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A Vegas Miracle - how I won $129,000 in my 3rd tournament ever
This is how I won $129,000 in my 3rd ever poker tournament. Note: don't try this, it probably won't turn out well for you. I spent about 6 months grinding up a $5,000 bankroll playing home/casino games ranging from .5/1 to 1/3. The week that I hit that $5,000 mark, Matt, one of my best friends from college informed me that his job had placed him in Las Vegas for the next month and that I could crash with him for a few nights if I wanted to come on out west. I had frequent flyer miles for the flight and some Mlife/Fremont hotel comps for the rest of the trip. My grand total for flight and lodging for 10 days came to $200. Now, I’m not going to bore you guys with low-level cash hand histories. The next 10 days were filled with me playing lowstakes poker for 10-12 hours a day. It’s as fun as it sounds – it’s not. I was having a good time in Vegas otherwise – but towards the end of the trip I had a realization: 1/2’s the same everywhere. I didn’t have to fly out to the desert to raise to $7 preflop. After 10 days, my grand total from poker (and a fair amount of dumb degenerate shit on Fremont) was -$186. That wasn’t what I came out to do — I knew that I was a better player than my recent results had indicated. The morning of my return flight, I decided I was going to play tournaments until I either busted my $5,000 bankroll or hit something worthwhile. I impulsively decided to not get on my plane at 11:30am. Checkout time from Luxor was at 11:00 – and I didn’t know where I was going yet. I had 30 minutes to pack up my stuff and figure out where I was going before they’d charge me a fee. I sorted TripAdvisor by cheapest first – I’ve stayed in crappy hostels/motels before and overall am a very low maintenance person. I figured that by staying somewhere for $20 a night, I’d be able to maximize the amount of shots I could take before flying back home. I accepted that there was a real chance I’d go back broke – but I didn’t really care. If I didn’t take my shot now, then when? I booked the cheapest bed in Vegas - a 6-person shared hostel just past the Stratosphere. Let's just say you get what you pay for — it was not a happy place. A fair amount of the people in there were bordering on homelessness and there was barbed wire surrounding their outdoor gym. In addition to this, I had the constant stress of knowing that all that separated my bankroll from the rest of my roommates was a tiny lock. I took the Deuce to the strip, lived off food comps, and turned down invites from my friends to hang out. I was in town to play poker, nothing else. Disclaimer: I had never played tournaments prior to heading out to Vegas. My only knowledge of hand ranges was from watching televised events. I downloaded a free Nash chart app on my phone while on the Deuce to the strip and studied it for 5 minutes – whatever, I get the jist of it. Let’s play some cards. The first day of doing this I played the $140 daily at the Aria. Top 13 spots paid -- I finished in 15th. It was depressing to say the least — I felt as if I was at rock bottom. Before the first night of sleeping at the hostel I called the airline to see if I could get on the flight that I had deliberately missed the day prior. I couldn't. I made it my goal to at least cash something so that I could get a decent hotel room. I couldn’t have slept more than 2-3 hours the first night there. One of my roommates was loudly vomiting all night, the sheets itched, and I was going through an existential crisis... like dude, you’ve got a finance degree and you’re really doing this shit? While on the bus to the strip, I opened Poker Atlas and saw that there was a $200 satellite to win a seat into the $1,600 Venetian main event. I decided that I was going to go take a shot at that. I was at risk twice in the satellite but after studying the GTO method on how to win coinflips, I persevered and won a seat to the main. The first day was surreal – once again, I was running on minimal sleep due to my housing arrangements, but I remember the following hands from day 1:
Button opens to 2.2x, I’m in the BB with Q9cc. SB folds, we go HU to a flop of 832c. He c-bets, I call. Turn 4x, x/x. River Ax. I check, he bets, I x/r to like 3x his bet, he insta folds. I take it down and show air.
UTG+1 opens, MP calls, I flat on the button with K10ss. 3 ways to a flop of Qs43xx. UTG+1 bets 40% pot, MP calls, I call. Turn is the Js. UTG+1 bets 60% pot, MP calls, I flat. River comes the 8s. UTG+1 snap bets 80%. MP flats, I flat. I announce king high flush, they both muck.
Folds to the SB, he limps, I look down at Q10o, and check. Flop comes KQ6r. He leads 35%, I call. Turn 10. He bets, I call. River comes a J. He bets, I tank for about 45 seconds then flick in a call, he shows 76o… ship it.
The average stack after day 1 was around 40k, I bagged like 65k. I walked back to the Deuce stop outside of the Venetian and headed on my 30 minute ride back home. I kept thinking to myself, someone’s gotta win this thing, why not me? I had to get in the money for this tournament to be able to get the fuck out of there. A min cash here was over $3k – that was more than enough for me to get a suite on Fremont for a few nights and party for a bit, then get home with my head held high. Day 2: I get up at 7am after already being completely awake for the past 4 hours. There’s no way I slept more than 3 hours last night. I hit the Denny’s by the Stratosphere then get on the Deuce. I get to the Venetian and feel like I’m about to fall asleep. I go to the self-serve coffee/tea dispenser in the middle of the room and make myself an iced coffee. I get to my table, and the cocktail waitress comes around. I ask for another iced coffee and toss her a fiver. Here are some highlights from the 1st half of day 2:
I open 97ss on the button, BB flats. Flop comes AK3s. BB checks, I bet 35%. He throws out a 5k chip – which I interpret as a x/r to my bet. I groan, make a joke about it being the first hand of the day, and start to muck. The dealer stops my cards midway before hitting the muck, and informs me that he didn’t raise, that he called my flop bet. Everyone laughs, I go silent and wait for him to make change. Turn is the 2s. He thinks for a second and bets 30%. I tank for like 30 seconds, then flat. River is a blank. He thinks for a second, then checks. I bet like 30% pot. He tells me that I’m an angle shooter and mucks. I tell him I’m not an angle shooter and show my 9 high. Everyone laughs, we get on with playing.
CO opens, I 3b 87dd in the SB to 4x, he flats. Flop comes 1032d. I check, he checks. Turn is the 6d. I bet 55% pot, he flats. River comes the Kd. I bet 60%, he tanks, tells me he thinks I backdoored diamonds, then folds. Damn, these players are pretty good.
I open KK UTG to 2.5x, UTG +1 flats. Heads up to a flop of K43r. x/x. Turn 8, I bet 40% pot, he calls. River 3, I bet 80% pot, he tanks, then calls with AK.
I bring my 3 racks of chips to the new table and immediately get some comments – whatever, I’m just on a heater, it happens. At this point, my body was giving out. I was trying my hardest not to fall asleep in between every hand. Cutoff opens, I’m in the SB, I look down at KK. I put in the 3b, folds back to him. He puts in a healthy 4. We’re the two big stacks at the table – I’d guess he was 50bb effective while I was around 65bb. God damn, am I good enough to fold kings here? No, I’m not. I shove, he snaps, I know that I’ve just fucked up my tournament. He shows the aces. The dealer puts a king in the window, and I hold. I’m for sure the chip leader now. I lose a few 40/60 and 60/40 flips and chip down a bit. I still have a very healthy stack, probably around 80bb. The next 3 hands are from the second half of day 2:
Aggro Asian guy on the button. Folds to him, he opens to 2.2x, SB folds, I look down at 43ss and raise to 7.5x, he flats.
Flop comes 894cc. I check, he bets, I call. Turn’s another 9. I check, he bets 75% pot, I call. River’s the 10c. I check, he bets 1.2x pot. I ask the dealer for a count of the bet – meanwhile, villain looks like he’s going to shit himself. I flick in a chip, he throws down KcQx. I laugh a little, show my 43ss, and obnoxiously say ship it.
I open KQo UTG+1, MP 3bets me. I figure that a 4b from UTG+1 could take it down a fair amount of the time, so I decide to go for it. He thinks for a second and flats.
Flop comes AK4r. I check, he checks back. Turn is a 6, goes x/x again. River’s another brick. I put in a 30% value bet. He does a little grimace and tanks for like 20 seconds. It looks like he’s going to fold so I start verbally telling him that his queens are good. The dealer informs me that you’re not allowed to talk about your hand to another player. I inform him that I’m not talking about my hand, I’m talking about villains’ hand. Dealer laughs and lets me continue to antagonize villain. MP starts talking back, asking if I’m really bluffing. I inform him that once he folds, I’ll show the bluff. He ends up calling, I snap show, he pays me then gets up from the table to go for a walk.
We’re playing 6 handed. UTG opens, MP flats, I flat TT on the button. 3 ways to a flop of AT9ccc. UTG bets 50% pot, MP folds, I put in a medium sized raise. He thinks about it and flats.
