CPG Poker Blog: How To Shoot An Angle And Lose $30k

By Brad Wilson.

Today I’m gonna tell you the story of the worst angle shot I’ve ever seen. It went down at the M8trix Casino in San Jose, California while I was playing $10-$25 uncapped NLHE.

The game was fairly prestigious, the biggest the M8trix regularly spread (Three days a week, if memory serves me correctly), and was roped off from all the other games.

The hand in question involves a well-known Silicon Valley fish whose name I don’t care to remember (we’ll call him Nemo) and an uber aggressive crusher named Zack.

CPG Poker Blog: I Asked Berkey But He Couldn’t Solve For Why

By Brad Wilson.

For a highly intelligent man Berkey has made one extremely poor decision.

Don’t get me wrong – his one bad choice is a million times better than my bad choices but that let’s not focus on that.

Let’s focus on the fact that you shouldn’t even know who Matt Berkey is.

He spent the majority of his poker career painstakingly attempting to reach the Mount Everest Summit of cash game accomplishments: Being a nosebleeds crusher. And the man pulled it off.

He was winning or losing millions each night while living a quiet and relatively anonymous life.

Then he decided for some ungodly reason to start a training site.

He had to think something like, “Yeah, making bajillions playing cash is just isn’t doing it for me. I think I’ll invest my lifeforce into taking on a super tough project so that I can earn 10x less while also doing 10x more work”…Right?

Or maybe I’m missing something. Maybe he made a multi-million dollar bet that he could create the world’s best poker training site in 10 years or less. That would make some sense.

Or maybe he LOST a bet and his punishment was that he had to create SolveForWhy so that he couldn’t spend as much time on the felt busting people up.

This is a theory I can get behind because it makes even more sense when you take into account that a couple months ago he dropped the price of a monthly S4Y subscription an absurd 94% from $149/mo to $9.99/mo.

Whoever he lost the bet to must have been super pissed because he was making too much money.

Berkey is NOT allowed to crush it while he’s in content creation jail!

Anyway you slice it there’s no way Berkey can rationally solve for why he created SolveForWhy.

Yet he did and now we all get to reap the rewards.

If you can come up with a good argument for why every single human being shouldn’t take advantage of Berkey’s poor choice I’m dying to hear it.

If you have no rational argument, here’s the link to sign up https://tv.solveforwhy.io/ref/brad@enhanceyouredge.com/

Coach Brad

CPG Poker Blog: The Time I Got Banned From Commerce Casino For Life

By Brad Wilson.

“Whoa, that’s weird. I wonder who all those security guards are after?”, I thought to myself.

Imagine my surprise when I learned they had come for me.

What a weird time in my life. I was great friends with a billionaire, was living in a Hollywood apartment with the Mistress, and am pretty confident I was in direct contact with organized crime on a weekly basis.

It all started when I became friends with Max (the billionaire). He was (RIP) a legendary VIP whale at the Commerce who had been playing for decades that pretty much everyone was happy to see show up. And it wasn’t always even about the money he would inevitably dust off.

Max had an unparalleled charisma that just made folks want to be near him. He was a tiny, hilarious, affable, Tunisian fashion designer. For some reason he and I just hit it off.

After four or five times of playing together and joking around, Max, out of the blue asked me if I’d like to fly with him on his private jet to Vegas for the weekend to watch the Billboard Music Awards.

Uh… sure?

After that trip, Max and I were officially friends. And, just like all friends ask of one another at some point in the friendship, Max asked me if I would move in with the Mistress so that she wouldn’t be lonely when he wasn’t around.

Here’s the deal: You know the feeling you have in poker when you have a great hand but you have a really horrible feeling in the pit of your stomach when your opponent jams the river? This was how I felt in my gut.

But because a lot of times in my life I have ignored my instincts and played the role of the fish, I said, “Yeah, why not?”

It’s really hard to pass up free rent.

So I move from my spacious arrangement at the Crown Plaza Hotel in the Commerce Casino to a 2 bedroom apartment in Hollywood with the mistress.

Pretty much immediately, the hours I had been spending playing poker went down. You may think Hollywood is close to Commerce, but I have experienced nothing in the world as tilting as LA traffic.

And then there were the home games the Mistress was regularly putting together.

I cannot state clearly enough to you how stupid it was to play in home games when there were legalized cardrooms very close by. I would like to tell you I was young and stupid but I absolutely knew better. Again, in life, I have been known to play the role of the fish.

You see the thing about the Mistress is she lived by a golden rule: Absolutely never give two fucks about anything, ever.

It probably stems from always getting whatever she wanted.

Where would you think the best place to recruit players for home games would be? Maybe a place where cardplayers go every single day? Yes, she was breaking the one rule at Commerce everyone knew you never break: Don’t poach their players.

But she felt like she was bulletproof because of her association with Max, the legendary Commerce VIP. She brazenly recruited players, Ironically promising them they could play more often against Max, right at the table. She overplayed her hand in a massive way.

Apparently, the owner of the Commerce, David, became very well aware of what the Mistress was doing and brought her into his office to have a little chat:

“Stop doing what you’re doing, give me the name of everyone who’s helping you out, and I will not ban you.”

You can probably discern what happened next:

5 security guards escort your faithful Coach to the guard shack and the Mistresses roommate was informed he’d been banned for life.

They waited one whole day before banning her, too.

As you might guess there’s a lot more to this story and maybe someday I’ll follow it up with a part 2.

I will follow up on a couple of points, though:

Was I actually guilty of recruiting players? Well, yes and no.

I “recruited” one player, one time in the dumbest way possible.

Someone brought up the topic of home games at the table, and a guy I was becoming good friends with (He’s actually the only person from those days I still talk to on the phone regularly) bemoaned the fact that he had never been invited to play in one.

So I said, “Hey man, if you’d like to come to one I can get ya in.”

I actually thought for the longest time this was the reason I had been banned.

Guilty, your honor.

Did the ban ever get lifted?

Yes.

My ban got lifted after 7 months in a way that, as Marie Kondo might say, “Sparks joy”.
It could very well be my answer to the CPG podcast question, “When you think of joy in your poker career, what’s the first memory that comes to mind?”

All of my friends who were regulars in the games went to bat for me with management. They had zero incentive to help me get back in but did it anyway because that’s what friends do.

It’s a gesture I will never, ever forget.

Eventually a player by the name of Muhammed had some juice with Commerce ownership and talked them into lifting the ban. It was a guy with nothing to gain who I barely knew. We had had only a handful of interactions at the table.

To this day that still blows me away.

When I hear folks talk about Commerce players being the “lowest of the low,” I will always think of the kindness they showed me and defend them to the death.

(I found out about the back half of the story after the ban had been lifted and I got to speak with the owner who told me what really went down)

So, to wrap up…

My god damn affable nature got me into a bad spot and then ended saving me, too.

Coach Brad