h for the flopped nuts and a pot of decent size was added to the Boys II Men war chest. Apparently my purchase of Cooleyhighharmoney back in ’91 will go unthanked.

Vibin’

Despite my contributions to the R&B retirement fund, I’ve been feeling comfortable in the 2/5NL games around Vegas lately. The lineups, while not quite as beginner-filled as 1/2 and 1/3 games, are certainly nothing to fear. Occasionally you will find yourself in a game mostly full of pros but it’s pretty simple to request a table change or simply move to a different property.

With March Madness now in full swing, as well as a newly-remodeled sportsbook unveiled at the Mirage, I headed back to Volcano land for the opening weekend of college basketball’s main event. By 6:30pm I was in the 8 seat at one of the Mirage’s 19 poker tables playing 2/5 in a particularly noisy poker room setting. By 10:30, I was up… $5.

Poker is nothing if not the ultimate test of patience. My biggest leak these days is boredom, which results in forcing the action in unfavorable spots, rather than letting the game come to me naturally. Playing for slightly bigger stakes, every mistake is magnified and more costly. Determined not to simply give it away like I have done an unknown number of times previously, I waited for an opportunity to present itself.

I had moved to the 4 seat in order to have better position on a couple of action players. The gentleman in the 1 seat, who had arrived with a beer in hand, “accidentally” made a minraise to 10 while attempting to limp in.  A good player on my right kicked it up a little more with a reraise to 30 and I looked down at pocket threes. With ample implied odds and a stack of around $600 I made the call, as did the original raiser. The flop was finally a favorable one: Kc4c3d. The 1 seat checked and the aggressor fired at the pot for 65. Not wanting to overrep my hand, and being the “gatekeeper” so to speak in last position, I flat called, as did the initial raiser in seat 1.

All I had to do was make four 10’s in this one pull of a video poker game, and the Mirage would award me the equivalent of the median US household yearly income in one day.

The turn brought the 5d and Mr. Cerveza in the 1 seat checked. This time the player next to me, after some thought, decided on a check. With multiple draws now available, but still looking for action with my set, I slid out a bet of 155. Mr. C once again made the call, and the player on my right, after some more thought, folded.

The river brought a 3rd diamond, but filled me up: the 4d. Mr. C took little time in acting on what he considered to be a great bluff card and sent his remaining 350 into the middle, and I took even less time dropping the chips across the betting line with my full house. His Q5cc failed to fully materialize and I was well into the black.

It wouldn’t be long before my early session patience would result in finding another opportunity. After working my stack above the 1.5k mark I looked down at 10 10 and made a standard opening raise to 20. Two players with position on me plus the big blind made the call and we were off to the flop 4 ways. And what a flop it was: AdTdTh.

The big blind checked and with a hammerlock on the hand, I checked as well. The player to my left checked and the youngster on the button cooperated with my plans by making a bet of 70. The big blind folded and I called, leaving the two of us heads up. The turn brought the 7d and I thought my action may have been killed with three to a flush now on board, especially after we both checked this street. The river reopened the door, however, as it was the Ah. I looked over at my opponent’s remaining chipstack and seeing a little less than 300 there, I bet two hundred dollar bills.

It’s a pretty dumb bet because if he doesn’t have an ace he cannot call and has no fold equity to re-bluff with; if he does have an ace he may get lazy and just flat call rather than raise, knowing I won’t call unless I’m at least chopping. Betting the full 300, or checking, is better than betting less than all of his chips. Despite this, I couldn’t complain too much when my opponent snap called with aces full, sending another nice pot in my direction.

To add more excitement to my run of great cards, the Mirage poker room runs a promotion where if you make four of a kind or better, you get one pull on their video poker machine. If you make the same hand as the one in your live game (in this case, four 10’s), you win the progressive jackpot amount, which currently sits at $51,000. It’s quite unlikely, but certainly not impossible. All I had to do was make four 10’s in this one pull of a video poker game, and the Mirage would award me the equivalent of the median US household yearly income in one day.

The results…

 

So close...
So close…

AN

I got back into Vegas a couple of hours ago. Busi and I spent 3 nights in Utah this weekend getting in some much needed snowboarding time. I’ve been snowboarding somewhere between 10 and 15 times now and even though that first run is still a little awkward, I’m at the point where I can make it from top to bottom without a fall, linking turns and just enjoying the ride. The green circle runs are a breeze and the blue square runs, while sometimes challenging, are doable. I avoid the black diamonds (for now) but am content with the selection I have.

Busi, however, had only spent a total of 1 day on a board prior to this trip. Her first run this weekend saw us spending about 45 minutes attempting to get down a green trail. That’s just the way the personal snowboarding journey goes. The first one or two efforts are pain filled and spent getting used to falling. But after she took a lesson and used her natural determination that she shows with everything else she does, she made vast improvements and was eventually spending more time grinding the board edges instead of picking herself up off the snow. It was pretty impressive to watch her progression begin and she made big strides over the course of the trip.