The turn is the Kd. He pauses for a second then checks. I figured AxKc was his most likely combo. I didn’t think he could fold AxKc to any sizing – I decide to overbet jam 2x pot. He tanks for like 5 min and eventually lets it go. He tells me later he folded AxKc. Nice fold sir. I finished day two 2nd in chips out of the 64 players remaining. More importantly, I was in the money. My friend Matt offered to give me a ride to the hostel to grab my stuff. On the way to the hostel I’m telling Matt how trash the place is and he’s kind of like yeah man, whatever, it can’t be that bad. We gather my belongings and head on out. Matt remarked to me that the hostel reminded him of jail mixed with a summer camp. I open a same night hotel app and see a room at the Four Queens available for $110. The lady at check in was nice enough – however, she informed me that the only room they had available at my price point was a smoking room overlooking the Fremont St. experience. I paid the $20 to upgrade to a non-smoking in the quiet part of the hotel. Vegas man, I swear. It’s like 2am at this point -- I get to my room, sit on the bed and close my eyes. I open them and it’s 11:00am. Ah fuck man, I gotta get to the Venetian. I hop in the shower, brush my teeth, and freshen up. Even if I don’t have clean clothes, whatever, I’m second in the main, who cares. Some interesting hands from the first part of Day 3:
I had two inexcusable punts in this tournament. This is the first one: I open 5h5c from LP, BB calls. Flop comes J62hhh. x/x. Turn is a 4x. x, I bet 50% pot, BB jams 15bb. I called – and immediately realized I fucked up, big time. He had 2 big chips in his stack that I didn’t see, making his shove effectively like 25bb. In addition, I didn’t have the 5h, I had the 5d. I really didn’t ask for a count or double check my hole cards. Villain turns over 64o and holds. In my defense, I literally didn’t know what ICM meant at the time. Whoops.
Someone who I recognize from poker TV jams 22bb UTG. I’m in the CO with JJ, I ask him how much it is, he’s talkative and seems genuinely comfortable/down for me to call. I fold – I run into him a few days later at the Aria, he tells me he had AA there. I believe him.
CO opens, button instantly jams 30bb effective. I’m in the SB with TT and 25bb – live reads, we’re flipping. I call for all in my effective stack, CO folds, button has AQ. I hold. He’s not happy I called with tens. Oh well, sorry bro, gg.
MP opens, CO 3 bets to 7bb, button jams 20bb. I look down at 2 black aces in the big blind. I reshove, MP folds, CO calls off his 20bb stack. I’m up against AQ and QQ. I hold.
Even with my atrocious punt earlier in the day, I’m the chip leader again. We’re down to about 15 left in the field. UTG opens, I 3b AKo on the button, he jams 20bb, I call. He has 99, a king comes on the flop and he’s gone. It’s day 3 of the main and we’re playing 5 handed with 12 people left. Let’s fucking go.
Button opens to 2.5x, I’m in the BB with A8dd, I flat. Flop comes A104r, I check, he bets, I call. Turn is a 7, x/x. River A, I bet 1.2x pot. He tanks, calls, I show, I’m good.
CO opens to 2.5x, I’m in the BB with 108dd, I flat. Flop comes Kd4x2d, it goes x/x. Turn is a Kx, I check, he bets 60% pot, I flat. River is the 4d. I check, he bets pot. I tank and let it go. He tells me later he checked back a weak king on the flop.
SB completes, I’m in the BB with J9o and I check my option. Flop comes Q108r. The SB donks out into me for 60% pot. I flat. Turn comes a brick and he leads into me for 60% again. I raise to 3.5x his turn bet, he thinks for a while then flats. River is another brick. He bets 80% pot into me. I tank for a while, then shove. He starts laughing and folds QQ face up.
Less than a week ago I was grinding buffet comps at Planet Hollywood. Now I have guys correctly folding top set to me. I’ve made it to the final table. I pick up a few small pots and the two shortstacks at the table get eliminated in quick succession. This is without a doubt the most pointless and just plain out stupid punt of my entire life: I open J2dd on the button into a ~18bb SB and a GTO robot with mid 7 figures in career earnings in the BB. Don’t do this, this is quite literally lighting money on fire. SB folds, BB flats. Flop comes Kh8h3d. I cbet, BB calls. Turn is the Kd, goes x/x. River comes a 7h, he leads into me for half pot. Whatever, I’m going for it – I put in a raise. He thinks for all of 5 seconds then calls me with KQh. Wow, I just punted away $50,000 in ICM. Jesus Christ dude, what the fuck. For the next orbit or two, I’m clearly pissed at myself. I get up after my button and do a lap around the poker room – I’m good. The monkey tilt is gone, and I’m ready to get back to playing normal ranges. Anyway, nothing else really happens for a while – I look down at AKo UTG and raise it up. Folds around to the BB, he thinks for a while, then jams for about 20bb. I snap, he has AQo. I hold. I’m now second in chips. We go on a 10-minute break. When I get back to the table, the prospect of a 5-way chop comes up. We’re all tired – and the pay jumps are very significant. If you couldn’t tell from this story, I’m a degenerate, but in this spot, I’m willing to reduce variance a bit. We run the numbers and come to an agreement – we all agree to take a very slight ICM bump to give 1st place a bit more money than his stack is worth. I just won $129,000 -- huh? This was my second tournament cash – not too bad considering that it was my third tournament ever. Maybe I should start learning how to play MTT’s now. I take $124,000 in a check and $5,000 in cash. I’m leaving Vegas in 4 days and don’t plan on coming home with any of the cash. The winner of the tournament’s a pretty cool guy and he asks if I want to crash in his guest room tonight… like yeah, if that’s a real offer, I’m down. I pick up my toiletry bag from the Venetian concierge and we hit the Uber. The next morning Matt picks me up at his house – I hit the Chase bank and deposit the $124,000. I take Matt and my other friend, Spencer out to the Sterling Brunch over at Bally’s – the entire time, Spencer just kept repeating “Davis, what the fuck”. I don’t know dude, seriously, what the fuck. I get a suite at the D downtown that night and (very) long story short I end up hitting $100 on a number at roulette at 5am. It’s time for bed. Here’s a link to my Hendon Mob, verifying my tournament result. Hopefully I see some of you guys at the WSOP in 2021. https://pokerdb.thehendonmob.com/player.php?a=r&n=783521 Davis
I sit on the back of the couch, leaning against the wall. Four people are crammed into the seats, three gorgeous women and one of my buddies. From my perch on the back of the couch, I’m lord of all I survey. It’s good to be the king, and tonight, I am the king. It’s the third night of our trip, and I’ve gotten us access to a special birthday party in the dance club on the top floor of the casino. Dave’s night of debauchery at the five-star strip club on our first night in Vegas was up to his usual high standards. Joey’s casino night was fun, I made a little money at the craps table. Neil’s plans for tomorrow are still under wraps. I want to make Saturday memorable. The birthday party is for a reality TV star. A very notable, famous one. It’s not a Kardashian, don’t worry. It is a big deal, though, cameras for the show will be filming, and it seems like everybody under age 30 wants to be there. Back home, before we left, I told the boys to pack clothes suitable for a club. They laughed, we are not a group that went to dance clubs at 25, they don’t want to start now. I ask them to trust me, and they do. Our car service drops us at the main door, and there is a line. I ask security if this is the VIP line, and he says no, follow this line inside, the VIP table is to the left. We go in, the couple dozen folks outside wondering if we are famous. Joey and I walk through the glass foyer, Neil and Dave behind us, and the line stretches ahead, as far as we can see. There are hundreds of people dressed for a club night stretched along the casino floor. As we stride past them, we hear a couple bratty girls complain “what makes them so special,” and a guy loudly say “I think the big one was a hockey player.” It’s a long queue. I’m amused at how many people are lined up to be in the background on reality TV, while a guy who doesn’t want to be famous at all is skipping the wait. After crossing the clanging casino floor, we get to the check-in. A pair of frantic women are overwhelmed working the general admission table, while a very professional lady sits at the empty VIP table. “Aaron Bloom and guests,” I state as she looks up. She asks for ID and credit card, staring at me as I hand them over. She makes a “Hmmm” sound and crosses my name off the list, “I thought you were shorter.” She is about to run my card, and stops. “Your reservation is for four, but there are seven in your party, are you paying for them all?” There must be another group behind us that she’s mixing up, but as I turn, I see Dave wink, a stunning girl on each arm. A third girl is with Neil, Dave’s lifelong wingman, and Neil has a shit-eating grin plastered across his lucky face. I turn back to the table, looking the lady in the eye, half a smile on my face, trying to be charming. “Seven it is, ma’am. We are one short if you’d like to join us.” She pretends to think about it for a moment, raises an eyebrow, then hands me my cards and receipt. She shoos us along to the elevator, but we exchange a smile as my group departs. The seven of us get on the elevator. The operator swipes a card and hits 51, one floor short of the big dance club on 52. Dave introduces the girls, all of them about twenty-five, all of them very grateful to get into the party and out of the long line. They are very pretty, but Nikki, the gorgeous one, slinks up to me and grabs the lapels of my blazer, pulling me down low enough for a whisper. “Thank you, you’re the best. You can get us on TV, right? I just want my opportunity.” I don’t lie, leaning in and replying, “we will be in the right place for it.” As I say it, I glare over the girl at Dave, who smiles and shrugs. I don’t know who the girls think I am, but Dave has them thinking I’m important. That’s my third mistaken identity of the evening, and not the last. Girl at the table was right, the powerful and very wealthy Aaron Bloom is shorter than me, and a good bit older. He’s a known name with a less known face, and it happens to be the name on my drivers license. My face and height? Ten years earlier, I’d occasionally get a beer on the house, a bar patron buying me a drink and swearing I was a hockey player, even though the barkeep would tell them that I wasn’t. I can’t even skate, but the dude in line was an