Today's the day!
FTM II goes today, out on the back deck here in Bedrock. Although we had a ton of last minute drop-outs for various reasons, the 13 players that are showing are all quality players and even more importantly, quality friends.
It sounds like despite the poker starting around 2:30 or so, the fun will begin around noon. All the beds have been made and the camping area completely smoothed out. Keys WILL be taken at the door!
Since the numbers dropped so dramatically and the booze flow looks to be around 12 plus hours long, we've made a couple of changes to the format. We'll go to a 10,000 chip deep-stacked and run a short-handed game as well. This will allow for a LOT more drunken blog-foolery and probably a bunch of good material for follow up posts. ;o)
The core Tucks will all be there including, brudder Carson and SuzY_Q, DonKaaa and QueenKaaa, NutzFirth, Pebbles, Toty-G etc.... Special guests, Yummy-Mommy and Mr. Bankwell will be in attendance, as well as the lovely Katitude. But beware and be fore-warned of one of our very special guests each and every one of you, BarBill himself will be in-da'-house for this game of luck-boxery and gambooling! Yup! At the ever younger age of 1,000,076 Peb's Dad "Twinkle-Toes" Flinstone will be making his first ever blogger game appearance. Can you say winner-winner, chicken dinner?
We're pretty excited about hosting another game here at the cave and, just plain can't wait to see everyone here again.
Let the liquid flow, the games begin and may the luckiest of all the drunks come out on top! Thanks to brudder Carson and his mad procurement skillz, there's a $500 Canon digital camera on the line for first prize. I fully expect the winner to be far too drunk, to be able to use it right away.
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
6/21/2008
6/19/2008
Vegas... Day 5....
Yeah I know. "What the hell happened to day 4?" you're asking.
Day 4 was officially "Pebbles Day" in Vegas. Who the hell wants to hear what she wanted to do all day? Besides, she could post it over at TuckFards if it was so exhilarating right?
For the record, Day 4 was a hoot! We did the list of 'things we've never done together in Vegas.' One of which I am truly amazed at how much frickin' fun it really was. We may have just found our own version of Crack in what is lovingly known as, The Penny Slots.
Yes! Penny Slots!
Quick question for anyone who is a Penny Slot Junkie. How the hell do you win at those things? I mean, we hit rows full of starfish, rows full of shithawks, rows full of lighthouses and hundreds of rows full of various other shite, that each paid us a grand total of $0.90 for the $0.75 we had invested. But there were times when I couldn't count all the connected zig-zagging lines that went through complete crap, that paid us $22.00 or more a pop. What's the real secret gang? Are these things the NLHE of slot machines or what? Hit complete crap and come out a huge winner!
We each found one that made us laugh out loud and like moths to a flame, we were drawn in every time we were in the Penny perimeter. Mine was Rock Lobster. Yes it played the song every time we hit the bonus. I went on one run of picking traps in the bonus round that let us hear the song 1 1/2 times through. We danced in the aisle the whole time and thus, caused our server to literally LOL. We didn't care and it showed, so she joined in and busted some pretty good B-52 like moves right along with us. We grabbed our drinks and I looked down at the bonus payout I'd just hit. The machine said $11.95. I gave the great dancing Liz a $12 tip. It just seemed reasonable.
Then Pebbles came across a sweet old blue hair playing a game called Village People Party. Just as she was walking by, the machine lit up the entire area and started belting out YMCA. I'll be damned if that old doll didn't boogie her ass off, right there in the seat. We were rolling on the floor as she explained, "You don't win if you don't dance baby!" And dance she did! Complete with the arm actions you see made by really drunk guests at an open bar wedding. Well this causes quite the commotion and some guy sits in the seat at the end of the old girls row. Peb's gives me "the look," and sits down at the middle machine. Her hand reaching up and over her shoulder, I hand her some cash. First pull. FIRST FRIGGIN' PULL and that thing was wailing out the tune again. Instantly, all three of them are out of their seats and doing some form of disco-sonic-hustle-bump motion and singing at the top of their lungs.