It was good to take a break from the poker tables for a long weekend. My previous week in Vegas was spent chasing the dream of binking a live tournament thanks to the WSOP-c being in town. The circuit events at Caesars brought the expected attributes: good sized fields with reasonable buy-ins, great structures and soft competition. But my hopes of winning some sort of jewelry (what’s with the WSOP fascination with such adornment? I don’t even wear a watch.) were further prolonged by bricking all 3 events I entered. The PLO ring event was particularly brutal as I went out in 23rd place, a bit shy of the 15 money spots, and particularly because of the fashion in which I was left crippled by some drunk kid who decided to gamble vs me. But what can you do.

Away from tournaments, I’ve been on the standard live cash game grind around Vegas, but have been trying to mix more 2/5NL into my rotation. My year-to-date results at that level are crappy (if I remove my 5/5NL home game results I am breakeven there). The sample size is still pretty small but it seems silly to me that I can’t break through to that level full time, as the competition doesn’t seem exceptionally tougher.

I am completely confident in my game at the 1/3 level. I still make mistakes, of course, but my results there are great. I might be running above average at 1/3 so far this year, as you can see from my hourly rate, but this includes a couple of ridiculous beats I’ve taken lately (dude ships $450 into my flopped two pair with a gutter ball and gets there, ho hum). Moving up in stakes is equivalent to getting a big promotion at your job and is what every professional cash game player should be working towards.

I can crush the green circle runs of the poker ladder and feel like I’m on the cusp of steadily grinding down the blue square trails, but as soon as I step off the chair lift the board finds an ice patch. I do know that never falling is only a fantasy, but it would be nice to link a few turns at the next level and enjoy the ride a bit more there.

Away from the poker grind itself, I’ve really been enjoying working on creating content for two projects. The first is this website, and I have more ideas for things to post that I look forward to getting to. The second is a podcast that I’ve launched with a couple of fellow writers: “Pokerati” Dan himself, and poker beat man-about-town Dave Ferrara. The show is called Vegas Grinders and we’ll be bringing a weekly stream of Vegas poker happenings, as well as discussions about what it’s like to do this grind for a living. The first episode is already posted and can be found here.

All feedback about both the podcast and anything that I’m posting (or not posting) here is more than welcome. Additionally, if there’s anything in your poker world that you want to discuss, hands you have questions about, or any communication you have the urge to initiate, please do reach out.

See you around as we try to get to that next level.

Note from Andrew–I first met Ryan through my buddy Jaymes, who had given Ryan a one-hour coaching lesson. It turned out that Ryan was very well versed at the poker table and was just looking for advice on a couple topics. Ryan and I played a drunken $1/$2NL session the night we met at Excalibur (of all places) in which I coolered and stacked him. I was happy that Ryan decided to not use his muscular physique to exact revenge, but instead was his normal happy-go-lucky self. His demeanor hides a fearlessness at the table that is best summed up by this text message he once sent me: “Dude, even I wouldn’t wanna play at my table. I get these sick thoughts in my mind that we hardly ever act on, but I pull the fuckin trigger every time.”

Have you ever been consumed by your nerves in what you perceive as a pressure-filled situation? In our profession this is an emotion that needs to be subdued to the best of our ability. Although every nerve in our body may tingle with jitters of fear, havoc, or uncontrollable excitement, we need to find a state of inner peace that allows us to accomplish the strategic task at hand. Eventually, playing poker hands at stakes we are comfortable with becomes second nature. The fear subsides, havoc rests at bay, and the excitement is overcome by a higher conscious. For me, these emotions are coming back into play with my introduction into live tournaments.

After an early career in online sit n go’s, I transitioned to 6-max cash and then full ring live cash. Tournaments always had an illustrious appeal, but they seemed to have too much variance and disappointment for my liking. However, my buddy, Dale Beaudoin, had some recent tournament success and showed me the profitability that can be found in many of them. We took a short trip out to L.A. to play the WSOPC at the Bicycle Casino. After a small, cashless run in the $365 NL turbo, I could imagine running up stacks and rolling over my less experienced and less skilled competition. Dale and I drove back to Vegas and both entered the $1,100 Ante-Up Magazine Poker Challenge/Red Rock Main Event.

With an expectation of a huge turnout, we were underwhelmed with the 90 total entrants. On top of that, there were some total sickos in the field including final table fixtures Brent Hanks and Justin Young. However, a $90k prize pool for such a small field of players was still something to be enthused about.

The anger from my opponent flares out of him in disgust as he yells, “C’mon! Are you kidding me!?”

Day 1 for me was brutal. My aces could not hold vs. KhQh in an unavoidable spot early on for a guy’s stack that left me crippled with fewer than 15 big blinds. Grinding the short stack for 6 hours is a torturous but common tournament situation. While I tend to thrive with a big stack, my short stack game involves the necessary patience and capitalizing on favorable situations.

