By StrayBullet on April 20th, 2007 (more posts by author)

I wasn't looking forward to heading back to LA but Vegas was booked solid and I wasn't in the mood to pay $300 for a short over-nite stay. I decided to head down 15S to check out the room availability in Jean and Primm, barring getting a room, I'd drive back. Thankfully I scored a cheap room in Jean, about 30 minutes south of the strip and after a decent sleep, I was headed to Caesars for the noon tourney, then the long drive back.

$130 total and I got settled in for a hopeful session of good cards, but that was quickly quashed as we found ourselves seated with a OBNOXIOUS drunk know-it-all. I was laughing it up, having a good time and making table friends as usual which this guy HATED. I got called a mother farker and was told my chip protector was farking gay. That got him his one and only warning...no more friends after that...LMFAO! This guy went on a table tear, ripping into hands and players alike. Management kept a close eye but he never pushed the line enough to get booted and the drinks kept coming his way. Once again, I found myself on the bad-end of cards, playing the push-bot short-stack. When the table folded to me in late position, I pushed with JTs on "his" blind and he called (I had him covered) without a second thought. He tabled J7 and with a flopped 2-pair, I busted the ARSE and became the table hero! 2 table changes later, I open push when I spy a lone ace but get looked up by AQ and AA, AQ turned a straight and that was all she wrote. I hit the road, wishing I'd left the nite before and the drive took over 6 hours with traffic and delays.