echo of those days. Now these fame hungry girls think I’m Hollywood reality TV connected. I need a drink. It’s a long ride to 51, and Joey is odd man out, no girl. Dave introduces the girl on his arm, Lauren, to Joey. Based on the walk across the casino floor, the fact that Joey and I are good friends, Dave paints a picture that Joey must also be an influential guy to know, he’s tight with the big fella. The girl is suddenly intrigued by soft spoken Joey, and now has a grip on his arm and a big smile. Neil’s new friend, Allison, seems happy enough, and Dave is now solo. No one feels bad for solo Dave, it never lasts long. The elevator dings at 51, and the doors open to an opulent private club. Dark woods, deep leather couches, a grand piano with a cover on it. It is a classy contrast to the clanking noise and the tracksuit clad gamblers in the casino. A hostess meets us as we leave the elevator. She looks at my receipt, then up at me, and at the receipt again. She calls over another hostess, hands the new girl the receipt, and we follow her to our spot. We pass through a pair of rooms with small groups of party-goers in front of enormous bottles of booze, bottle-service parties within the bigger party. No one in the first room notices us, but everyone in the second room stops what they are doing and looks at us. “Who are they?” “Do you recognize them?” Someone even snaps a picture of Joey and I and the girls on our arms. I’m confused, until we leave the second room and enter the opulent bar area. The main bar area is mahogany and brass, crystal and LED light. The walls are curtained, and there are pods of couches lining all of the walls. Three tables are on the small dance-floor, for the guests of honor. I look around the room, it is uncrowded. I recognize a pair of stand-up comics, one who’s been in a couple movies. A sports team owner holds court with his group of guests. A pair of NBA players has a gaggle of girls around them. One gets up as we approach, taller than me. He gives me a handshake/ back pat, and says “good to see you, brother” as the hostess hustles us by. The girls are impressed, I turn to Joey and mouth “what the fuck?” We arrive at our pod, a pair of couches and a low table, with the back of the couch for the next pod making a U shape. As we settle in, Dave disappears. Yet another hostess pops up, two waiters behind her with trays. We get bottle service as part of the admission. I choose Vodka, and the hostess opens and places a towering bottle of Grey Goose on the table with an array of mixers. We have been comped another round of bottle service, do we want another vodka? I want gin, everyone, even the girls, makes a face, and moments later another huge bottle of Goose joins the one on the table. It is a fuckton of booze. Dave returns, another pair of hot ingenues on his arms, his deal with the devil apparently still working. We settle in, only one of the girls joining the four of us for a raw shot of vodka to remember an old friend. Then Neil starts mixing drinks. Vodka-cranberry or vodka-redbull for each of the girls. I’d enjoy a martini, but with the intimidating bottles on the table, my “don’t die” reflex kicks in and I opt for a weak vodka-tonic. After the bro-hug from the NBA player, Nikki is now thoroughly convinced I am worth knowing, and she’s got a death grip on my left arm. She gives the two new girls Dave brought a scowl, warning them off. I feel bad, I’m not some producer. But all she wants is to be on camera, and I’ve gotten her into a room full of celebrities. She knows it, and keeps an eye peeled for camera crews and microphone booms. One of the new girls asks “Oh my god, who are you guys? We are twenty feet from the main table, are you friends with the star?” The questions continue on, and Nikki mistakes my honesty for modesty as I say “We are nobody, don’t worry about it.” After fifteen-twenty minutes, as we mix another round of drinks, she leans in and kisses me, claiming me, marking territory for the other girls to see. Nikki is gorgeous, a lithe 5’8”, athletic, tan, toned. She’s wearing a shift dress, mostly sequins, and I’m pretty sure the dress is all she’s wearing. No bra straps, no bump on the back of the dress where hooks would be. She’s got lovely medium sized boobs, and she’s young and fit and firm enough to skip a bra tonight for her chance to be on camera. She’s immaculately made up, her stunning face accented perfectly. She has long brown hair with subtle shading, and a near flawless physique. I do not end up with girls who look like models, my “type” skewing to quirky, or tall, or busty, or bookish. Tonight, there is a wannabe actress on my arm. She’s not there for me, she’s there for the Hollywood guy, or the hockey player, or the billionaire, whichever will get her on TV. I’m not those guys, but it doesn’t matter. I’m going to get her on TV regardless. I look up, and see the camera crew arrive. When the cameras pan the dance floor upstairs later, everyone screams and raises their arms. Here, it is restrained. The comedians say “hey”, the basketball players make a peace sign. I give a thumbs up with a raised eyebrow, Nikki flashing a perfect smile by my side, the rest of the group briefly “in the shot” as the camera pans in. Fame is Nikki’s aphrodisiac, apparently. As the cameras move on to the next group, she kisses me, then swings a leg over to straddle me and kiss me harder, a few howls of “get a room” from the group. A half hour later, the guest of honor arrives, and people stand, offer toasts, the comics make jokes, all in service to the hunger for story in their show. I’m urged forward by one of the hostesses as the cake is brought out, “in shot” with the other celebrities singing happy birthday. Nikki is beside me, she has almost dug trenches in my elbow with her nails. The VIP treatment, the cameras, the access, it’s far more than she dreamed. As we get back to the table, everybody is happy, some are shit-faced and happy. Dave has cycled a near parade of girls through our couple of couches, only Allison remains of the original crew. Four new girls are mixing drinks with Dave and Neil, Joey lost to the dance floor upstairs, dragged away by some half-drunk girl. Nikki leans into me, and asks “can we go back to your room?” My room is halfway across town, I’m not staying in this hotel. Before I answer, I wave over one of the VIP hostesses who patrol the room. I tell her I’m a bit woozy and need to compose myself, do they have a private place available to rest. She looks at me, at horny Nikki, and back at me, seeing right through my weak ruse. It doesn’t matter, VIPs needing a room in the middle of a party is a thing they are prepared for. “Of course sir, I’ll have someone escort you.” I flash Dave three “tens” with my hands, signing that I’ll be gone for a half hour as yet another hostess introduces herself. A short elevator ride later and the hostess swipes us into the room, handing me the room card. I tip her generously as she leaves. Nikki whistles as she takes it all in. The room is much, much nicer than my “pretty nice” room at the Venetian. A king bed dominates the room, the furniture is leather. The far wall is all window, with a glass door to a balcony, overlooking the city, the Vegas Strip twinkling in the distance. “You are the best. All I wanted was to be on the dance floor near a camera, to be seen. I’m going to be on TV in the VIP, standing between you and a movie star singing happy birthday. Thank you.” She lowers the straps of her dress off her shoulders, and with a shrug, the satiny, sequined shift slides to the ground at her heels. No bra, that much I knew. No panties either, just that loose dress hiding this perfection. Nikki is a knockout, framed in front of those windows, that view of Vegas, a magazine cover waiting to happen. She steps over her dress and preens, posing, seducing. Her black heels stay on, and her long tan legs are toned, shapely calves and slightly curved thighs drawing the eye up, to her ass. With heels and a slight bend forward at the waist, her behind is a work of art. The cute butt sweeps and curves into a slim lower back, the curves enhanced by the little circular dents where the muscles meet. Her ass tapers into a narrow waist. She’s toned, and her frame is slim. The long torso is flat, but unmuscled, no visible abs, but no extra padding. Her breasts are beautiful, perfect and firm mounds, a small C. The nipples are a deeper tan than her skin, almost brown, tilted up. Even the curve of her collarbone into her shoulder is graceful, as if sculpted by a master, every detail important. Perfect features, gorgeous body, flowing hair, and plainly eager. “Do you like this?” she asks. I’m sure that she has never heard anyone answer “no” to that question, but I can hear doubt. I tell her she’s beautiful, and I find the source of her doubt “Come on, you’ve been with models, actresses…” I stop her, and tell her, honestly, that she’s perfect. She smiles and crosses the room to me, and begins unbuttoning my shirt. Once removed, she kisses my chest, up to my shoulders, demure and aggressive at once. I lean down to kiss her, my hand on the small of her back, lifting her slightly. She stretches up, forearms resting on my shoulders, fingers entwined around my neck. She breaks the kiss, and walks to the window. Placing her hands on the glass, she gives me a show. She bends gracefully, her perfect behind on display. She curves herself forward, flexing her elbows, pressing her breasts to the cool glass. Her nipples harden, and she shivers. I approach her, kicking off my shoes and undoing my belt as I walk. She turns, and slides my pants to the ground. As she rises, she says, “Jesus, you’re a billionaire and you have a big cock? That’s almost not fair.” Now I know which mistaken identity she’s latched onto, no wonder she thought I slept with models. She traces her fingernail across my shorts, along the length of my dick, making little shapes, teasing. She stands, and presses herself into me, and peels my shorts down and off. My cock springs out, and she grabs hold. First with one hand, then barely wrapping her other hand around it, still with space below and above. It throbs, and reddens, in her hands. “That’s not big, that’s huge” she whispers. I pull her close, hands on her ass, cock pressed against her belly as we kiss again. I lift her, swinging around and laying her on the bed. She looks down at me, between her legs, and says “you don’t need to do that for me, I’m already …” the next word was probably “wet”, but it’s lost behind a little grunt as my tongue finds her clit. I feel her thighs on my ears, and her hips thrusting up, wanting more. I trace lines and circles on her, working her button then sliding my tongue along the crease of her