As I fell to floor, (due to lack of oxygen intake from serious 90% exhale-only laughter) I hit my back on one of the chairs behind me. None of them noticed though, they were all firmly entranced with the beauty of the dance, and the cha-ching of the Pennies racking up on Pebbles machine. Apparently drink bringing B-52 Liz noticed and as she handed me my Scotch, at least asked if I was alright, before bustin' another move with my wife.
That wasn't the only thing bustin' over there though. With the combination of her arms spelling out YMCA, and the nearly there outfit they supply for Liz to perform her liquidious duties in, let's just say it was like her tip had now turned into more of a lap dance payment! Peb's managed to rack up about $36 on her little boogie-thon so I slipped Liz $20. It seemed only fair with everything I enjoyed during the dance and besides, she was definitely better qualified than most of the afternoon shift we'd seen so far on the trip. And we were giving them $20 for a much lesser view and very sub-standard dance moves. Well, having our little dances and showing a sizable Penny profit, Peb's cashed off the machine. It was then that Liz mentioned her favorite machine over in the back there. "I love that one because it plays Santana." she said.
There comes a time in every man's life, when he must realize the real secret to having a great marriage. I needed to utilize that secret right at that moment. I looked my darling wife right in the eyes and said, "Don't you just love Santana?" Many a man would wait for the question and say something like, "whatever you want" or the worst offender of all, "Yes Dear." Not me! It was her day and I was going to take part in it dammit! After the hug was over, I dropped another $20 into Black magic Woman. This $20 didn't do so well. We sat there and lost it in no time playing $0.75 at a pull. No bonus round, no music, no Liz and Peb's bumpin' body parts in the aisle. WTF ??? I thought this might just get us to quit the new habit cold turkey. We sent a very sad puppy looking Liz, away for more drinks. We needed to re-group and come up with a plan of attack. How were we going to get our Penny Jones back on?
After seeing the look on poor Liz' face as she skulked over to the bar, I was terrified to look over towards what surely must have been a devastated Pebbles! BUT NO !!! There was Peb's just sitting there, humming along and right in the middle of the chorus. Da-da-da-magic-woman-da-da-da-da. She looks up at me and says, "I can't imagine what kind of dance Liz does to that hun?" I plugged my $48 slip from Rock Lobster into Black magic Woman, just as Liz was returning with our drinks. Both of their faces lit up the room and then on the fifth or sixth pull of that damn arm....
My Pebbles Day happy place?
Second verse..... Liz on one side..... Peb's on the other.
Don't turn your back on me, baby.
Don't turn your back on me, baby.
Yes, don't turn your back on me, baby,
Don't mess around with your tricks;
Don't turn your back on me, baby,
'cause you might just wake up my magic sticks.
With a very wry smile and quite the gleem in her eye, my Pebbles looked me right in the eyes and said, "Hmmm, well I guess THATS how she dances to that song honey,"
;o)
Last day........ on it's way.
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
Day 4 was officially "Pebbles Day" in Vegas. Who the hell wants to hear what she wanted to do all day? Besides, she could post it over at TuckFards if it was so exhilarating right?
For the record, Day 4 was a hoot! We did the list of 'things we've never done together in Vegas.' One of which I am truly amazed at how much frickin' fun it really was. We may have just found our own version of Crack in what is lovingly known as, The Penny Slots.
Yes! Penny Slots!
Quick question for anyone who is a Penny Slot Junkie. How the hell do you win at those things? I mean, we hit rows full of starfish, rows full of shithawks, rows full of lighthouses and hundreds of rows full of various other shite, that each paid us a grand total of $0.90 for the $0.75 we had invested. But there were times when I couldn't count all the connected zig-zagging lines that went through complete crap, that paid us $22.00 or more a pop. What's the real secret gang? Are these things the NLHE of slot machines or what? Hit complete crap and come out a huge winner!
