And I get hammered; when lagfish run hot, there really is nothing you can do. He has A8s, I have A9s. The big blind also has A8s, and I do not win. I have aces, he has 8s. I do not win. I have AKs, he has 96o. I do not win. All of these pots were capped, by him, preflop. The carnage is graphic, and I've been at the casino for approaching 9 hours now. But I buy 3 more racks (bringing the total for the game to an even half dozen) and soldier on. The bleeding stops, the lagfish leaves (by the way, the lagfish is also a prop who hit and ran the 40 for $1800 earlier today, literally picking up on his button) but I don't really like win any pots. It's 9:05 and I resolve to go home before my next blind. I rack up my chips. I pick up KK UTG and say "great, this will be my last hand". I raise, the big blind defends, and I bust him (the flop is 765ss and he has K8s, so it's no small victory for my 93% preflop favorite to actually hold up) and he....doesn't rebuy. He just leaves from the small blind position.
So now I can't leave. Why, you ask? I get a lap with a small blind on the button, which is a huge advantage, so I decide to play one more lap. Foolish, you say? Perhaps. But when you're trying to grind a living out of this game you can't pass up edges. So I play my big blind (in the small blind position) and nothing happens. A new player comes from the freshly broken 40 and takes his free hand in the cutoff as I post my small blind on the button. The cards are dealt and God's truth I don't even pay attention until the man in seat 3 turns over his cards and is screaming "two deuces? two deuces?" and the guy who just called all in on the river in seat 9 turns over 2 deuces. I look at the board:
6h 3h 2s - 2h - X
I look at the cards
We go go bananas. The floor can't decide if it's the big one ($100K) or the regular one (which was up to $61K anyway) because he thinks it has to be quad 10s beaten. We inform him that's not true, that the light is one, bring the 100 large. Sure enough, we are correct, and an awkward celebration ensues. I don't know how to describe it, but we just had the wrong mix of people. The big winner was this nitty white guy who barely said a word. The $25K winner was an older Asian man who was very calm and subdued. There really was nobody at the table who was super duper excited. 3 people immediately picked up. We fought on for another 40 minutes or so after they took our IDs and everything, but the game eventually broke. It took over 90 minutes for them to start paying the table shares, which were $3572 a piece (all 7 of us were dealt in, and we got 25% of the money). Congratulations pour in on my cell phone, but one message stands out from Torello:
"So are you up or down now on jackpot drops?"
I do the math....a shade under 2000 live LA hours. 3 hands per hour, $1 per hand dropped, $6000 dropped....I've won $5572. Way to be a buzz kill Torello.