Last night I went down to meet up with 2+2er Heisenb3rg who’s in town from Toronto to grind out some limit and check on lakong in the 6-max turbo (busto) and LakeofFire in the single table tournaments (couple of chops). After having a drink with Heisenb3rg, I surveyed the cash game action. Check this out, last night (Wed) around 9p, at least 45 tables of NL and tons of other action!

Main Poker Room



No limit

6+ tables of 1/2 $40 max
7 tables 2/3 $100 max
9 tables 3/5 $200 max
13 tables 5/10 $400 max
8 tables of 10/20 $600+
1 table of 20/40 $2k+
Interest for a 50/100 NL
1 table of 100/200 NL $30k+
1 table of 200/400 NL

Limit

1 table of 1/2
3 tables of 2/4
X tables of 4/8 missed this but I know they’re spreading it
2 tables of 8/16 half kill
4 tables of 9/18
4 tables of 40/80
3 tables of 60/120
3 tables of 100/200
1 table of 200/400
1 table of 400/800
1 table of 300/600 mixed
1 table of 600/1200 mixed

Other games

2 tables of Chinese poker; one 100/Kondition, one 200/Kondition
4 tables of 4/8 stud
Interest for 40/80 stud 8 or better
2 tables 4/8 Omaha hi/lo
2 tables of 30/60 Omaha hi-lo split with 1/3 kill
Interest list for PLO

I probably missed some games but you get the idea. Among the name players I saw: an oddly sober Layne Flack playing Badugi; Eli Elezra, Jennifer Harman and Todd Brunson in what looked to be an 800/1600 mixed game; Jean-Robert Bellande voted off Survivor but welcome in 100/200 NL; and Shawn Sheikhan playing Chinese poker short-handed. In the tournament room, Mel Judah, Shannon Elizabeth and lots of knuckleheads I recognized from other events.


You girls here with anyone else?

I hadn’t planned on playing but as I was wandering around the tournament room, they were seating a $280 sit-n-go and needed a final entrant. An omen, obv. I took the seat. The $280 sit-n-go starts with 1500 chips, 25/25 blinds and 15-minute levels. My tablemates reminded me of my ex—bloated, unthinking and little regard for value. I mentally booked the easy win.



I'd barely settled in and called for a cocktail waitress, when on the 2nd hand of the tournament, I looked down at pocket queens. Now two girls and me flush with cash is an obvious trouble spot, but with one Jack Daniels in me and another on order, I felt up for the challenge. One EP limper to me, I raised 100 and got three callers.

The flop was a nice QJ2.

The players checked to me. The arrival of the 3rd little temptress filled me with lust, and I showed off for the girls by tossing $300 into the pot. One for each of you!

Call. Call. EP limper now shoved. WTF? Sir, I’m not abandoning three hotties at this party and leaving. I call. Call. Crying call. Ok, let’s see them, folks.

EP guy who re-raised me all-in flips up 22.
I present my harem with pride QQ.
Pretender to my left shows KT.
And Crying Caller shows T9.

Sadly, like other similar situations (me lit, multiple women), this ended with me short on cash when an unwelcome third party presented himself—in this case, a river K. Stunned by this pimp, I prepared to head out in shame. But as the winner (Crying Caller) scooped the pot, I realized he had donked off a few chips in the very first hand. I collected a $375 side pot. Taxi fare.

Guy to my right says “Hey, you made money!”
“Well, not exactly.” I responded as I sat back down.
“Oh…yeah…I guess you’re right.”

The blinds were only 25/25 and I still had chips, so like any guy so worked, I struggled to rebuild. Ironically, I built back up to 800 courtesy of JJ which held multi-way but bounced out shortly thereafter when I called a shove on my blind with AQo. AQo < ATs and I was out.

Ok, let me get this right, Edmond…you get it in right with four women and you’re home by 11p with no money? Well, yeah...but I'm going back. The cash games are SICK!

Edmond

Author’s Note

After yesterday’s fiasco in Phoenix, my closest friends quickly determined I was a threat to myself and others and checked me in to UCLA’s psych ward pursuant to section 5150 of the California code. My recollection of the actual events is still sketchy, but the security report said that sometime around 6:50p PST, I flew into an uncontrolled rage at the Mirage Super Bowl party, pelting anyone wearing Giants attire with barbecued chicken wings and soft pretzels and threatening to “rid the world of that surly chimp Coughlin and the entire Manning clan” and to “burn the Meadowlands to the ground.” Apparently, I then pounded my own head against a beer cart until “it [the cart] was no longer suitable for use.”