lips, then back to her clit. In moments, I feel little tremors, she’s having an orgasm, shaking, whispering “wonderful” at the end. I ask her to go back to the window, it was very sexy, and she says she’s got a better idea. She opens the door to the balcony, and beckons me to follow. She grabs the rail, and shakes her ass at me. It’s not cold out, but it’s windy up here, her hair blows behind her as she turns her head to say “take me.” I approach her from behind, squeezing her ass, sliding two fingers into her, eliciting a soft moan. I wrap an arm around her from behind, pulling her up to me, kissing her shoulder and neck. My cock rests on the shelf of her behind, pressed into her back. She whispers over her shoulder, “fuck me, now.” She’s wet. She’s very, very wet, her orgasm from the oral adding to her ready state. She has her hands on the rail as I briefly tease her lips with my head. The wind whips by as I push into her, a quiet moan taken from her lips to the sky. I work my way into her slowly, methodically, enjoying the moans, listening for any negative sounds or reactions. I’ve learned to be careful, but Nikki has other thoughts. She reaches back, hand on my hip, and says “all of it”. I change from my short and deepening strokes, slidIng out nearly all the way. With one hand on her hip and the other on her shoulder, I slowly drive my cock all the way into her. She’s wet, and very willing, moaning louder as my fat cock fills her. “Oh god damn you’ve got a big one” she says into the wind. She wriggles her ass, then yells “stay still!” With her heels planted firmly on the balcony, her hands on the rails, she slides forward. The arch of her back exposes her tits for the world to see, not that anyone is looking at the 47th floor. Then she slides back onto me, a long hard stroke, grunting at the end. Again, slowly, she slides forward and slams back, finding a rhythm, grunting with the effort, moaning with the rising pleasure. She is a thing of beauty, a work of art, repeatedly and needfully impaling herself on my fat red cock. She cries out, and lowers her torso, changing the angle. I have to take a half step back, but she has a new rhythm, a new urgency, finding a deep connection she wants more of. I grab her hips, helping her drive down and reach a place inside her that is working for her. She screams, a long “ohhhhhhhh” out to the world, not caring who hears. “Oh fuck, goddamn, that was amazing.” She slides forward, disengaging with a filthy wet noise. As she turns to me, my wet dick brushes her taut belly. “Jesus, that didn’t make you come?” She grabs my cock and drags me inside to the bed. We lay down together, and she kisses me before rolling on top of me. Her bright blue eyes look through me with lust and more as she perches on me. She’s still perfect even after the hard balcony fuck. I realize she’s chosen positions to keep her hair and makeup from being mussed too much. No missionary, no doggy. I admire her high perky boobs and the taut tendons of her upper thighs as she positions herself. She leans forward, and guides my cock deep into her. She slides all the way down, and then straightens upright. She starts to bob, short strokes, taking my full length each time, smiling. She asks for my hands, and I raise my arms. She locks her hands into mine. With the leverage, her strokes are longer, she knows what she’s doing. Her smile adjusts, less glee and more determination, driving toward her own orgasm, and mine. Her pert breasts wobble each time she slams down onto me, her fingers hold tight, intertwined through mine. I feel my blood rise, my own urgency, I’m close. She’s close too. A deep growling moan escapes her lips and she clenches her hands, digging nails into the backs of my hands. After the exhaling moan, she drops onto me, all of my cock deep inside as I explode into her. She’s let go of my hands, leaning back slightly, propped on my legs, no longer riding. She’s still coming, riding her wave, her eyes lost and rolling. I feel my own final spurt, one last throb. I look down and see a trickle of our mixed love on the top of my cock, below her lips. “Oh fuck. That was supposed to be my thank you, I didn’t expect that. Fuck me, that was good.” She’s still on me, chattering away as my erection flags, spent. Finally, she pops off, and heads to the restroom, still talking. “Do you ever get to Denver? I’d love to see you again.” I hear the water run. A moment later I join her, looking for a towel. As I’m cleaning, she grabs it again, giving it a kiss. “Hopefully I won’t be in Denver for long, I’m sure you get to LA, right?” Nikki is career focused, I will give her that. I tell her I’m always happy to help someone out, keeping myself technically honest. After we clean ourselves, and dress, I dial for a hostess and Nikki kisses me some more, still trying to show her appreciation without falling back into lust again. We get back to our VIP pod, Joey and Dave drinking with a new group of girls, our “party” now commingled with the NBA players in the next pod. Their side pieces and groupies are hot in entirely different ways that our reality wannabes, it’s quite a mix. Nikki promises to come back after she finds Allison and Lauren. She will find her friend just after she finishes giving Neil a stairwell blowjob, the relationship they began in the elevator coming full circle hours later. Lauren is out on the dance floor, the only one of the three having the night they planned. One of the girls on our couches hands me a fat cigar, out of a box that was “sent to Mr. Bloom” while I was away. All the seats are taken, so I climb to the back of the couch, and sit. I bite off the end of the cigar and chomp on it, unlit, waiting for Nikki’s return. Most nights I’m just a guy, the big fella, but just a guy. Tonight, I’m a VIP, sharing camera time with celebrities, bro-hugs with pro athletes, and still glowing from my time with the work-of-art woman. I’m a king in this room, not just a guy, at least for tonight. It’s good to be the king.
DilettanteTunesmith's Ridiculously Extra Mega List of the First Half Of 2018
Alright, I apologize in advance for the wall of text, but these are all 235 albums I've heard this year, and since the ranking gets a little fast and loose near the middle, I'm going to split them into more or less ranked groups that might give you a better idea of how I feel about them. I'll have short blurbs for the Top 5, Bottom 5, and 8 select albums in between that I think have been underrated or maybe deserve more attention (these albums will be bolded and italicized for emphasis). BEST (Top 25):
Parquet Courts - Wide Awake!
Every song on here is great and the themes and lyrics are timely, thoughtful, and nuanced; any political statements never come off as preachy or trite, but are still given plenty of urgency. It's catchy as hell and has plenty of singability (I don't think that's a word, but still). It never really feels samey, with many songs differing stylistically from each other, but it doesn't ever get too disparate and always feels very "Parquet Courts" to me. It's just very solid, and it's probably the album I've revisited, and will revisit, the most so far this year.
U.S. Girls - In A Poem Unlimited
Pop perfection! Funky jams that often belie darker messages (such as the Obama administration's use of drone bombings in the Middle East on MAH, domestic abuse on Incidental Boogie, the abuse of power by men in authority on Pearly Gates), this album never lets up. On its surface, it's a very fun listen, and if that's all you're here for, then that's fine, but there's plenty to enjoy for those looking for a deeper listening experience too.
Mount Eerie - Now Only
A continuance of last year's A Crow Looked At Me, another intense, unflinching and wonderful album from Phil Elverum, with an expanded sonic palette. While still very vulnerable and autobiographical, where A Crow Looked At Me was stark and unflinchingly focused, this album has a lot more expanse. I've come back to this one a lot more often than A Crow Looked At Me as well.
Janelle Monae - Dirty Computer
Funky, cohesive, and immerisive! Her voice is amazing and the instrumentation and production are great. Feels very retro, but still very fresh. Catchy choruses galore.
Typhoon - Offerings
Underrated for sure! I really hope this doesn't go under anyone's radar, because it's fantastic. A sprawl of an album with a cinematic feel at times, based around the concept of what happens when you lose all your memories that has parallels loss of meaning in the information age. Lots of references shared between songs, lyrically and musically. Gorgeous instrumentation and melodies. Please don't miss out on this.
The Voidz - Virtue
Kali Uchis - Isolation
Hop Along - Bark Your Head Off, Dog
DJ Koze - Knock Knock
Sons Of Kemet - Your Queen Is A Reptile
Ought - Room Inside The World
Skee Mask - Compro
serpentwithfeet - soil
Stephen Malkmus & The Jicks - Sparkle Hard
MGMT - Little Dark Age
Mark Kozelek - s/t
They Might Be Giants - I Like Fun
Jon Hopkins - Singularity
Iceage - Beyondless
Saba - Care For Me
Florence + The Machine - High As Hope
Anna Von Hausswolff - Dead Magic
Against All Logic - 2012-2017
JPEGMAFIA - Veteran
Leon Vynehall - Nothing Is Still
GREAT:
KIDS SEE GHOSTS - s/t
Yamantaka // Sonic Titan - Dirt
Their first in 5 years and first with new vocalist Joanna Delos Reyes, Dirt is a brutal and epic narrative album that draws from Haudenosaunee and Buddhist themes, and is a genre-fluid experience that draws from prog, punk, and Indigenous American music, among others.
Of Montreal - White Is Relic/Irrealis Mood
Father John Misty - God’s Favorite Customer
The Skull Defekts - s/t
Jack White - Boarding House Reach
Jean Grae & Quelle Chris - Everything’s Fine
Melody’s Echo Chamber - Bon Voyage
Oneohtrix Point Never - Age Of
Scallops Hotel - sovereign nose of (y)our arrogant face
Beach House - 7
Rival Consoles - Persona
CupcakKe - Ephorize
Jeff Rosenstock - POST-
Sophie - OIL OF EVERY PEARL’S UN-INSIDES
Half Waif - Lavender
Simian Mobile Disco - Murmurations
Okkervil River - In The Rainbow Rain
De Lux - More Disco Songs About Love
Ash Koosha - Aktual
The Garden - Mirror Might Steal Your Charm
The Decemberists - I’ll Be Your Girl
Lucy Dacus - Historian
Cavern Of Anti-Matter - Hormone Lemonade
Pusha T - Daytona
Haley Henderickx - I Need To Start A Garden
Anenon - Tongue
Death Grips - Year Of The Snitch
Kadhja Bonet - Childqueen
Mr. Fingers - Cerebral Hemispheres
Mary Lattimore - Hundreds Of Days
Field Music - Open Here
Will DiMaggio - At Ease
Hot Snakes - Jericho Sirens
Leon Bridges - Good Thing
Galcher Lustwerk - 200% GALCHER
Alela Diane - Cusp
Blawan - Wet Will Always Dry
Kamasi Washington - Heaven And Earth
Screaming Females - All At Once
Boy Azooga - 1, 2, Kung Fu!
