New Orleans was NOT the big easy.

Ive been back from the circuit trip for about a week now. Sorry I havent updated since, just been busy around here and the ol lady was getting ready to go on a cruise with her family. Anwyways, Yeah...compaired to last year, this years trip was a complete FAIL. From what I can gather it was a mixture of bad spots by me, and the truly TERRIBLE players that lurk in the dirty south of N.O. I shall now branch off into the next paragraph and begin from A and go to Z. Buckle down, and excuse the language.

Well, to start things off, NOONE wanted to go with to make the roadtrip. I had some friends wanting to save $ to go to vegas right around now. I cant blame those people. Me however, Im not paying flight and hotel to travel all the way over to vegas to play 1/2. Not knocking it, just doesnt make since to me. Others that where ganna go ending up dumping all of their teeny tiny bankrolls before hand. So there I was. Me and Mr. GPS....and lots of tracks via IPOD. The tourny started at noon, plus if the registration line was like last year, you needed to be there at least an hour early. I think I left around 5:30am. Didnt hit any traffic from B.R.
Oh shit, wait...rewind...I got fucking owned in Washington parish. Apparently due to the economy being in a shit storm, all these bunkass towns are poppin bastards left and right. 6mph over the speed limit and your getting tagged buddy! I was passing a diesel over a bridge, along with 3 other cars...YES...THREE OTHERS!!!! When coming back down the bridge there is officer fuck face. Tagging me...the last mohegan of the pack. GREAT! Gettin that fixed as we speak you cock sucker!

After that ordeal, no more problems on the way in. Got into town I guess close to 10. Tried to park in the casino parking lot...OWNED. "Sorry sir, we are at maximum capacity." SHIT...another bad beat to tack on. Im really not familiar with the back roads of this area, so when I was told to find new parking, that was just music to my ears. I knew where my hotel was, but didnt pre pay for parking there. Made moves that way...think like 4 blocks down Poydras, right off Camp st. There she was...Queen & Crescent Hotel. Oh look...public parking right across the street in what seem to be a very nice building for just parking...SCORE. Until I see its almost $50 for 24hr parking. HOLY F#CK!!! Piss...oh well. Ticket please!
I grab all my stuff...well the one big gym bag full of clothes and my poker bag (the stringed bags that basketball players cary). Go down the elevators and am Now facing the opposite side of the building. Walk around wall to front exit... OMG. Its a bank. A very well dressed, upitty class bank...and I walk right through the lobby, bags in hand, making moves....PSH...How I roll. I piss excellence.

Hotel was nice. Bar out front...wi-fi. Unpacked and layed down for maybe an hour. Kept trying to get in touch with monkey. Fucker never answered.
"Ok, lets go knock out this registration crap." Whoa...yeah, line...bigger than last year. It was easily wrapped all the way back to the poker room. Line slow as piss at first, then they opened up all the computer stands at Douche Bags Cove. Little gay dudes walking by asking for "bevaragezzzz, cocktailzzzz". Was creepy...all the exagerated zzzz at the end of all there words was deffinitely engaging peripheral vision at all times. Better not ease up on Joe Joe.

As the line picked up noticed some of the Facebook posse'. Steve Frezer walked by making sure everyone had Players Cards and ID's. Monkey finally called and I gladly broke the news of the Guiness World Record line....and then he gets a gift from above....Steve hooks him up. FUCKER!!!
Dwyte Pilgrim walked up on the line with the "WTF" face. LMAO. Which by the way...Dude, I dont know if that was your ol lady with you. If so, NICE JOB!!!
That being said. I shall cover my own azz right now.

Ashley...I still love you. You are my little scoop of hotness. Do not kill me because I gave someone else a compliment.

Moving on...

I decided to go play cash until the tourny started. Only game open was 2/5. Long storty short, I could have raked in a 6-700 pot if I hadnt opened my big damn mouth. I flopped a gut shot...turned a pair with it, then river fired a big/ almost pot size bet. Dude tanked...well when he counted out 325 in green I honestly thought he was ganna call...so I tried to pop some lingo in their and play mind tricks. Yeah, didnt work...He called after that. SHIT!!!! Could have freerolled the tourny and still been up for the day. S.O.B!!!!!