According to the LVPD report, my friends “reacted quickly and professionally”, secured my hands and feet with waitress garters and party wristbands and wheeled me from the Mirage on a bellman’s cart. The Mirage staff referenced me “lunging toward other guests in the taxi line” and shrieking something about my own ability to “hit a 49-yard field goal in a dome” and that “any idiot who’s played Madden ’04 could beat those crazies with screen passes.” I’ve no recollection of said incident(s), but I can’t in good conscience deny them given the barbecue sauce and mustard stains on my Patriots hat and Bud Light logo bruised into my forehead. That my friends got my through airport security and the 45-minute flight to LA without third-party notification of the FAA is a testament to their diplomatic skills and resourcefulness under duress.

In any event, as of 9 am this morning, the ward staff has determined that supervised visits with immediate family and limited communication with friends might help speed my return to the mainstream. All pens and other sharp objects are still prohibited from my room until further notice and my mouth guard is still in place, but I’ve been cleared to use a fixed keyboard for periods “not to exceed one hour.” Hence, this quick update with a 10-pound cat in my lap and wife chattering in the background.


Super Bowl weekend



As I mentioned in the previous post, every year my friends and I head to Las Vegas for the Super Bowl. In my opinion, Las Vegas is a better play than attending in person—more intensity (see also, LVPD report), better food and easy access to fishy poker tables. My first time in LV for the Super Bowl was in 2001 with a Patriots cheerleader in tow and that worked out well enough to block out the first week of February ad infinitum. That relationship was a predictable bust but the Pats have been steady contenders ever since and my degenerate friends provide just enough blackjack and craps action to warrant invitation for six to attend a party each year. My poker earn has also improved dramatically since 2001. Ergo, we go.

We flew into town Saturday morning and it struck me that the airport was kind of a ghost town given the weekend. The LAX-Las Vegas flight was a third empty, the terminal in LV pretty subdued and the taxi line less than a 5-minute wait. Super Bowl weekend is a popular weekend in Vegas, but as of Saturday morning, Bellagio was offering internet deals on room for Saturday and Sunday night at a discount from their regular weekend rate. It’ll be interesting to see how the retrenchment of the American consumer shows up in the casino year-to-year comp numbers.


The Mirage

We headed for Carnegie Deli at the Mirage to refuel and establish a game plan for the week-end. The offensive coordinators thought the right line was check-in, gym, gambol and steak dinner to establish a rhythm, segue to a post-dinner NL session to wear down the defense and then run out the clock with the Super Bowl party on Sunday. We all agreed the plan made sense and broke on “Pats in a blowout!”



I headed down to the spa to hook up for a quick workout and possible massage. I managed my expectations as I approached the girl at the front desk. Walk-in massage availability on the Saturday of Super Bowl weekend? In prior years, the desk staff would laugh me into the steam room but this year, no problem. Four o’clock ok? Sure, sure. See you then. After my workout/massage, I hunted down my friends who had positioned at a craps table at TI.


”I can’t look!”

I’m not a big gambler by shaundeeb et al. standards, but a little craps session is always good for some laughs. Besides, one of the guys with us who makes mid-high six figures and is eerily comfortable at $10/20 NL, turns into a little old lady with $200+ on a craps table. I figured I’d have some fun forcing him to put his max odds bets down and joined the group. As it was, he didn’t disappoint, turning away from the table like he’d seen his dog run into traffic every time the dice were in the air. Good comedy.

I finished the session up $800 courtesy of once-in-a-lifetime roll by a craps newbie. This 6’4” bruiser had no idea what he was doing but was up 4x on his money with other people howling about his godlike skills throughout his 45-minute roll. He was clearly pleased with his newfound talent and anxious for the dice to find their way to his paw again. I colored up and left before witnessing the certain awkwardness of a 240-lb man sobbing in the presence of total strangers.

We headed back to the Mirage and I re-invested my winnings in two bottles of Dominus for the group. Steak, seafood and good cabernet are an excellent pre-game meal for any NL session so by 10p I was ready to hit the Mirage poker room.


The pokers

The Mirage was full but not packed and we were immediately seated in a $2/5 NL game, usually the biggest NL game in the room.



My friends and I each bought in for the maximum so there was a nice overlay of $250 for each of the other six players. We each managed to pull a few hundred from the game and got on a list for a $115 sit-n-go. I recorded specifics on the hands I played but somehow deleted the files. Here’s what I have from memory.