Nine Inch Nails - Bad Witch
Kilchhofer - The Book Room
Let’s Eat Grandma - I’m All Ears
Arctic Monkeys - Tranquility Base Hotel & Casino
Amen Dunes - Freedom
Ed Schrader’s Music Beat - Riddles
тпсб - Sekundenschlaf
At times woozy and off-kilter, this album, whose name translates to "microsleep" and refers to that split second of sleep where you accidentally drift off and wake up suddenly again, definitely fits the description of its name. It is at once soothing, yet jarring and strange, and its unique, genre-blending, electronic atmosphere leaves a haunting impression that is unique among all other albums I've heard this year.
John Prine - The Tree Of Forgiveness
Gorillaz - The Now Now
Kemialliset Ystävät - Siipi Empii
Soccer Mommy - Clean
Teyana Taylor - K.T.S.E.
Mark Pritchard - The Four Worlds
Snail Mail - Lush
Everything Is Recorded - s/t
Haru Nemuri - 春と修羅
The Maghreban - 01DEAS
Courtney Barnett - Tell Me How You Really Feel
Syclops - Pink Eye
Lucrecia Dalt - Anticlines
The Spook School - Could It Be Different?
Carl Lozito Jr. - The Library Album
Say Sue Me - Where We Were Together
Sarah Davachi - Let Night Come On Bells End The Day
Unknown Mortal Orchestra - Sex & Food
Ling Tosite Sigure - #5
Sunset Rollercoaster - Cassa Nova
Brett Naucke - The Mansion
Nils Frahm - All Melody
Hayley Kiyoko - Expectations
Alva Noto - Unieqav
Mamuthones - Fear On The Corner
Natalie Prass - The Future And The Past
Closer - All This Will Be
A ripper of an emo album, Ryann Slausen's screams are brutal and the instrumentation is great to match. I've returned to this one quite often. Solid, solid debut, can't wait to hear more from them. GOOD:
Detroit Swindle - High Life
Tal National - Tantabara
BTS - Love Yourself 轉 'Tear'
Tropical Fuck Storm - A Laughing Death In Meatspace
Gengahr - Where Wildness Grows
Jackie O Motherfucker - Bloom
The HIRS Collective - Friends. Lovers. Favorites.
A powerful debut LP from hardcore punk outfit HIRS Collective. Featuring appearances from Against Me!'s Laura Jane Grace, Screaming Females' Marissa Paternoster, Garbage's Shirley Manson, G.L.O.S.S' Sadie Switchblade and others, Friends. Lovers. Favorites. is punishing in sound and is a fantastically powerful love letter to the LGBTQ+ community.
Seth Graham - Gasp
Kate Nash - Yesterday Was Forever
Witxes - Orients
The Carters - EVERYTHING IS LOVE
Surgeon - Luminosity Device
Young Fathers - Cocoa Sugar
Shame - Songs Of Praise
Essaie Pas - New Path
Ministry Of Interior Spaces - Life, Death, & The Perpetual Wound
While many of you are probably aware of this album, since I know there's some overlap between here and /indieheads, this is a lovely ambient album from user god_is_ender with a rich palette of sounds and gorgeous melodies. Love it.
Freddie Gibbs - Freddie
Tierra Whack - Whack World
Daniel Avery - Song For Alpha
The Presets - Hi Viz
Cadence Weapon - s/t
Eartheater - IRISIRI
Rezzett - s/t
Ghost - Prequelle
Nipsey Hussle - Victory Lap
Kraus - Path
Death And The Maiden - Wisteria
Gaz Coombes - World’s Strongest Man
Zeal & Ardor - Stranger Fruit
Video Age - Pop Therapy
Takecha - Deep Soundscapes
Lana Del Rabies - Shadow World
Dabrye - Three/Three
Electric Indigo - 511593
Rotting Sky - Sedation
Portal - Ion
Czarface & MF DOOM - Czarface Meets Metal Face
Charmer - s/t
MC Paul Barman - (((echo chamber)))
Yo La Tengo - There’s A Riot Going On
Pinkshinyultrablast - Miserable Miracles
Road Hog - Spares
Origami Girl - Lotus Flowers
A very pretty, melodic vaporwave album that I haven't seen given much critical attention. Doesn't break a lot of new ground, sure, but the melodies and textures are very nice, and a couple of the tracks from this I've had on repeat for a while (title track, Viginia Slims).
Soulwax - Essential
Castlebeat - VHS
FINE:
Cardi B - Invasion Of Privacy
Kimbra - Primal Heart
Tribulation - Down Below
Hookworms - Microshift
Sleep - The Sciences
Goat Girl - s/t
BAMBARA - Shadow On Everything
Dream Wife - s/t
Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever - Hope Downs
Grouper - Grid Of Points
Gnod - Chapel Perilous
Desired - Timeless
Ripe - Joy In The Wild Unknown
A fun, brass-centric, funk pop album, while I liked the album, it's honestly even better live If anything, that's maybe my one gripe, is that the album doesn't quite capture how fun they are in person. Saw them open for Blues Traveler and honestly, they showed them up. Went with my gf to see them on their recent headlining tour. They put on a great show with an irresistible charm that you have to dance to. Keep a watch on these guys.
Hailu Mergia - Lala Belu
Neko Case - Hell-On
Chris Carter - Chemistry Lessons Vol. 1
Dr. Dog - Critical Equation
Khruangbin - Con Todo El Mundo
Kacey Musgraves - Golden Hour
AWOLNATION - Here Come The Runts
Fire! - The Hands
Frankie Cosmos - Vessel
GAS - Rausch
Cities Aviv - Raised For A Better View
Illuminati hotties - Kiss Yr Frenemies
Beta Librae - Sanguine Bond
Bernice - Puff: In The Air Without A Shape
Jukebox The Ghost - Off To The Races
Flatbush Zombies - Vacation In Hell
Capac - Through The Dread Waste
McCafferty - Yarn
Tune-Yards - I can feel you creep into my private life
Panic! At The Disco - Pray For The Wicked
Letherette - Brown Lounge Vol. 4
Andrew W.K. - You’re Not Alone
Debit - Animus
J. Cole - KOD
Bedbug - i’ll count to heaven in years without seasons
Dr. Octagon - Moosebumps - An Exploration Into Modern Day Horripilation
Facechain - Accensor
Equip - Synthetic Core 88
A fun album to check out if you're into JRPGs at all, this is a soundtrack to a game that does not exist and was created entirely on the Roland SC88. MEH:
J Balvin - Vibras
Superorganism - s/t
Kanye West - ye
Project Pablo - Come To Canada You Will Like It
CHVRCHES - Love Is Dead
Rich Brian - Amen
Guided By Voices - Space Gun
Tracey Thorn - Record
Son Lux - Brighter Wounds
Park Jiha - Communion
Recondite - Daemmerlicht
Franz Ferdinand - Always Ascending
Django Django - Marble Skies
Stimulator Jones - Exotic Worlds And Masterful Treasures
Black Moth Super Rainbow - Panic Blooms
A Place To Bury Strangers - Pinned
The Final Age. - s/t
Laura Palmer’s Death Parade - Among Us All
Konduku - Kiran
Efrim Manuel Menuck - Pissing Stars
Laura Veirs - The Lookout
Camila Cabello - Camila
The Wombats - Beautiful People Will Ruin Your Life
Fischerspooner - Sir
Flasher - Constant Image
A$AP Rocky - Testing
No Age - Snares Like A Haircut
Computer Magic - Danz
Preoccupations - New Material
John Tejada - Dead Start Program
David Byrne - American Utopia
BORING:
Magic Wands - Abrakadabra
Shopping - The Official Body
Dural - Distant Exoplanet
E Ruscha V - Who Are You
quickly, quickly - Paths
Moaning - Moaning
Nightmares On Wax - Shape The Future
Matthewdavid - Time Flying Beats
Super Whatevr - Never Nothing
BØRNS - Blue Madonna
Johnny Jewel - Digital Rain
Hovvdy - Cranberry
Starcrawler - s/t
Drake - Scorpion
Just not a lot to come back to here. I mean, Nice For What boinks in the auto but that's about it. I guess 8 Out Of 10 was good, but then that outro at the end kind of annoyed me, tbh. Not really a hot take I guess, but for as long as it is, there really were not a lot of good returns on this. BAD:
Underøath - Erase Me
This is where I actively start disliking albums. I honestly don't really have a lot of albums I don't like this year, or to be honest any year. I generally just don't listen to any albums I think I will dislike, what's the point of it? (except for the last one on here, and that's mostly because I figured it would at least be, I don't know maybe enjoyably shitty?) And I'm probably more lenient or easy to please when it comes to music. So I guess the reason I disliked this one so much is just because of how much of a MASSIVE disappointment it was. I was so stoked that one of my favorite bands from my metalcore days was reuniting, and with the original lineup no less! I'm still a big fan of A Boy Brushed Red... and especially Define The Great Line. I loved the sonic risks that Underoath took later on in their career, and they were always still super catchy. Here? No risks, no catchiness. Nothing fun. It's not even really metalcore, just harder and louder buttrock. Not that a stylistic change is inherently bad, but like... something has to come of it yeah? And low-stakes albums aren't always bad either, but it's so simple AND boring that it just feels like it lacks any substance.
Venetian Snares - She Began To Cry Tears Of Blood Which Became Little Brick Houses When They Hit The Ground
I dunno, after this one, I had to go back and relisten to Autechre to remind myself that I don't hate IDM. Just very samey, soundwise, IMO, and not a lot about the arrangements interested me or stuck with me.