We each found one that made us laugh out loud and like moths to a flame, we were drawn in every time we were in the Penny perimeter. Mine was Rock Lobster. Yes it played the song every time we hit the bonus. I went on one run of picking traps in the bonus round that let us hear the song 1 1/2 times through. We danced in the aisle the whole time and thus, caused our server to literally LOL. We didn't care and it showed, so she joined in and busted some pretty good B-52 like moves right along with us. We grabbed our drinks and I looked down at the bonus payout I'd just hit. The machine said $11.95. I gave the great dancing Liz a $12 tip. It just seemed reasonable.
Then Pebbles came across a sweet old blue hair playing a game called Village People Party. Just as she was walking by, the machine lit up the entire area and started belting out YMCA. I'll be damned if that old doll didn't boogie her ass off, right there in the seat. We were rolling on the floor as she explained, "You don't win if you don't dance baby!" And dance she did! Complete with the arm actions you see made by really drunk guests at an open bar wedding. Well this causes quite the commotion and some guy sits in the seat at the end of the old girls row. Peb's gives me "the look," and sits down at the middle machine. Her hand reaching up and over her shoulder, I hand her some cash. First pull. FIRST FRIGGIN' PULL and that thing was wailing out the tune again. Instantly, all three of them are out of their seats and doing some form of disco-sonic-hustle-bump motion and singing at the top of their lungs.
As I fell to floor, (due to lack of oxygen intake from serious 90% exhale-only laughter) I hit my back on one of the chairs behind me. None of them noticed though, they were all firmly entranced with the beauty of the dance, and the cha-ching of the Pennies racking up on Pebbles machine. Apparently drink bringing B-52 Liz noticed and as she handed me my Scotch, at least asked if I was alright, before bustin' another move with my wife.
That wasn't the only thing bustin' over there though. With the combination of her arms spelling out YMCA, and the nearly there outfit they supply for Liz to perform her liquidious duties in, let's just say it was like her tip had now turned into more of a lap dance payment! Peb's managed to rack up about $36 on her little boogie-thon so I slipped Liz $20. It seemed only fair with everything I enjoyed during the dance and besides, she was definitely better qualified than most of the afternoon shift we'd seen so far on the trip. And we were giving them $20 for a much lesser view and very sub-standard dance moves. Well, having our little dances and showing a sizable Penny profit, Peb's cashed off the machine. It was then that Liz mentioned her favorite machine over in the back there. "I love that one because it plays Santana." she said.
There comes a time in every man's life, when he must realize the real secret to having a great marriage. I needed to utilize that secret right at that moment. I looked my darling wife right in the eyes and said, "Don't you just love Santana?" Many a man would wait for the question and say something like, "whatever you want" or the worst offender of all, "Yes Dear." Not me! It was her day and I was going to take part in it dammit! After the hug was over, I dropped another $20 into Black magic Woman. This $20 didn't do so well. We sat there and lost it in no time playing $0.75 at a pull. No bonus round, no music, no Liz and Peb's bumpin' body parts in the aisle. WTF ??? I thought this might just get us to quit the new habit cold turkey. We sent a very sad puppy looking Liz, away for more drinks. We needed to re-group and come up with a plan of attack. How were we going to get our Penny Jones back on?
After seeing the look on poor Liz' face as she skulked over to the bar, I was terrified to look over towards what surely must have been a devastated Pebbles! BUT NO !!! There was Peb's just sitting there, humming along and right in the middle of the chorus. Da-da-da-magic-woman-da-da-da-da. She looks up at me and says, "I can't imagine what kind of dance Liz does to that hun?" I plugged my $48 slip from Rock Lobster into Black magic Woman, just as Liz was returning with our drinks. Both of their faces lit up the room and then on the fifth or sixth pull of that damn arm....
My Pebbles Day happy place?
Second verse..... Liz on one side..... Peb's on the other.
Don't turn your back on me, baby.
Don't turn your back on me, baby.
Yes, don't turn your back on me, baby,
Don't mess around with your tricks;
Don't turn your back on me, baby,
'cause you might just wake up my magic sticks.
With a very wry smile and quite the gleem in her eye, my Pebbles looked me right in the eyes and said, "Hmmm, well I guess THATS how she dances to that song honey,"
;o)
Last day........ on it's way.
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
6/18/2008
Vegas.... Day 3....
Day #3 saw momentum switch over to the good guys of poker. :o)
With our full intention being a return to the MTT at The Riviera, we sat down at a table of Let it Ride/three card poker early in the morning there. We figured we'd kill some time until the 10 am start of the NLHE event. We would not make the 10 am event!
I went on a run that I've only ever seen others get on before. Now no real monster hands as such, but a run of no-brainer after no-brainer, followed by dealt down trips, followed by dealt down trips turned boat, followed by a three card straight flush turned 5 card flush etc..etc...etc...
Let me tell you, there's something SOOOOOOOOOO special about having the pit boss at a gaming table, come over and ask if he can chip you up because, "you seem to have the vast majority of $25 chips available at the table sir!" It was now 11:30 and we'd been sitting there for a couple of hours. We took the chip up as a sign to leave happy. So we did. We left the Riviera and headed right to the IP. Back to Let it Ride and three card poker! How well did we do there you ask? I thought the chip up was very special at the Riv. That was until I realized I had "brown-suits" watching me at the IP.
Our dealer said, "you're on a good run!"
The Pit Boss said, "Quite the run you have going!"
Roz the Cocktail waitress said, "The guy in the brown suit, is security."
Bam-Bam said, "How come no one ever pays attention when I lose 10 in a row?"
Yep, I went ten winners in a row.
6- No brainers of which 2 turned into a set.
3- Nothings that turned into a pair of 10's or better
1- three card straight that improved to make the five card straight.
Then in a brilliant move, the lovely old girl that we'd met everytime we'd played at the IP, hadn't put her money on the three card bonus the very next hand. I put $5 on it for her. I get dealt trip Jacks and set my cards down immediately. She looks over at me and says, "WOW!" As the first card up is the 6 of hearts, she tucks her cards under the last chip and say's, "Let 'er Ride!" I ask what she has, but she just smiles at me the same way she had been doing on the earlier days. The King of hearts comes up on the river and she smacks her hands together and say's, "DAMN!" She was dealt the 3, 4 and 5 of hearts for the three card straight flush. The 6 of hearts gave her two outs for the five card straight flush and she wanted it pretty bad. The whole time, I thought her wow was for the hand I'd been dealt.
She tried to give me a lot of the chips she'd just won, but I kindly refused. So the next hand we played, she tossed my chip from the three card bonus spot back to me and said, "I got this one." It was my first loss since sitting down.
Up an awful lot of chips and feeling the hunger pangs of a degenerate gambler, I suggested to Peb's that we head out and grab a bite to eat. We left the second Casino of the day, up a substantial amount.
We managed to make it to one of the later NLHE MTT's at The Riviera and it was game on from there. Had it been a knock-out format, I think I would have made an awful lot of moola on this one. I single handedly removed each player at my table with monster hands such as, flopped Quads, flopped nut straights and several nut boat over boat situations. Today was my day and the cards just kept on coming. The four starting tables were breaking down very rapidly and by breaktime, we were down to just two. As I went for my smoke, I surveyed the remaining stacks, Pebbles seemed to be the chip leader over at her table as well. I sensed something special right at that moment. In the next 30 minutes, we managed to get down to final table. Everyone moved to the table I was at, and for a very good reason! It would have taken us forever to rack my chipstack at that point! Even chipping me up took the dealer and T/D a solid 5 or 6 minutes to do. What a feeling!
In the perfect situation that Hollyweird itself couldn't have scripted, it came down to me and Peb's heads up. One look at the prize money involved for first and second places in a $50, 36 player event and our decision to make the chop was easily made. Besides, the faster we got out of there, the faster we could get back to the tables.
(read : Degenerates!!!!!)
Later that night as we wandered around the tables at The Rio, we decided to sit down again. Let's just say that by the time we'd heard from CK and VinNay, we were about to leave our third very successful session of Let it Ride for the day. ;o)
I bought cmitch his Birthday beer as promised. We chatted with Bayne and CK a whole lot more, and met Pvanharibo, (although I was not aware of it at the time!) and a few others. So some drinks at the bar and some great conversation, made for a perfect cap to the night.