Hand 1

I’m in the big blind with AKo, four players limped to me and I made it $25 to go. I got two callers including the button. I whiffed the 553 flop but fired $50 into the $100 pot anyway. The button, a young guy with roughly $500 in front, called. Oh nice, float me. Why not?

Turn was an A and I checked, knowing he’d bet into the grey-haired guy scared of the ace. He accommodated me with a $115 bet and I bumped it to $230. He thought for a minute and called. When the river blanked, I shoved the river and immediately kicked myself for not letting him bluff again. He folded, of course, and I stacked a nice pot. I should note that to the delight of my friends, I spilled chips everywhere with the flop check-raise. Whatever, I took the pot.


Hand 2

An orbit or two later I was in the small blind with jacks. One of my friends made in $20 to go and I called. I prefer to re-raise there and narrow the field, but I wasn’t paying close attention and headed to the flop four-way, out-of-position with JJ. Cool.

Fortunately, the flop was a lovely JTx.

I checked my top set and the table checked back to my friend who bet $40. Back to me, I contemplated a slow play but didn’t like that draw-heavy board 4-way. I begged the gods to let my friend have a real hand here and moved $120 into the pot. Bah! He (and everyone else) folded and later told me he had AK.


Hand 3

The last hand I pulled any dough with was A5 in the small blind. Limped to me, I completed and saw a 243 flop. I bet out with my wheel and got one caller. I continued on the blank turn and took the $60-ish pot.


Dude, that’s nasty.

It was shortly after midnight and I was getting bored, so I got up from the table and checked the sit-n-go lists to see if anything was close to seating. They immediately called for a $115 but several guys on the waitlist didn’t show. I waved my friends over.

The Mirage $115 sit-n-go runs with 1500 chips and 15 minute levels and pays two spots. About six of us put on a last longer and we were off. For the most part, the field comprised the usual “some guys knowing what they’re doing but most not” competition. Among others, there was a talkative but likable guy to my right that seemed to know what he was doing, an aggressive guy to his right in hip-hop gear, an Israeli guy who seemed better suited to a kibbutz than a sit-n-go, my friends and a redneck to my left chewing tobacco and spitting at the table.

The Mirage has a rule against chew at the table and I initially thought this dude had some sort of tooth problem, but when he started filling a cup with spit, it all came disgusting clear. When my friend moved in on his late limp with Kx and busted his AA with a KKx flop, I celebrated inside. Dude, take that back to Alabama where it belongs.

That same friend and I ended up chopping the tournament for $475 each (net of dealer tip and not counting the last longer). Some critical hands at the end…

My friend’s K2o > AA.

My K5o short stack push > A8s when the 5 hit the flop.

My A5o > K2o, ATo > A6o and AQo > T6o, in rapid succession to knock out the #3 player (the aggressive player to my right) who had been chip leader throughout.

We chopped around 2:00a and I called it a night.


Good fold!

On Sunday, I got up, met my friends for a quick breakfast (no line at the Café either) and headed off to the poker table to collect a few bets and load up on the Patriots less the points.

The table was uneventful other than one guy who kept betting his good hands hard and flipping them up each time his opponents folded, congratulating them on their “Good fold.” Why on Earth anyone would provide free information and ongoing validation about good decision-making is beyond me, but I mentally thanked him for myself and my buddies. I ended up down $30 courtesy of a bet/min-check raise/fold at the river with AT on a AKxKx three heart board and a pair of pocket kings that held three-way to a Axx flop.

I racked up and hit the gym for an hour or so before the party. I’ll be honest—while watching the pre-game show and Hall-of-Famers offering sycophantic praise to Tom Brady, I began to get a bad feeling about the game. I’m all for confidence in any aspect of life, but for some reason, these Patriots didn’t look as singularly focused and relentless as in years past. I shook it off to pre-game jitters and finished the workout with a quick steam and shower.


And now for the fun…

After the workout, I hunted down my friends. We picked up our entry wristbands and headed over to the party for gluttony and glory. To assist with the former, the Mirage sets up several huge buffet lines and multiple bars in a series of connected ballrooms. For the latter, there are flat screen monitors everywhere you turn and the main ballroom has 15-20 huge projection screens and a fully-synchronized sound system. Just to keep things light, a number of beverage vendors scatter talented cocktail waitresses throughout the event to defend their market share. I picked up turkey sandwich, flagged down a Corona girl and settled in for the Patriots 2008 victory lap…

Vegas for the Super Bowl?

