Vegas Burn Out
It happens to everybody after a while. Ive only been here a few weeks but between working with ESPN on the WSOP coverage and playing some of the non-TV bracelet events myself, Im definitely reaching my Vegas limit.
I played a $1500 event today and although I had what must have been the NICEST table ever in poker (no lie, everyone was a total sweetheart), I was in a foul mood. I somehow managed to lose my sweater while walking through the Rio and after that, I think I lost every single pot I played except for 2 tiny ones where I won the blinds.
My table broke and I moved on, hoping for a better run at it but sadly, the next thing I lost was my temper, quickly followed by the rest of my chips.
I sat down with 27bb and hope. I made myself comfortable and took stock of the table. The two players to my right were really short stacked and there were a few big stacks scattered around. I watched them play out the hand they were on and then settled in.
It quickly became apparent to me that I was now on the slooooooowest moving table known to man. One player in particular seemed to be moving in slow motion. Im not exaggerating. Some of the other players at the table caught my eye and gave me a what can you do? look.
Every single decision, whether it was a simple preflop fold or a big call, took exactly the same long deliberation. Every single one. Im not sure if he was doing it to make sure that nobody got a tell from him, or if he was maybe just nervous or whether he just really wasnt sure what he wanted to do but it drove me absolutely up the wall.
In fact, perhaps that was why he did it! With every hand that went by, I grew more and more tense as I saw the blinds going up and my stack dwindling. I eventually shoved my final 19bb from the big blind with after the small blind raised me, sadly he had and I didnt improve.
All in all it was a frustrating day. And I never did find my sweater.
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