Fall Out Boy - M A N I A
The musical equivalent of combining every soda at the soda fountain. Personally, I think Fall Out Boy has not transitioned into pop as gracefully as similar bands like Panic! At The Disco or Paramore have.
Justin Timberlake - Man Of The Woods
Just... some of the dumbest lyrics this year and the strangest aesthetic and production choices. I thought maybe it would be a fun kind of shitty, like The Room or Troll 2. But nah, it was just regular kind. Just, a track that sounds like a hymn about flannel shirts? After hearing Jessica Biel talk about wearing his shirts like its his skin? The line "If I take it too far, that's okay because you know I hear the making up's fun" is kinda giving me rapey vibes. And "There's the faucet" has to be the least sexy thing I can think of. "Beautiful boy, got it from your momma; Damn, she look good, you might get a sister"? Is he singing to his son about how much he wants to do his mom? Jesus. I could go on but I won't cause I guess it's too easy of a target but Good God. I don't know how it could get worse. I guess that pretty much wraps up my list week contribution, feel free to ask me how I feel about any of these that I haven't addressed! Cheers :)
Is an American business magnate, investor, and philanthropist. He is the founder, chairman and chief executive officer of Las Vegas Sands Corporation, which owns the Marina Bay Sands in Singapore, and is the parent company of Venetian Macao Limited, which operates The Venetian Resort Hotel Casino and the Sands Expo and Convention Center. He also owns the Israeli daily newspaper Israel Hayom and the American daily newspaper Las Vegas Review-Journal. Adelson, a donor and philanthropist to a variety of causes, also founded the Adelson Foundation in 2007, at the initiative of his wife, Miriam. He is a member of the Republican Party, and made the largest single donation to any U.S. presidential inauguration when he gave the Trump inaugural committee US$5 million As of October 2018, Adelson was listed by Forbes as having a fortune of US$33.3 billion, making him the 15th-richest person in the world. He is a major contributor to Republican Party candidates. He has been the largest donor, of any party, in both the 2012 and 2016 presidential campaigns. He had sat out the Republican primary season for the 2016 presidential election and on September 23, he announced a $25 million donation to Donald Trump's 2016 presidential campaign, making him the largest donor to the Trump campaign and the largest donor in the presidential election
Open Secrets Make American Number 1 PAC - Trump's main campaign PAC The list is so short until you start to see contributions of just a few hundred dollars. How utterly incompetent is Robert Mueller not to follow these ties? Less than a dozen individuals/families and most of the names are well known. Simple pay for play.
James Simons who plays the Democrat side along with his extended family trust funds. Has similar financial interests since the money comes from the same fund.
John Bolton who received millions of dollars from Mercer and Renaissance Technologies and is now Trump's National Security Adviser - that is no coincidence. Bolton was a director of the Project for a New American Century and has made his life career trying to blow up the world in a perpetual war to which the military industrial complex loves for perpetual profits.
Bill Kristol who is John Bolton's partner in perpetual war crime and has been trying to blame everything bad in the world on Russia and falsely tagging people as Kremlin agents under the German Marshall Fund (why is this still a thing?) along with another GW Bush Spook Mike Chertoff who has monetary interests in increased security contrasts. In such I think the German Marshall Fundand their fundersarchive should be investigated. The offshoot is the Atlantic Council , which has been more or less the enforcement wing of this establishment game. I would investigate their funders as well.
Bernard Marcus, co-founder of Home Depot and founder of the 'Job Creators Network' that is attacking AOC. Peter Thiel co founder of e-bay and way to close to big data anlayitics, wall street, and the military industrial complex. Facebook, data analytics, government information warfare and data with his Plantir Technologies. What else was about this election with Facebook and Data Analytics and information warfare?....Cambridge Analytica perhaps?
During questioning in front of the digital, culture, media and sport select committee, Christopher Wylie, the former research director of Cambridge Analytica, said that several meetings had taken place between Palantir and Cambridge Analytica, and that Alexander Nix, the chief executive of SCL, had facilitated their use of Aleksandr Kogan's data which had been obtained from his app "thisismydigitallife" by mining personal surveys. Kogan later established Global Science Research to share the data with Cambridge Analytica and others. Wylie confirmed that both employees from Cambridge Analytica and Palantir used Kogan's Global Science Research data together in the same offices Palantir hosts Palantir Night Live at Palantir’s McLean and Palo Alto offices. The event brings speakers from the intelligence community and technology space to discuss topics of common interest. Past speakers include Garry Kasparov; Nart Villeneuve from Information Warfare Monitor; Andrew McAfee, author of Enterprise 2.0; Nelson Dellis, memory athlete; and Michael Chertoff.
Survivng wife of Irving Moskowitz (January 11, 1928 – June 16, 2016) was an American physician, businessman, and philanthropist. His philanthropy, in part, sought to create a Jewish majority in Arab neighborhoods of East Jerusalem by purchasing land.
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In April 2009, Saunders was elected Chairman of the Board of Trustees of the conservative think tank Heritage Foundation. During his tenure, the sister organization Heritage Action was founded and Jim DeMint was hired as President. American investment banker and philanthropist. He is the co-founder of the private equity firm Saunders Karp & Megrue and the chairman of the Heritage Foundation.
Mr. Jerrold M. Jung, Jerry serves as Chief Executive Officer of Michigan Tractor and Machinery Co. and has been its President since July 18, 1988. Mr. Jung has experience in the areas of economic development and transportation. He served as the Chairman at Washington State Transportation Commission.
American businessman. He has served as the co-chief executive officer of American Financial Group since January 2005. He has also acted as chief executive officer and majority owner of FC Cincinnati since the club's founding in 2015. He is the son of Carl Lindner Jr. and a prominent member of the Lindner family.
Coolidge Foundation. A long-time executive at Del Monte, Sandra went into business on her own. She and her late husband founded the Gourmet Center and several other businesses. Their business provided menu items to airlines, and also introduced the Belgian cookie Biscoff to the United States retail market. Sandra’s husband passed away in 2007 but Sandra continued to run the businesses until 2014, entering new markets such as Canada and Brazil.
[WEEKEND RECAP] Miguel Vazquez vs Denis Shafikov, Zou Shiming vs Yokthong Kokietgym, Tommy Coyle vs Daniel Brizuela, Daniel Geale vs Garth Wood + more
Monday February 17th
From Salinas Storm House, Salinas, CA
Manuel Avila defeated Enrique Quevedo by UD
Paul Mendez defeated Raul Casarez by KO3
Wednesday February 19th
From Horden Pavilion, Moore Park, New South Wales, Australia
Daniel Geale stopped Garth Wood in the 6th round
I mentioned in the preview that Wood was overmatched and Geale should have very little trouble with Wood who’s only solid win came on a hail mary type punch on Anthony Mundine. From the opening bell, Geale just destroyed Wood. A UK referee would have wisely stopped the fight in the 1st round. In the post-fight interview, Geale called out and asked for a Golovkin fight. Geale looked good, but not that good.
Thursday February 20
From Centro de Convenciones Figali, Panama
Luis Concepcion won a technical decision over Carlos Fontes over 9 rounds
Concepcion keeps on winning.
Friday February 21
From Dover Downs Hotel & Casino, Dover, Delaware
Ray Robinson defeated Aslanbek Kozaev by 12 round unanimous decision
What did you expect from Ray “The New Ray Robinson” Robinson? From Edgewater Hotel & Casino, Laughlin, Nevada
Chris Rudd defeated Yakubu Amidu by unanimous decision
This featured the rarely seen extra tie-breaker, sudden death round. I thought Amidu would be go far in this tournament, but I was mistaken. Rudd dug deep and pulled out the win.
Petr Petrov defeated Fedor Papazov by unanimous decision
Miguel Gonzalez defeated Miguel Angel Mendoza by split decision
Fernanco Carcamo defeated Samuel Kotey Neequaye by 2nd round TKO
Neequaye was my pick to win this damn thing. I went 2 and 2 in my predictions for the tournament thus far.
Saturday February 22nd
From Cotai Arena, Venetian Resort, Macao, China
Zou Shiming knocked out Yokthong Kokietgym in the 7th round
There’s something I love watching in Zou Shiming. It’s similar to the way I love watching Pacquiao fight. It might be the way he flows offensively where he’s set and ready to throw punches at any point in the fight or maybe the fact that he just looks like he loves fighting and he’s enjoying what’s going on in the ring. Whatever it was, this was an entertaining fight. Shiming was obviously gunning for a KO and it must have felt good to finally get one. Shiming showed a ton of excellent technical things, the way he slipped punches, used his feet to escape, and a few little veteran things like using his forearms and shoulders to create more offense… and then there were the lapses where he was clipped by telegraphed punches that he should have avoided. It made for captivating TV and while Shiming doesn’t appear to have what it takes to beat any of the elite flyweights in the world, he will remain to be must watch TV for me.
Miguel Vazquez retained his IBF lightweight title over 12 rounds against Denis Shafikov
The internet seemed convinced that this was the end of the line for Vazquez. That the jig was up against an action Russian fighter who’s spent time at Freddie Roach’s Wild Card gym. I disagreed. How would a guy with a 5 inch height advantage whose jab is his bread and butter lose against a guy who comes forward and looks to be aggressive? Especially when the bigger man has some of the best footwork in boxing. Vazquez delivered a thorough performance that solidified him (in my eyes) as the top lightweight in the world.
