First, there are no actual prostitutes in the post below, but I think it’s fun anyway.

 

Secondly… Otis’ brother, Little Willie, shows us how to drop the HAMMER…

All the money in the above hand went in pre-flop! I love the chat, “lol”

Thirdly, I did some free-rolling at Pacific last night. The sbo site sucks, I remember why I don’t play there. But I logged in to see what I had, and found they added $10 to my account. So I played in a $10+1 SNG and won $50. Then I played in a 2-table $30+3 SNG and won $120. Then I cashed out my $138 so I can put it into a site I enjoy. Pacific will probably drop another 10 bucks in my account in a few months.

A lot of bloggers have been pestering me to offer something here that’s not on the European Poker Tour official blog.

Okay…

Here’s a short one…

I’ve set up my workstation near the back of the Concord Card Casino in Vienna. I’m working off a small table that I have pressed up against a metal door.

For the past 30 minutes I’ve been hearing music and thought I’d accidentally left my iPod on. Then I started hearing a lot of female voices through the door.

Eventually, I made the connection (so to speak).

The CCC adjoins…adjoins…a brothel.

Welcome to Vienna.

For a less racy version of this trip…please feel free to visit me at the EPT blog.

Badblood will be joining me here tomorrow night. That should be good for a story or eight.

It’s an odd life I lead these days. Twelve hours ago, I sat in the dining room of a Carolina surburban home, playing cards, drinking a few beers, and laughing with my buddies for the first time in weeks. Now, I sit in a $435-night hotel room in the middle of a king-sized bed, a view of Miami’s South Beach in the window.

Odd.

I’ll have more on this trip in the coming days. It’s work-related. In fact, I have to get to work here in a second. But I’ve played a couple of hands recently that I’ve felt fairly good about.

Written on a plane, so forgive the turbulence

Hand #1

I’ll admit at the outset that I probably shouldn’t be playing the $5/$10 $1000 buy-in NL game on Party. While my roll can handle it, the swings can be big enough that I don’t quite have the stomach for it yet. Still, when Party introduced the higher limits, I couldn’t help but sit down for a session.

By and by, I finally got dealt pocket aces in middle position. I made a raise to $35 and got one caller. Just a few hands before, I’d watched the caller get all his chips in with top pair and a six kicker. That is, he was capable of playing with and going all-in with just about anything.

The flop came down king-high, all hearts. Of course, I hated the flop, but I didn’t sweat it too much. One of my aces was a heart, so I had all the heart outs twice. I bet $100 into the caller. He smooth-called the bet.

At this point, I was obviously a little concerned. If he’d made a set, he likely would’ve re-raised me here to see where he was. I figured I was in one of two situations. Either he had gotten lucky and flopped his flush, or he was holding a king and a high heart (KQ, KJ…).

The turn was a blank. At this point I had to make a decision. Either I wuss out and check to my opponent, essentially giving up. Or I bet into him again.

I bet into him again. $300. I just couldn’t accept that he’d flopped his flush. Why? I’m not sure. I think it had something to do with watching him play his top-pair-weak-kicker for all his chips.

So, when he raised me all-in, what did I think? Well, I thought maybe he’d made his flush and I still had a few heart outs for the flush. Not enough outs to give me odds to call, though. I never seriously considered he might have a set. I couldn’t get away from the thought he was holding top pair with a heart kicker.