Las Vegas Trip Report Part IV: Planet Hollywood Tournament, One Last Indignity, and Goombye
After getting some nice encouragement from Very Josie along the way, I finally exited in the ninth level when I pushed all in with a flush draw after the flop. I thought the other two players would fold, but one was slow playing pocket Kings and called. No crub on the turn or river (I thought that crubs ALWAYS got there) and that was all she wrote.
I soothed myself with some Del Taco and a Blizzard, then met seattle irish for some $1/2 NL at Ballys. He schooled me on one hand (flush vs two pair) and did quite well in a short time. Unfortunately, he was called away by a work emergency. He did bring a friend with him, who unfortunately was up against my pocket Aces twice.
The final blow of the trip came later in the evening when I was dealt The Dreaded Pocket Kings! The guy on my right raised to $18 and I raised to $40. The dealer, Gianna, who is usually excellent, somehow had a hard time deciphering the initial raise, which should have been some foreshadowing. The flop contained all uncoordinated low cards. I led out with a bet and the villain went all in. No way that he had a set, straight draw or a flush draw based on the board. He either had me beat with A-A or I had him crushed. I called. He had J-J. He stood up to leave, said "Nice hand," and then we saw the turn -- a Jack! I immediately knocked my cap off my head and let out a muttering string of eff-bombs. They weren't directed at anyone but the poker gods for crapping on me again. Such is what happens when you just have "one of those trips" to Las Vegas. I left shortly thereafter, calling an end to my poker for this trip.
The next day the King of Komps and I headed back to Chicago. Our flight was delayed, but sleeping through an hour of the delay helps! Upon heading back to our mom's house for the night, we stopped to eat at Portillo's, allowing me one last good meal on the trip:
The Chicago Style Hot Dog!
Epilogue: The next day, instead of driving immediately home, I detoured to Harrah's Hammond and played a few hours there. I am happy to report that my winning ways returned and I did NOT lose boat over boat or lose to a two-outer. Such is life with our mistress, poker. And in case you have never played in Hammond ...
Next trip to Las Vegas: possibly late January or early February, maybe not until March or next summer.