Mavin Sonsona knocked out Akifumi Shimoda in the 3rd round
Marvelous Marvin Sonsona’s downfall will be his inability to keep his hands up. But so long as he lands his thunderous left on anyone’s chin, this kid will be a fast rising star. He’s 23, a southpaw, and Filipino. I’m not kidding when I saw that this was one of the most brutal KO’s I’ve seen in a while. If you haven’t seen it, look it up. A deadly left uppercut that put Shimoda to sleep the moment it landed.
Rex Tso stopped Mako Matsuyama in the 7th round
My boy Rex Tso stops yet another opponent. I think Tso has reached a point where he needs to step up his competition. Shiming and Luke Campbell are in the same boat. There's really no point for them to be taking these easy "journeymen" type fights. Their skill has, in my opinion, prompted a higher caliber of opponent to give them an opportunity to grow and evolve rather than continue refining what has worked in the past. I like to see fighters add new wrinkles to their game.
Ryota Murata stopped Carlos Nascimento in the 4th round
Story time. I woke up at 3am to watch this card (pacific time) so that I could see it live. I should have written down everything I was seeing or thinking because it’s all a blur and I fell asleep during the Vazquez fight. (No surprise there.) Murata looked good. He was accurate and the uppercut is becoming his signature blow.
Egor Mekhontsev stopped Atthaporn Jaritram in the 2nd round
Jaritram had no business fighting at light heavyweight and Mekhotsev made him pay. Jaritram was beaten from corner to corner and received the first loss of his career. If I have any criticism of Mekhontsev, it’s that he was squaring up a little too much, but his jab was brilliant. Obviously you can’t look at a fight like this and make any real decisions about a guy, but from what I can see, Mekhontsev could make real noise at light heavyweight if his chin is solid and he can avoid squaring up so often. From York Hall, Bethnal Green, London, UK
Tony Conquest defeated Daniel Ammann by unanimous decision
I didn’t watch this card too closely, but I will say that York Hall has to be one of my least favorite venues to watch boxing on TV.
Chris Eubank Jr defeated Alistair Warren by 3rd round stoppage
Eubank Jr looked very impressive and remains undefeated. From Ice Arena, Hull, Yorkshire, UK
Tommy Coyle stopped Daniel Brizuela in the 12th round
I don’t often do this, but I’m going to for this one. Just go watch it. Right now, for my money, this is the fight of the year.
Gavin McDonnell stopped Leigh Wood in the 6th round
This fight went on far too long. McDonnell had Wood out in the 6th round and the referee continued to let McDonnell batter Wood.
Curtis Woodhouse won a split decision over Darren Hamilton
And after the fight promptly retired.
Luke Campbell stopped Scott Moises in the 8th and final round
Campbell looked really good against an awkward opponent who seemed to love getting hit. Moises fought the entire fight with a smile and was encouraging Campbell more than his corner was to pour on the attack. Campbell broke his man down with very nice body shots and an accurate jab and straight to the head. From Celebrity Theater, Phoenix, Arizona
Alexis Santiago defeated Hanzel Martinez by unanimous decision
Martinez was dropped early and showed a ton of heart finishing the fight. Santiago won a wide decision in what was an entertaining fight.
Siarhei Liakhovich defeated Chad Davis by unanimous decision
The story here is that Liakhovich was booed loudly during the post-fight interview and walked off. Welcome back to the win column!
Yes, I'm an executive so I'm in touch with most everything that goes on. Most of the time when I see something like that, I just say "good for us" and try not to think about whether or not the person can afford it or not.
I, obviously, like to think I'm uber classy. But in general I think paycheck cashing promotions are pretty tasteless. E.g., Cash your paycheck and get 5% of the total value in free slot play.
Let's say your check is $1,000. The casino will cash your check and then also give you $50 in promotional credits to be used on the slot machines. The idea is that since we've given you some "free" money to begin playing the machines you will also dip into the $1,000 cash that we also handed you.
No, you get the $1K in cash and the $50 can only be used in the slot machine. I've done this once when I started my new job and my direct deposit wasn't set up yet so they issued me a live check.
I really don't like them so not often unless someone is in town that wants to go. I don't have a moral objection, just think it's a waste. "Hey do you like to eat steak? Give me $20 to smell this delicious steak! No, you can't try it!!!".
So that having been said, I might spend $20 to give to the girls on the stage and maybe a lap dance.
No, I don't get treated better because of my title really. They usually just care about how much money you spend and that's it.
Ummm... Off the top of my head I think the sneakiest thing is probably side bets on table games (e.g., play an extra $5 and if your two cards are a pair then you win $25) because the odds are terrible or things like advertising low table game limits but modifying the rules (e.g., blackjack pays 6:5 vs 3:2) to increase the house advantage.
First, we quantify most everything by "theoretical worth". That is, how much we can expect to win from you based on the house advantage of the game you play and how long you play. The general formula is decisions per hour X house advantage X hours played X average bet. So, $25/hand at blackjack X 1.5% house advantage X 2 hours played X 60 decisions per hour = $45 in theoretical worth.
Second, It really depends on the particular property. The number is a lot higher for Wynn then it would be at Joker's Wild (a really, really dumpy casino on the outskirts of Vegas). That having been said, most places will be very happy to have you if you are in the $150-300 a day in theoretical worth range.
I just threw the 1.5 number out there. We also factor in skill into house advantage so as to be more favorable to the player, comp wise. comp wise we'd probably give you 15% of the $45, or $6.75. That's just in what we call discretionary comps that the pit supervisor or host can give you. Then you could expect another 30% in the mail via free bets, hotel, food, etc.
Well I've worked all over the country and, yes, of course we always keep an eye out on new competition that would impact our existing customer base, especially as the business has seen much more legalization in new jurisdictions in the past 20 years.
For Vegas, I think most strip properties have dealt with this by investing in properties in regional markets so as to send their customers to their Vegas properties so it is pretty accretive. Someone from Harrah's Ak-Chin in the Phoenix area gets offers from Harrah's Las Vegas quite often.
The bigger problem really is for the markets where they were a monopoly for some time and really rested on their laurels. Reno and Atlantic City come to mind. Those markets are dying fast and there really isn't much upside. In Atlantic City, for example, you have casinos buying competitors just to close them so as to reduce the inventory.
I worked as a slot analyst (analyzing machine performance) years ago and never on the floor so I don't know/remember the exact steps. Essentially, though, it's verifying that the machine is functioning properly and recording the details of the jackpot for audit/regulators. If it is a taxable jackpot ( >= $1,200) then we are required to fill out the IRS W2G form to report it to them for tax purposes so at that point we have to get your ID, etc. to facilitate that. Then of course, there is the matter of actually paying you the money, verifying that it is the correct amount, etc. The tax form does get sent to the IRS. You can request the taxes not be taken out of your jackpot as you are only taxed on the net win at the end of the year.
4.) There's a lot of pressure to make money/meet your budget so all of the bullshit that goes along with that. Dealing with politics, having to adjust staffing, etc. And I don't like that at my level the usual tenure is 2-3 years so you move around a lot. I'd like to be more settled, especially in a place I'd really want to live for a long time and I don't feel like I have much control of that in this business.
1.) I mean there is only one of me at every casino so if something happens whether I don't like where I work or what something different (e.g., more money) or they don't like me (shocking, it happens!) then the likelihood that I have to move is high, especially if I'm in a city that only has a handful of casinos. 2.) I obviously feel like my skills could take me anywhere! But in reality, it has been tough to change industries when I've tried. Usually places like hotels don't pay as much as casinos and look for more sales-related skills and restaurants don't really have marketing people except at the corporate office whereas my skills are more analytics-oriented. And both usually pay less than casinos.
The problem with returning to that type of vibe is that it's difficult/impossible given how big the casinos are. Sure it was easy for Benny Binion to control everything and not be "corporate" when the old Horseshoe was literally 1/10th the size of MGM Grand.
I went there for grad school so was older and had a wife and a house. It is definitely a commuter school so there's not a lot of school spirit. I went to undergrad a school with a huge, huge, huge, football program so it was a bit of a change for me. I also didn't find the students to be terribly bright (with exceptions, of course). On the upside, a lot of people like living in Vegas and the Hotel Administration College (where I went) has very, very good brand recognition.
Yes, they hang out at the bars and then there are services you can call and have them sent to your room. If it's overt, casino security will clear them out of the bar area but the vice cops generally focus on human trafficking kind of stuff.
1.) The industry relies heavily on industry experience so job prospects are good if you're willing to start in a low position and work you're way up. If you go to UNLV and get the degree I got and expect for some casino to make you a Director of VP with no experience then you're going to be very disappointed.
3.) Definitely potential opportunity. I've read about that small tribe in Texas. It'll happen eventually in Texas. The people in Louisiana will not be happy, though.
Viable for what? Making consistent money? Then definitely not. If you are entertained by thrill of gambling and have the discretionary funds to do it, then by all means.
My undergrad degree is pretty bland, political science, so it wasn't hard at first. I did my grad degree in casino management because I was living in Vegas, wanted to get an MBA, didn't want to take 2 years off from work to get a full-time degree, didn't have the support of my job to get an executive MBA, and didn't like UNLV's MBA program.
Las Vegas Sands / Venetian is actively trying to kill it (which I don't really understand) but everyone just sees it as a means to make more money so are ready to pounce when it's legal.
1.) Generally there are poker dealers and table games (e.g., blackjack) dealers. Few do both. Among the table games dealers, most know multiple games as the more you know the more hirable you are. In terms of the qualifications it's just that you've gone to some sort of dealer school (there are commercial ones and some casinos do it in-house), experience, and a live audition. 2.) Really depends on the market and the casino. At the high end like Wynn or Venetian they will do close to $100K/year but at an entry-level place it could be more like $25K/year. It's base salary plus pooled tips (aka tokes).