Late into day 1 Cary Katz (a Big One for One Drop participant) 2.5x’s the button and I look down at Kc2c in the bb with around 14 bbs. Since he is opening 100% of his button range I view this as a good spot to shove. I jam and get snapped by AK. Obviously. The flop rolls out K high, and I have a foot out the door as the turn bricks. River… deuce! The anger from my opponent flares out of him in disgust as he yells, “C’mon! Are you kidding me!?”

The clean double does not put me out of the woods yet, but someone once told me that if you win every all in, you win the tournament.

Katz busted a few hands later and with his aggressive style gone from the table I would have room to take over as table captain. After relentlessly raising more than half my range of the final level of day 1 I got my stack up to 66,600 at 6/1200/200a. Great number, I know. Day 2 would prove to be a different venture than most of day 1.

There were 28 players left and 10 spots paid. On my direct right was the best female poker player in the world’s husband and dashingly handsome Marco Traniello; Justin Young was to his right, and Mark Gregorich was on my left. My comfort level was below average but I was prepared to play my game.

I 3-bet Justin Young’s open with my AJo and got two streets of value after betting the ace high flop and checking the turn, which allowed him to bluff fire the river big into me. Then I opened the button with A6o after it was folded to me, and Gregorich moved all in for his last 12 bbs with J10o. Fortunately, I won the flip. Momentum felt like it was on my side. I opened 77 from mp and got two streets against the passive lady in the bb after flopping quads. Can you say run good? Another hand at this table involved Traniello opening the button and me 3-betting from the sb with 66 only to flop a set. When a good, aggressive player is smashing each situation they get into, there is no stopping them.

After busting a couple players from the initial table, we moved to a new table that now put Traniello on my left with Brent Hanks on his left. Hanks and I played some of the bigger hands against each other, but inevitably we controlled the situation until 10 of us were in the money and at the final table, including my friend, Dale.

Eyes on the prizes
Eyes on the prizes

There are what I like to call “choke points” that happen at various times in a tournament. This is when nobody is busting as a function of stack sizes or places paid out. The table held 10 players’ stacks intact for a good, long 40 minutes. Once the first guy busted, the floodgates opened. The largest momentum shift of the final 9 came with blind levels at 4k/8k/1k, and a passive-playing gentleman limped from early position. I looked down at KK and sitting on 260k to start the hand, made it 20k to go. The chip leader, Hanks, had 370k and was in the bb. When the action folded around to him he shipped it all in, which I promptly snapped off after the limper folded. Hanks rolled over AK and, luckily, the Kings were able to hold. I was now the massive chip leader after the biggest hand of the tournament, by far. I picked up the rest of Hanks’ chips a couple hands later when he got in AJ vs. my 55. Things were looking promising.

Playing five handed showed some crucial situations unfold. Dale was actually second in chips at this point and Justin Young had just gained some momentum. The other two players were much less of a threat. One was on my right and loose-passive. The other was on my left and is a big mix game player at Bellagio, but was lacking the necessary tournament skills to close.

Young was the next player to bust and Dale and I felt close to getting heads up! The Bellagio guy 3.5x’d it utg, and I shoved JJ from the bb for his last eight bbs. Somehow, he found an uncharacteristic fold. Needless to say, he was out within the next few hands. Dale and I were three handed with an inexperienced player sandwiched between us. The amateur had 250k, Dale had around 600k, and I had 1.2 million. Unfortunately for Dale, he had to sit on the sidelines a bit while watching me open 99% of my buttons and play hands against the amateur because of our stack sizes. It was smooth sailing for myself three handed. Dale eventually got into a raising war that led to an all-in with the other guy; Dale’s AK held against the Q9s for 20 bbs a piece. My best friend in poker and I were heads up for the title!

If we had been close in chips maybe we would’ve made an even chop. However, I had a decent chip lead so we made it slightly less than even. With first paying around 26k and second taking 14k, we went the gentlemen’s route of 18.8k each, but left 2k to play for, as well as the Ante-Up Magazine cover for their March issue. Fame was only one all-in away! Well, poker fame…

Just a few hands into heads-up action, I was able to get the chips in with 77 vs. his K3o and felt the win. I practically stood up to shake hands before the board ran out king high. We were almost even when I picked up 10 10 and got it all in before the flop vs. his AK. Apparently, my run of flip winning had come to an end, as an ace found its way to the board. My last few blinds were sent into the middle with my 56 losing to KQ on a king high board, giving Dale the title.

Although I came in second, there is no one else I could be happier losing to heads up.

You feel good about yourself and your ability to make a living by booking solid cash game wins on a regular basis, but the thrill of a deep tournament run is unmatched and I am super pumped to play more of them. Especially the major events this summer. For now, I’ll be putting the new found ammunition to use by starting my $5/10NL grind with a healthy $2/5 and $1/2 mix. Life is good.

Ryan's multicolored tournament bounty
Ryan’s multicolored tournament bounty