Rudy Edwards

I've been kind of lax on keeping up with the blog lately, but mostly because very little had changed. I've been a steady winner at the 1-2 game, but wasn't willing to move up. Well, that all changed when I dropped by the Rio to check out the main event's progress. I got on the 2-5 list so I can bypass the spectator line.

There are multiple old magic players in still doing well in the main event. I didn't know Dario, the chip leader, very well. I did know Brock Parker, and Justin informs me he's a multi master now. He finished yesterday with over a million in chips. Chris Lovelace was a regular in the Atlanta area tourneys, and he's still in, as well. Ken's buddies Alex and Isaac are also in the top 300. It's good to have people to root for.

When I got a seat, it was the co-ed table. There were four wives/girlfriends of main event players at the table. At no point did I feel like I was playing over my head at this table, and wasn't getting very much respect either. The gentleman to my right put in a raise with a short stack. I felt he was steaming from a hand he'd lost a few minutes earlier, and I three bet him with JJ. He pushed for his remaining stack, and I called him. after a Q came out on the flop, and a A on the turn I was sure I'd lost. I showed my JJ, and the player started bitching about the Ace... and showed his KQ. He complained for 15 or 20 seconds while scooping the pot about how he was sure the Ace had screwed him again.

What a moron.

Later, when he lost his stack to Nell, a very attractive Costa Rican whose husband was doing well in the Main Event, he berated her for playing a hand near perfectly. You would think if him thinking her play was bad wouldn't get him to keep his mouth shut, he'd consider not berating her because she's gorgeous and as a man wants to encourage her to be comfortable playing at the table.

I also discovered that I just didn't have the balls to bluff when I knew it would work. Circumstances put me in position to play with a player that I was sure was on a missed draw, but so was I. He bet $220 into a $300 pot, and the player with a showdownable hand got out of our way. I thought long and hard about making it $600 to go, but just couldn't pull the trigger. Hoping to at least find out if I was right, I made a comment that if he was bluffing, he was a master and he showed K high.

Well, If I don't have the balls to run that big a rebluff yet, perhaps i'm not really ready for 2-5 NL, but I do feel better that my read was correct.

I finished that game up $635. I took off for some In-N-Out burger, and finished the night up at MGM, where I polished off the day over $1k.

I've got one day left, and I think I'll spend it at the 2-5 at the Rio.