Yikes, it’s been a long time since I’ve updated. We’ve been over the top busy with site-related updates and fixes, upcoming new features and partnerships. I’ve been splitting my remaining time between a casino project in Fresno and my day job as an ersatz piano salesman. Finally, I’ve been having computer problems almost daily which, for a liberal arts/content guy, is a total drag. None of these are good excuses for not posting but still—work can be such an intrusion to regular posting.

First things first, I’ll be in Las Vegas at the Mirage or Bellagio to watch the New England Patriots introduce Eli Manning and the Giants to men’s football. If anyone expects to be in town for that dark comedy, email me. BTW, if you’ve got the option to go to Vegas for the Super Bowl, I recommend it. I’ve been to the game live and watched it from a casino SB party. The Vegas play is far superior—better intensity (someone has something riding on every play), better food and, of course, the opportunity to fleece poker newbies before and after the game.

After I collect on my betting tickets, I’ll be back in LA and expect to take a couple of runs at LAPC events and satellites. I haven’t played a live tournament since my Club One Casino Ace of Diamonds flameout, so my entry fee should provide a nice overlay to the other entrants. If you’re in town, I’m the skinny, grey-haired guy with the voice recorder sucking up to casino personnel in between hands. Can’t miss me.


Comedy Night at Club One

On my last Fresno trip, I did manage to return to Club One for a little live poker. It was a busy Thursday night with about 15 cash games and another half-dozen tournament tables running. The Club’s biweekly $5/10 NL game and the Thurs night re-buy always draws a pretty good crowd. I got a couple of shots with my camera phone here...


The main board



The main room



Another look




I didn’t have much dough with me and there was a list for the $5/10 and the $3/5 NL, so I sat down in the $2/2 NL $40-100 min-max. The 2/2 game at Club One includes the usual mix of a couple solid players, more players who overplay 2nd pair and draws and a nice complement of limp/call/”Dammit, I missed the flop again” post-flop folders.

Some highlights from the session…


Hand 1

About an hour in, I was up a buy-in courtesy of a pair of jacks versus some other hand that felt the need to check/call to the river on a 33TKK board. In any event, I was in middle position with KK, bumped it to $8 and got four callers.

The flop came AKJ and the big blind, an Indian guy talking non-stop, pushed for $80+. I called knowing that my set of kings was good but he scooped with A4 when the 2 hit the river. The guy was annoying about the beat, celebrating and taunting that I “never should have called”, but in the spirit of my namesake I just made a mental note to even the score at a future date.


Hand 2

A woman shoved $500 into a $30 pot on a QJx rainbow board with at least three left to act and was called immediately by a player sitting with $200. Her T9 failed to get there and he picked up 100BB with TPTK. I saw her do it twice more over the course of the evening, each time with a straight draw. The guy to my left (her friend) commented to her that he can always tell when she’s on a draw because she overbets huge, to which she responded…”Well, I just wanted to take down the pot on the flop. I didn’t want a call.” I love low stakes NL!


Hand 3

I lost the balance of my stack when KQo < KJo on a KT7 board all-in on the flop. J turn and I was looking for a chip runner.


Hand 4

I tripled up with pocket QQ v AA v JJ all-in pre-flop. QJxxx board and I owed an apology to the AA player to my direct left.


Hand 5

A gross angle shoot was thwarted when the same woman who over-bet her draw above moved in at the river on a KQx9x board. She was called by my earlier nemesis, who now tabled AA. When she showed her K9 and moved her other stacks out to be matched, he backpedaled and tried to say she checked the river. What, are you serious?

What made the play laughable was that the woman had waved her arms toward the pot and clearly said “All-in!”. He then stood up and shouted “Ok, ma’am, I call you!” and threw down his aces…in front of 8 other players, a dealer and a floor person overlooking the table. Even still, it took a good five minutes of howling to sort it out and ended with him congratulating her on her “nice hand” in a lame attempt to whitewash his foul. Dude, enough already.


“I want to see the hand!”

At one point in the game, the player in seat 10 moved in on a 99xx board and was called by another player. The river blanked and seat 10 showed his A9 winner. The caller mucked but the annoying Indian guy, who had folded on the flop, shouted “Dealer! Dealer! I want to see that hand!” At that point, the dealer retrieved the losing hand from the muck and flipped it up.

