Well...the sun will come up tomorrow....as Annie would say....tomorrow..tomorrow...I love you tomorrow..it's only a day away. And what a difference a day makes. I sure didn't jump out of bed for "roll call" today. Screw those buglers. This was a day that was almost going to go down in "infamy"!
When I finally got downstairs to play, I got on a hot streak, but not before gettins stuck a few bucks, meaning $300. But then I got dealt 4 6's, mucho full houses, and finally 4 Aces. I now counted out my money and was now up $400. While I was playing, a guy came up to survey the machines, and left my area to go down to the first seat on the bar. As I counted my money, I thought I'd move and wound up playing at the thrid seat. The third seat had machine that was set to "jet propelled", I mean it was so fast that Jesus didn't have the news before the hand was dealt. But this should have been the seat that the guy next to me had, as he played the second fastest as any player that I've ever seen. Now since I play poker, I just don't forget faces. As I reported in a previous TR, there was a guy playing two machines at once when the .25c jackpot was reaching $3000. Well this was the guy! Just picture a guy on 40 cups of Starbucks and 3 grams of speed, and you'll know what I'm talking about.
Well what was I to do? This was now a "RACE FOR THE ROYAL". I either kept pace, or fell behind and let him hit the royal. I was now playing the fastest I've ever played in my life....and I still couldn't keep pace. This was now INSANITY!!! WTF was I doing? But 4 OAK's kept appearing, and I played the best I could. But I was litteraly wearing down. This guy didn't even let his hand play out, as he would hit the deal/draw button before the hand was over. That automatically went to your final score instead of letting it count down like you would normally do. But nothing was normal playing against this guy.
I had to go the bathroom. My kidney was ready to burst. Screw the royal...this was serious business. If I made it to the bathroom 1 second later..I would have peed in my pants. When I got back, he was still pounding away on his machine...but all of a sudden he STOPPED! He had to pee also. I damn near had a sigh of relieve...as I wouldn't have any competition for a few minutes. I tried to gather my senses, and get back to "normal". But waht the heck was "normal" now?
He came back sucking on a chocolate gelato from the Sundance Grill. Was this now "psycological" warfare? Was I now supposed to get up and get me an ice cream cone to counter his? BS! I was in this to hit the royal and nothing else.
I started a conversation. "You know, it's amazing that with all the hands we've played, that neither of us has hit 4 Aces for over $640." He told me he had already knocked off 4 2'3'4's. No wonder he didn't have to buy in any more money. When I finally busted out, I knew I could no longer put in $100 at at a time. I loaded the machine with $300 at a time so I didn't lose time. When you go to a gunfight....you don't show up with a knife. But the ridiculous part was...I was now pouring hundreds of dollars into this machine...when I had had a profit of $400, this was craziness.
But after he got back.....there was going to be a stab in my heart! "I GOT IT" OH NO! He hit the royal! But as I looked at the meter....the Royal wasn't changing. Instead...the 4 Aces went from $641 own to $400. YAHOO!
But what happened next amazed even me. He played one more hand and cashed out! WHAT? This guy was a pro, and when reached his goal....he QUIT! HALLELUYA! I was no longer in race and could kick back and relax. But this was hard to do. When you're in a "race" that had lasted for hours , it's tough to slow down to a normal pace. He cashed out $1050. I looked at my credits, and had over $400. But I was already in $1300. If I had gone up to bed when I wanted to, I would have been up $400 instead of down about $900. That was costly.
I was now physically exhausted. This guy had totally wore me out. I went upstairs totally DRAINED! I went upstairs and took a break. I never wanted to compete with a guy like that again in my life. It just wasnt worth it...yet...the thrill of the competition could never be excelled.
After a break...I returned downstairs, and without the strain, I wound up hitting 4 4's on DDB, followed by 4 3's with a kicker on DDB. Having made back my money...it was time to say Good Night! Probably the most exhausting day of VP that I've ever had!
When I finally got downstairs to play, I got on a hot streak, but not before gettins stuck a few bucks, meaning $300. But then I got dealt 4 6's, mucho full houses, and finally 4 Aces. I now counted out my money and was now up $400. While I was playing, a guy came up to survey the machines, and left my area to go down to the first seat on the bar. As I counted my money, I thought I'd move and wound up playing at the thrid seat. The third seat had machine that was set to "jet propelled", I mean it was so fast that Jesus didn't have the news before the hand was dealt. But this should have been the seat that the guy next to me had, as he played the second fastest as any player that I've ever seen. Now since I play poker, I just don't forget faces. As I reported in a previous TR, there was a guy playing two machines at once when the .25c jackpot was reaching $3000. Well this was the guy! Just picture a guy on 40 cups of Starbucks and 3 grams of speed, and you'll know what I'm talking about.
Well what was I to do? This was now a "RACE FOR THE ROYAL". I either kept pace, or fell behind and let him hit the royal. I was now playing the fastest I've ever played in my life....and I still couldn't keep pace. This was now INSANITY!!! WTF was I doing? But 4 OAK's kept appearing, and I played the best I could. But I was litteraly wearing down. This guy didn't even let his hand play out, as he would hit the deal/draw button before the hand was over. That automatically went to your final score instead of letting it count down like you would normally do. But nothing was normal playing against this guy.
I had to go the bathroom. My kidney was ready to burst. Screw the royal...this was serious business. If I made it to the bathroom 1 second later..I would have peed in my pants. When I got back, he was still pounding away on his machine...but all of a sudden he STOPPED! He had to pee also. I damn near had a sigh of relieve...as I wouldn't have any competition for a few minutes. I tried to gather my senses, and get back to "normal". But waht the heck was "normal" now?
He came back sucking on a chocolate gelato from the Sundance Grill. Was this now "psycological" warfare? Was I now supposed to get up and get me an ice cream cone to counter his? BS! I was in this to hit the royal and nothing else.
I started a conversation. "You know, it's amazing that with all the hands we've played, that neither of us has hit 4 Aces for over $640." He told me he had already knocked off 4 2'3'4's. No wonder he didn't have to buy in any more money. When I finally busted out, I knew I could no longer put in $100 at at a time. I loaded the machine with $300 at a time so I didn't lose time. When you go to a gunfight....you don't show up with a knife. But the ridiculous part was...I was now pouring hundreds of dollars into this machine...when I had had a profit of $400, this was craziness.
But after he got back.....there was going to be a stab in my heart! "I GOT IT" OH NO! He hit the royal! But as I looked at the meter....the Royal wasn't changing. Instead...the 4 Aces went from $641 own to $400. YAHOO!
But what happened next amazed even me. He played one more hand and cashed out! WHAT? This guy was a pro, and when reached his goal....he QUIT! HALLELUYA! I was no longer in race and could kick back and relax. But this was hard to do. When you're in a "race" that had lasted for hours , it's tough to slow down to a normal pace. He cashed out $1050. I looked at my credits, and had over $400. But I was already in $1300. If I had gone up to bed when I wanted to, I would have been up $400 instead of down about $900. That was costly.
I was now physically exhausted. This guy had totally wore me out. I went upstairs totally DRAINED! I went upstairs and took a break. I never wanted to compete with a guy like that again in my life. It just wasnt worth it...yet...the thrill of the competition could never be excelled.
After a break...I returned downstairs, and without the strain, I wound up hitting 4 4's on DDB, followed by 4 3's with a kicker on DDB. Having made back my money...it was time to say Good Night! Probably the most exhausting day of VP that I've ever had!