3.) You've never thought of dealing the WSOP? They need as many dealers as they can find.
Encore and the new Barrymore are definitely designed for the Asian gambler. And you'd, obviously, have to assume the casinos in Macau are, too, although I've never been.
Typical work day is get to work and look at the previous day's financial results and react accordingly. I.e., ask the analysts to pull numbers, talk to the head of a certain department about their opinion on something, etc.
Emails emails emails.
Then it's usually a lot of meetings about upcoming things whether it be planning an event, approving new advertising, doing the strategic planning for the property for 2015, meeting with vendors, etc.
Emails emails emails.
By this time the numbers or reports I've asked to be run are ready so I sit down and look at them and act accordingly (e.g., hey, looks like we're spending too much on postage to mail to customers too far away, let's change the way we do this for next time), etc.
Emails emails emails.
Then it's usually time to go home but 2-3 times a week I'll have a dinner or event to go to with a vendor or colleague or someone from the press.
Emails emails emails.
Probably 2-3 Saturdays a month I'll go in and work for a few hours just to catch up on stuff or if there's an event to meet and greet players, make sure everything is going well, etc.
The masses don't care about either especially if you're able to offer low limits. The limit and the number of decks is what attracts people to a bj game. Still never going to allow counting.
Well certainly there are more what we call "front of house" positions (dealers, porters, servers, bartenders, etc.) than "back of house" positions (accountants, IT, warehouse, etc.) so in terms of pure numbers, yes it's easier to get -any- FOH than -any- BOH position.
That having been said, if you're wanting an IT position shouldn't be too hard if you're willing to work anywhere and have a little experience. If you're wanting to just jump into the CIO job at Bellagio, more difficult.
They aren't. The games have to go through pretty rigorous testing by the state or an agency of the state to be allowed to be sold. Gaming Labs International is one such company.
We definitely do SEO/SEM campaigns but primarily for hotel related keywords for people looking for hotel rooms. I worked at a place a little outside of the main city in the south one time and we'd buy broader search terms for people looking for "entertainment in main city" in case they didn't know there was a casino nearby.
I'd rather not say as I don't want to be outted but I have worked for large publicly traded companies, privately held companies (e.g., owned by hedge funds), and publicly traded companies where one individual owns the majority of the shares. I've never worked at a privately owned casino owned by one individual, though.
From a gambling standpoint, people in that age range like penny slots so we offer a lot of penny slots. We put on shows that would appeal to them. We would make the decor more classic vs hip. Etc.
It really depends more on the manner in which you win and how you behave. We're required by law to fill out a Currency Transaction Report for transactions over $10,000. So if you got to that point you would have already given us your ID, etc. We'd obviously make sure that surveillance is watching you to make sure you're not cheating but if you're on a random hot streak and betting $10K/hand then it wouldn't be a huge deal at most strip properties.
At my place, (which is not an uber classy place like Wynn or Venetian), you'd get pretty much whatever you'd want. Suite, dinners, limo from the airport, show tickets, etc. We'd generally reinvest in you 30% of your loss so just figure out what $3,000 in comps would get you.
As I mentioned in a previous post, I believe you really just need to be tenacious and take anything to get your foot in the door. It's a very crowded field, especially on the what I call "pretty picture" side of marketing. I wish I had a more specific answer to give you.
I usually say I'm in charge of driving profitable revenue. The departments that report up to me are charge of advertising, promotions, entertainment, public relations, direct mail/database marketing, and VIP marketing.
Absolutely. I think most of the major companies have management training/internship programs. Go to their careers websites. Caesars Entertainment, MGM International, Pinnacle Entertainment, Penn National Gaming, etc.
I think the best combination in today's world is to be more right brained with a creative bent as more and more the question asked of marketing folks is "quantify how your idea makes me money?" and less and less "what's the most most creative idea you have?"
It's a crowded field especially on the left brained side (e.g., advertising and public relations) because people think it's "cool". So if that's you're interest, I'd say being tenacious and creative is what is going to get you far in that world because it's tough to get your foot in the door and you have to have thick skin and then when you do get your foot in the door you are going to have a very short leash to prove yourself.
The hotel management program in general is not selective but the casino management program is difficult because it's pretty quantitatively-focused so there's a lot of attrition.
I'm not from here and my ex-wife hated living here thus why she's my ex. My friends and I go and see concerts, go to bars, we like guns so go shooting sometimes, and most Sundays cook for each other.
Doing what, exactly? Just be willing to make not a lot of money for awhile and be willing to relocate frequently if you want to move up the ladder. I guess those are the first things that come to mind.
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Get a preview, results, and full fight coverage here for Manny Pacquiao vs. Chris Algieri live on HBO PPV. HBO Boxing Pacquiao vs. Algieri is live this Saturday, November 22 on PPV. CLICK HERE FOR WATCH LIVE ONLINE CLICK HERE FOR WATCH LIVE ONLINE CLICK HERE FOR WATCH LIVE ONLINE CLICK HERE FOR WATCH LIVE ONLINE Manny Pacquiao will defend his WBO Welterweight Championship against undefeated Chris Algieri on Saturday night in China. The show has a flight time of 9:00 p.m. ET / 6:00 p.m. PT. Pacquiao (56-5-2, 38 KO) and Algieri (20-0, 8 KO) will be battling for Pacquiao's WBO welterweight title at a catchweight of 144 pounds (or 143+1). Pacquiao, 35, is the heavy favorite in the fight, but the 30-year-old Algieri has beaten the odds already this year, when he toppled Ruslan Provodnikov on June 14 to win the WBO junior welterweight title. (Algieri has since been stripped of that belt.) The undercard fighters will also be weighing in, of course. Vasyl Lomachenko (2-1, 1 KO) will defend his WBO featherweight title against Chonlatarn Piriyapinyo (52-1, 33 KO); Zou Shiming (5-0, 1 KO) will face Kwanpichit OnesongchaiGym (27-0-2, 12 KO) in a 12-round flyweight bout; and Jessie Vargas (25-0, 9 KO) will meet Antonio DeMarco (31-3-1, 23 KO) in a junior welterweight bout, also set for 12 rounds, with Vargas' "regular" WBA title at stake. Las Vegas is home for most of the biggest matches in boxing, but Macau, China has emerged as a desired location for one of the sport’s biggest stars. Even though HBO Pay-Per-View had never even broadcast a fight outside of the United States until a year ago, Manny Pacquiao is set to fight in Macau for the second time in 12 months. Pacquiao will put his WBO Welterweight Championship on the line against Chris Algieri this weekend. In Nov. 2013, he fought outside of Las Vegas for the first time in over six years, defeating Brandon Rios at the Venetian Macao. Fighting in Macao instead of Las Vegas has become a smart financial decision for Pacquiao, who along with Floyd Mayweather Jr., is the sport’s most popular athlete. Because he is fighting outside of the country, Pacquiao doesn’t have to worry about being taxed by the U.S. government on the at-least $20 million that he’s guaranteed to earn. By fighting in Macau, Manny is not subject to United States income tax," Top Rank CEO Bob Arum told USA Today. "Most of that would be at 39.6 per cent. We are talking millions of dollars he can save." Few athletes have ever equaled Pacquiao’s more than $300 million in career earnings, but the boxer has found himself in financial trouble. He’s currently battling the Philippine government, who’s looking for $75 million for unpaid taxes, stemming from fights in the U.S. The fight won’t draw massive PPV numbers in Macau. Pacquiao vs. Rios did around 475,000 buys, much less than the 750,000-800,000 buys that Pacquiao’s Las Vegas Fight with Timothy Bradley drew in April. However, moving the fight to Macau is more than worth it for Pacquiao and his promoter. According to the Los Angeles Times, Pacquiao’s purse is nearly three times what he would be guaranteed in Las Vegas, because of the fee paid by the Venetian. Holding the fight in Macau will also increase the number of viewers, since it will be broadcast live on free Chinese TV. Arum and Ed Tracy, CEO of Sands China and operator of the Venetian Macao, have estimated that between 200 million and 300 million Chinese people could tune into the fight. While Pacquiao will benefit from fighting in Macau, the bout couldn’t come at a better time for the city. Approximately 80 percent of Macau’s income derives from casino revenue, and business has been on the decline. The city’s revenue had been seven times that of Las Vegas at the start of 2014, but October was the worst month for casino revenue, since the city began keeping records. The 23 percent decrease marked the fifth straight month of declining income. With the fight being held in another continent, the start time will still accommodate viewers in the United States. HBO PPV begins its live broadcast at 9 pm. ET on Saturday night, but the undercard won’t allow Pacquiao and Algieri to enter the ring until approximately two hours later. The 13-hour time difference means the match will take place on Sunday in the early afternoon in Macau. Even before Pacquiao and Rios fought in China, starting a boxing match early in the day in another country was nothing new. The “Thrilla in Manila” between Muhammad Ali and Joe Frazier was fought in the morning so it could be broadcast in primetime in the United States. We needed to make sure our technical and production items would be addressed and we quickly concluded that fans would be able to see the same television pay-per-view experience they were accustomed to seeing," HBO’s Senior vice president of sports operations and PPV Mark Taffet told ESPN, before the company first broadcast a fight in Macau. Algieri has never fought outside of the United States. In the biggest fight of his career, the 30-year-old is guaranteed to make approximately $1.5 million.
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