For those of you who are newer to the game, it may not seem like a big deal and, in fact, the house rules permit the play. But it’s HORRIBLE table ethics. The genesis of the IWTSTH rule was to detect collusion but it’s now routinely abused by players to gain information. I’m happy to see that a number of rooms in Vegas are reversing the trend (thread on 2+2 about Vegas rooms and the IWTSTH rule) and I’d encourage other rooms to follow suit.

I ended the evening around 3a, up about $120 on my original buy-in. Not the life-changing dollars that shaundeeb et al. toss around at the blackjack table, but righteous bucks nonetheless. I look at it like I’m getting paid $30 bucks an hour to watch comedy? I’ll do that. Besides, I’ll be doing the same in Vegas this Sunday for a markedly higher wage.


Saturday night with two little screamers

Finally, I’m happy to report that I’ve fixed at least one of my offending computers. Hearing about the problems I was having, a hardware guru friend offered to take a look at my desktops and shrieked with laughter when I opened the cases. I didn’t follow what he was saying but I caught phrases like “that’s way too small” “grossly inadequate” and “obvious performance issues.”

Now I’d heard feedback like that before, albeit in a different context with different players, and it wasn’t criticism I was anxious to hear. Unlike the prior circumstance, though, he assured me that it was easily resolved with a trip to Fry’s, a credit card and a few hours work.

Ergo, I spent the better part of a rainy Saturday shuttling between Fry’s and the garage installing new motherboards, video cards and the like and re-installing operating systems. Now one of the computers (the one on which I’m writing) breezes along like Randy Moss one-on-one in the Giants secondary, but the other one still has some issues. It looks fine, but like Tomlinson in the AFC title game, it crapped out shortly after the first two runs and is now sitting petulant on the sidelines waiting for more attention.

With my one new and improved confuser, I feel strangely inspired, like the apes circling the monolith in Stanley Kubrick’s 2001: A Space Odyssey. I’m certain my next post will come sooner than this one, especially with the blog tracker showing me in 9th place. And I promise it will have some interesting reading!

For those of you, too young to have seen Kubrick’s classic, you can catch the opening scene here…

Edmond

Just a reminder, the LA Poker Classic starts tomorrow (Thu, 1/24). I won't be playing the first events but will play a few the 2nd week and a couple of satellites for the final event. If anyone's in town or needs info, let me know!

For handy reference...

Guide to the LAPC

Schedule of events

Commerce tournament page

Edmond

The Bicycle Casino
7301 Eastern Avenue
Bell Gardens, CA 90201
(562) 806-4646
website



Jan 14th-20th; daily satellites at 7p


The deeper, the better

In the last year or so, we’ve seen the introduction of deep stack tournaments as rooms try to get a competitive edge by offering players more play for their money. The Venetian was one of the first to offer deep stack events—Venetian Deep Stack Extravaganza—and they’ve proven popular with guys who are looking for more from a tournament than two rounds of posting and folding followed by a desperate short stack push with A6o.

This January, a couple of LA casinos have followed suit. The Hustler reworked Larry Flynt’s Challenge cup series (Jan 3rd-Jan 20th) link to include several deep stack events and the Bicycle Casino is introducing a new tournament series, Mo’s Deepstack. Mo’s series starts Jan 14th and runs through Jan 20th. The final event is a 2-day $1600 buy-in with 10,000 start chips. I like the Hustler’s tournament room (trip report) and respect everything Flynt has done to protect my right to satire, but I think the Bike events look pretty interesting.


Mo’s Deepstack

Let’s take a closer look at Mo’s Deepstack series. First, it’s a manageable, week-long series that finishes up a couple of days before the LAPC kicks off. Second, I haven’t seen the structure but it looks like the preliminary events have the same buy-in as a couple early LAPC events but with 2x the chips. Ok, that can’t be too bad. Third, the events start at 4:15p so there’s a good shot you can final table an event and still get home at a decent hour. Finally, the whole series isn’t a bankroll buster—the buy-ins are $335, $545 and $1,600 (final event) and the satellites $40-160.

You can see the schedule of events on the Bike site below.

Mo's Deepstack schedule

Or you can download a copy of the flier (note the stacks).

Mo's Deepstack flier

Again, I haven't seen the blind structures, but I'm told it will look something like this:

$335 buy-in; 5000 chips; 40 min rounds; 25/50 etc.
$545 buy-in; 7000 chips; 50 min rounds; 25/50 etc.
$1,600 buy-in; 10000 chips; 60 min rounds; 25/50 etc.