Oh well...lesson learned. He later told me that the bet was perfect. He was folding. He was just counting to do so to save face when he laid down his big pair. I felt better knowing the bet itself wasnt getting called. Next time, Mouth stays zipped.
i actually chip back up almost to even before I leave. Thank GOD!!!

Tourny starts...Huge crowed. Im down in the middle. Table 52, seat 4. Terrible...from start to end...terrible. I found that my cash style of play was taking over to begin with. Playin hands that shouldnt be played. 3 bullet firing...just everything you were NOT suppose to do. I started off that way mainly cause from first glance...It looked like I was the best player at my table. I really thought I could own these fools. Well with a little mixture of card dead and donkatrons....that left me with 20% of my starting stack going into level 3 when I get moved to a new table.

Up to the stage again!!! Nice...to bad I have a garbage stack this time when I make my table entrance. I last maybe...MAYBE one more level. Get my A8 in UTG and get called by Button with 10's. He flops a set...turns a full. Later peoples.

I would rather sit here, not knowing what happened and just blame it on bad players and just running bad. Truth is...I should not have been playing that aggressive. I should have left cash game in the poker room. Everything that happened was my fault. I hate knowing that. Because now, I the only way to have personal resolution will be waiting for a whole year before I can go back to the same place and show that room that I can play. I can make deep runs. If dont get what Im saying, your just not a competitive person like I am , I guess.

Get ahold of monkey after I get roasted...come to find out...I lasted longer than he did. WHAT?? 8 hands monk? WOW! Shit happens....After he finished up online in his hotel, we made moves to try to Holy Grail of sushi out. We walk the somewhat humid/slighty warm, yet windy walk all the way down to the place...BOOM...another bad beat.

"Oh, hey guys...yeah, sorry...we dont open for another Hour and half..."

We both agreed he was way to excited to tell us that. Like he was waiting at the door to tell people, sorry...we dont want your money just yet.
We go to another spot, cajun food. My type of stuff as well. Really good food. I got alligator parmesian/ stuffed mushrooms, and a chocolate cake that would make you a diabetic in one bite.
We had good convo. Caught up on what has been happening poker related/and not. Made fun of our cracked out waitress and the starving buss boy that was no doubt eating all my left overs.

Then we get the gameplan of crushing sng's in our minds. Stroll over to the meat locker and slab out $125 with a $20 last longer. Get intro'd to "Smoke". Young guy from B.R. Cool as ice water. Im not a sng person at all...so I get chopped 3rd or 4th out. Go sign up for the nightly while Im having nothing else to do.

Hours go by of just killing time, and throwing the accassional dice when I walk past it.

Nightly begins. WOW...deck hits me in the face. Before the first level is over i have over 20k in chips. Started with 5k

End up meeting Bill here from the website! All of about 20 sec. Didnt shoot the shit or nothing...was straight up "Hey, your Joey? Oh hey, Im bill!" nice to meet you yada yada, and then didnt see him the rest of the night?! Dude, cold beers and good food next time. No doubt!

Get moved to smokes table. We owned that bitch! Moving in on weak 3x bets, check raising all in on weak c-bets...and everytime...showing the bluff. "Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, good for the game, weeeeeeee!!!!!" Hahaha
That was the funnest time at a table in a lonnnnng time.

Yeah, all this sounds like surely Joe Joe shipped it!

WRONG...bubbled...fucking....bubbled. Thank God I had saves with the 2 amigo's.

That ended at like, shit....almost 3am. I went straight to the hotel...grabbed a crown and coke from the bar on the way up and just relaxed. Strongest drink from a bartender ever FYI! Thank you sir!!!

Came back home the next day. yeah, yeah, I know...hit and run.

Couple of things made that call. Family, mothers day, ol lady stuff.
All n all it was a fun trip...not profitable to say the least, but fun still.

Okay, Its 5pm and I just woke up 2 hours ago and starving. Ill update again tom. about some good online runs here lately.

lat3r