More later....
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
With our full intention being a return to the MTT at The Riviera, we sat down at a table of Let it Ride/three card poker early in the morning there. We figured we'd kill some time until the 10 am start of the NLHE event. We would not make the 10 am event!
I went on a run that I've only ever seen others get on before. Now no real monster hands as such, but a run of no-brainer after no-brainer, followed by dealt down trips, followed by dealt down trips turned boat, followed by a three card straight flush turned 5 card flush etc..etc...etc...
Let me tell you, there's something SOOOOOOOOOO special about having the pit boss at a gaming table, come over and ask if he can chip you up because, "you seem to have the vast majority of $25 chips available at the table sir!" It was now 11:30 and we'd been sitting there for a couple of hours. We took the chip up as a sign to leave happy. So we did. We left the Riviera and headed right to the IP. Back to Let it Ride and three card poker! How well did we do there you ask? I thought the chip up was very special at the Riv. That was until I realized I had "brown-suits" watching me at the IP.
Our dealer said, "you're on a good run!"
The Pit Boss said, "Quite the run you have going!"
Roz the Cocktail waitress said, "The guy in the brown suit, is security."
Bam-Bam said, "How come no one ever pays attention when I lose 10 in a row?"
Yep, I went ten winners in a row.
6- No brainers of which 2 turned into a set.
3- Nothings that turned into a pair of 10's or better
1- three card straight that improved to make the five card straight.
Then in a brilliant move, the lovely old girl that we'd met everytime we'd played at the IP, hadn't put her money on the three card bonus the very next hand. I put $5 on it for her. I get dealt trip Jacks and set my cards down immediately. She looks over at me and says, "WOW!" As the first card up is the 6 of hearts, she tucks her cards under the last chip and say's, "Let 'er Ride!" I ask what she has, but she just smiles at me the same way she had been doing on the earlier days. The King of hearts comes up on the river and she smacks her hands together and say's, "DAMN!" She was dealt the 3, 4 and 5 of hearts for the three card straight flush. The 6 of hearts gave her two outs for the five card straight flush and she wanted it pretty bad. The whole time, I thought her wow was for the hand I'd been dealt.
She tried to give me a lot of the chips she'd just won, but I kindly refused. So the next hand we played, she tossed my chip from the three card bonus spot back to me and said, "I got this one." It was my first loss since sitting down.
Up an awful lot of chips and feeling the hunger pangs of a degenerate gambler, I suggested to Peb's that we head out and grab a bite to eat. We left the second Casino of the day, up a substantial amount.
We managed to make it to one of the later NLHE MTT's at The Riviera and it was game on from there. Had it been a knock-out format, I think I would have made an awful lot of moola on this one. I single handedly removed each player at my table with monster hands such as, flopped Quads, flopped nut straights and several nut boat over boat situations. Today was my day and the cards just kept on coming. The four starting tables were breaking down very rapidly and by breaktime, we were down to just two. As I went for my smoke, I surveyed the remaining stacks, Pebbles seemed to be the chip leader over at her table as well. I sensed something special right at that moment. In the next 30 minutes, we managed to get down to final table. Everyone moved to the table I was at, and for a very good reason! It would have taken us forever to rack my chipstack at that point! Even chipping me up took the dealer and T/D a solid 5 or 6 minutes to do. What a feeling!
In the perfect situation that Hollyweird itself couldn't have scripted, it came down to me and Peb's heads up. One look at the prize money involved for first and second places in a $50, 36 player event and our decision to make the chop was easily made. Besides, the faster we got out of there, the faster we could get back to the tables.
(read : Degenerates!!!!!)
Later that night as we wandered around the tables at The Rio, we decided to sit down again. Let's just say that by the time we'd heard from CK and VinNay, we were about to leave our third very successful session of Let it Ride for the day. ;o)
I bought cmitch his Birthday beer as promised. We chatted with Bayne and CK a whole lot more, and met Pvanharibo, (although I was not aware of it at the time!) and a few others. So some drinks at the bar and some great conversation, made for a perfect cap to the night.
More later....
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
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