I'll post the actual structures when I get them, so check back or post me, if you're interested.


The Bike

If you haven’t played there, the Bike’s a great place for tournament and cash game action. The casino is the second largest card room in Southern California with 160+ tables (ergo: the 2nd largest on the planet) and its Legends of Poker event is one of the original World Poker Tour events. Past winners of the LoP include Brunson and Harrington and all the top pros have played the Bike at some point. In fact, when Stu Ungar was alive, he considered the Bike his home away from Vegas. If the penultimate NL poker player/degenerate liked the Bike, that’s a solid endorsement, right?

The Bike’s easy to get to from pretty much anywhere in Southern California. It’s located a couple of blocks or so from the 710 freeway, Florence exit, as seen in the Google image below.





The folks at the Bike keep their property competitive with anything you’d find in Las Vegas—it’s modern, well-lit and spotless. As you come up on the property, you’re greeted by palm trees and neon signage…








I usually pay the two bucks to valet park, but if you’re cheap, there’s plenty of self-parking as you can see from the Google image above. As you enter the casino from the valet entrance, you face a reception desk where there’s always 1-2 staffers that will help you find what you’re looking for. Note: the reception staff are great; ask for tournament info, game info, whatever. If they know the answer, they’ll tell you; if they don’t they’ll point you to someone who does.





The main poker area is to the left of the reception area with a large automated brush desk…





The Bike spreads over 120 tables of poker, so there’s plenty of action...








If you’re curious about the games spread, check out our listing here. Game info is listed on the right of the page and is updated frequently.

As for the style of play, I find the NL action at the Bike somewhat nittier than that of other local rooms. The 5/10 NL game is uncapped and tends to draw some better players. That said there’s a lot of weak tight players set mining and with an adjustment toward a looser, more aggressive style of play, the games are beatable. Three bet and raise more, and if you get resistance, fold. Simple stuff.

Need more validation? Here’s a quote from Mr. Ungar…circa 1990…BEFORE the poker boom…

"There are a lot more people to take money from here than there are in Las Vegas," Stu Ungar said last week between poker games at the Bicycle Club. "The city is becoming a nice place to gamble because there's a constant flow of people and money. There's more money to take out of here than there is in Las Vegas."

Indeed.


Tournaments

The daily tournaments (Nooners, Nooner Nites) are held on the main poker floor to the LEFT of the reception area. But larger, special events are held in the tournament/ballroom down a corridor to the RIGHT of the reception desk as you enter the casino. The Bike’s tournament room is smaller and more intimate than other local rooms, but I like it. It’s kind of like playing in your rich friend’s den—bigger and nicer than your own apartment but small enough where you can get a drink without sending up a flare.

Here’s a look at the special events/tournament room...





And with some players even…





Service on 1!

Food at the Bike deserves special mention. I think their tableside food is tops in Los Angeles with the exception of Ocean’s 11, 90 miles to the south. If you play in the higher stakes area behind the reception desk, you eat for free and you don’t regret it at all. The other night, I played the 5/5 $300-500 max NL game. (Note: the table was one of the tightest I’ve played in a while—still beatable but as lakong found out, when a guy plays back at you at the Bike on a 3876 board, your pocket queens are no good. See above.) I had a great salad and grilled salmon and lakong had a steak; both entrees were comparable in quality to that from a decent restaurant.

I also think the Bike deli is AWESOME. Whenever I’m meeting someone at the Bike, I almost always eat there and I’m not really a deli kind-of-guy. Great sandwiches, good coffee, polite staff, fast and cheap. The deli’s directly to your left as you enter the property.


You girls know each other, right?

Any discussion of the Southern California poker usually spins into a Bike vs. Commerce debate. Like all great rivalries—Ali/Frazier, Sox/Yankees, UCLA/USC, Biggie/Tupac, Tommy Lee/Kid Rock—you’ve got rabid proponents of each. Me? I’m an Ali/Sox/Stanford/Tupac/Tommy Lee kind of guy. But, of course, everyone’s different. To me, the Commerce and the Bike are like Ginger and Mary Ann or, more fundamentally, blondes and brunettes. You can make a great case for either, but if you can enjoy both, you should!

If you’re interested, you can see a comparison of all the So Cal rooms below.

Comparison of LA card rooms


Anyway, that’s a quick look at the Bike. I’m probably going to head down and play a couple of the Deepstack events. If anyone’s heading down, holler!

Still digging,

Edmond