Hostile TakeoverTrump Lake Michigan Revisited
(This entry crossposted to Steal The Blinds.)
Played some $3/$6 limit hold'em today at Trump Lake Michigan.
Well, technically, it's not TLM anymore; they were recently bought out by the neighboring Majestic Star Casino. Trump still appears in some places, but they're wiping out all evidence of The Don pretty quickly.
Someone's been reading what I wrote. Evidently the first thing the new administration did was address the sticky-chip issue. The chips are new, and they're spectacular. (And after I even bought — and brought — diaper wipes, as I threatened.) I paid so much attention to the wonderful chips that I dropped $100.
Okay, it wasn't really from the chips; I had K/K and Q/Q cracked. But I did score one huge win to keep me from having a horrible day:
I'm in middle position with A§/A¨. The big blind is called by someone in early position, a tough and slightly unpredictable player, prone to fits of both genius and stupidity. It's then raised by the lady on my left, who was loose preflop but aggressive enough afterwards to win several pots by forcing folds (and at live 3/6, that's saying something). I make it $9 to go, and it's called by the player on my left, a complete fish who never folded, rarely raised, and was insanely lucky. In one later stretch he took down five straight pots. He was also the one responsible for cracking my kings when he turned an ace to go with his A/6 offsuit, which he then played so passively that I bet into him turn and river, only to lose. He called, the bipolar player called, the lady capped it for $12 and we all call that.
The flop comes 3/3/3. I don't remember the suits, but obviously, it hardly matters. Bipolar bets, the lady raises, and I make it $9 again. Everyone calls. I start wondering about which method of painful and brutal murder I will exact upon anyone, especially the fish, who called a capped preflop pot holding any hand which contained the case trey. (It was that kinda day for me.)
The turn was Aª, which was a fantastic card for me, since it gave me Aces full, and the nut full house can only lose to quads, which I feared might have been out. But at least with the ace I don't have to worry about anyone else catching a better boat than treys full of aces. Bipolar checks, the lady checks, and I bet, which is then called by both remaining players.
The river was irrelevant. Checked to me, I bet, it's called around, and I turn over my aces full instantly, saying, "I hope nobody has a 3." Nobody did, but they all showed their losing hands: Bipolar had pocket nines. The lady had pocket kings. The fish had pocket sevens, and I scoop a $136 pot.
Even though the management has changed, the room is still the nicest one within 250 miles. I hope the Majestic Star II, as Trump will soon be called, continues to offer a great poker experience.
And clean chips.
Though I don't know what the hell I'm going to do with these diaper wipes.