Another kid Another dream tl;dr
In 2004, I was a junior in high school, 2 Sport Varsity athlete, A student, with a pretty girlfriend and an aspiration to one day work on Wall St. Then I discovered poker like the rest of America. I played hours on end (online and live) and was relatively successful.
Flash forward 2 years. The UGIGA, or whatever the hell that worthless group of dream crushers is called, had to ruin the party and steal all the online fish. Well, once the dead money morons left the scene, as Darwin predicted, the strong survived. Like many around this time I came to the realization that I was not one of them. After a year of break even to slightly losing poker, and an inability to find meaning in VPIPs and Poker Stove hand ranges, I quit the online world and started focusing on school.
I’m a senior in college now. I passed up a chance to play college golf, I barely hold a C average, and I lack motivation. I’ve got no girlfriend, no prospects, and nothing on the horizon. Unknowingly, I gave up everything for the stupid poker pipe dream. Every morning I open my eyes and hear Cosmo Kramer asking me If I “have any conceivable reason for waking up in the morning?” I am Costanza.
For the past 3 years of college I’ve re introduced myself to the live poker scene and done fairly well in the 1/2, and sometimes 2/5nl games, while adding a couple small tournament scores as well. No longer am I crushing, but I’ve made enough coin to never have to worry about beer, food, or books. Add in the money I made before the online games went dry and my roll is sitting dangerously close to three stacks of high society. However, sick of the “grind” and dealing with live variance I’ve decided to take a chance and follow in the footsteps of everyone’s hero Mike McD.
I’ve booked a room for 3 weeks over my winter break on the strip and will head down with my full bank roll, fully prepared to lose it all taking my shot at the 5/10 and 10/20nl games. The game has stolen the majority of my youth, and left me with nothing but dirty money and a Christian Bale like anger problem. I look at the self proclaimed “regulars (lol)” (as if that makes it okay to be a fat, smelly, worthless *******) who stroll into my local casino daily, unshowered and unhappy, taking out their anger in the form of snide remarks to the dealers and waitresses, and won’t let that happen to me (hope I’m not offending any 2p2ers).
So 5/10 and 10/20 Vegas regulars begin licking your chops. Starting this Friday I’ll be living the life of a Vegas local, attempting to beat the mid stakes NL, and hopefully meeting some interesting people and hearing some cool stories (this is Vegas after all). I’ll probably post fairly frequent trip reports. If the idea of this bores you or you become uninterested because I can’t make 80 ****ing K in one day, then go read OoBillyoO’s trip reports.
Also if anyone knows any regular BBall games, or plays racquetball, or golf (Do people play golf in December in Vegas?) and wants to get together for some exercise shoot me a PM. A wise man once told me a fat stomach never breeds fine thoughts.
Edit 1/25/16: In 2016 drbeechwood compiled and lightly edited the original posts in this thread. The document is available as a download at:
