Anyone want to guess where I finished in the live tourney?
It was a day filled with poker. The live tournament at the private club was suck. For starters not enough people showed up. Perhaps this was because of all the football scheduled for the day. In any event, it was only a one table with ten people. Blah. $25 entry. Within the first 15 minutes I was down to 800 in chips. Yep, you heard that right. First hand I played was against a guy who didn't know how to bet or play and he had QQ, and I had a couple of hearts. Flop was Q-heart-heart. Bet, call. Turn was a blank and the river was a heart but paired the turn....giving me a flush and him a boat. Ugh. Next hand was against Gary. I had J-4 and the flop was 4-4-8. He bet and I raised to 2K. He called. Turn was a 6, bet, raise, all in. He had 6-6, which brought me down to my 800 in chips.
Then I battled, and battled and battled. Chose my spots against the worst players and jammed when I thought I had the best hand. Doubled up again and again. Took out the guy to my right and my left. Poor Sweet John. Nicest guy ever, but Mama needed chips.
As it was such a small field there were 3 itm and when we were down to 4 this young thang (Cancer Al's son) took me out. I jammed my stack on jack ten - first dumb move after hours of great playing - and he called with A-10. Doh! gg bubble girl.
As an aside, this club is in the town where I live....and while playing we ordered pizza to be delivered. The delivery boy shows up with the pizzas and starts talking with the young kid who'd later knock me out, and damn but the delivery boy looked familiar. He used to deliver to me at least 5 years ago, back when my fave pizza shop was still in business. I said to him "Hey....I remember you. You used to deliver to me!"
Now here's the weird part.....Keep in mind he hadn't delivered to me in well over 5 years, and most likely over 7 years.
He says "Hi! 45567 Maple Street! I was just thinking about you the other day!!!"
He recited my fucking address! And was just thinking about me the other day????? What. The. Fuck. Dude just entered creepyville. He tells me that he's delivering for this other pizza shop and did I want a menu for this one?"
I figured since he was offered, he, you know, had a menu on him. Nope. "I'll be right back!" And dashes out of the club to go get me a menu from his car. Weird.
Anyway, I get home and decide to play on BCP while I watch the ridiculous Pats/Broncos game. Talk about anticlimatic. <---I like this word. I felt gypped in the afternoon tourney, as it turned out to actually be a sit and go. And since I'd be parked on my ass watching football anyway, I signed up for a bigger tournament on BCP. It was a $5 buyin and ended up having 253 peeps, which I went through like a hot knife through butter. 27 peeps were in the money and for the last 2 hours or so I pretty much stayed between 2nd place and 4th place. I know, right?
We were down to 6 people (I rock) and the big jump in money was for first through third place. I had over 100K in chips and was slightly less than 2nd who had under 120K. I got Q-Q. Now in hindsight I'm thinking I shouldn't have played them so hard and waited to move up in the cash prizes as there were some short stacks. But I didn't do that. I bet, got raised, I reraised and then called 2nd in chips' all in. He had 10-10. Awesome. I'm thinking this secures my 1st place win. Until I see the flop, that is.
10-4-2. Mutha fucka.
$65 for my trouble, which is not too shabbay, but still.
Shall we talk football? That shiat was not entertaining. Believe me when I say I'd rather the game not be close but come on. Did Tebow do anything? Not that I could see.
I was kind of bummed to see the Saints lose though. Waffles and I had Brees as one of our QB's so I think this is a diseaster. Waffles, on the other hand is like "Eh, it's not so bad. The majority had Brees as well, and we did get a ton of points with our awesome team."
What I want to know is "Who is this optimistic impersonator, and what did he do with Mr. Doom and Gloom Waffles?"
Play smart and fold those pocket queens.