Seabrook AGAIN
Spoiler Alert! I won the whole shebang bitches!
I decided to play the 4pm tourney and get a little practice in for Super Bowl Sunday. Because of the weather we didn't get as many runners as usual. There was a paltry 27 peeps, a 3 table mtt with 3 places in the money.
Changed my live play up a bit. Usually, I start off tighter than tight. Tonight I did more limping than usual, trying to hit a flop. Meh.
Started with 7K and at the first break I had 12K. Not bad!
When we were down to 2 tables, I found myself playing against the guy I split a tourney with last time I was there. Boy did he remember me! :)
He was talking me up like he was my agent. After 5 minutes of him telling everyone how scary I was, I was able to steal some pots and chip up.
Fast forward to the final table. I'd been card dead for over an hour and look down at A-K. I bet it hard and win. Couple hands later I get A-K again and the other woman at the table jams all in. She short stacked so I obviously must call her. She flips over 7-7. I hit my ace and knock her out.
Now I've played with her before. She's an older woman and a decent player, albeit a bit too tight. I actually feel bad about knocking her out (rare for me) so as she's leaving I say "Good game. I had to call you, but I wanted to take the guys out, not the girls".
Then one of the big stacks says to the table "Ever notice how older women like each other?"
"Wait a minute! Did you just call me AN OLDER WOMAN?" I ask.
He did!
I tell the big stack that he just put a nail in his coffin. He's my focus and he's going to be the bubble.
I shiat you not....he was the bubble! He lost a big hand to Edward (total donk) who had Jack Ten! Very next hand, I have.....Jack Ten....and I took his ass out with it! Flop was jack high and he jammed. Now this was right after I was extolling the beauty of the jack ten.
He looked dazed and confused as he walked away. He's a regular there, and I remember knocking him out about 6 months ago, and how he yelled and acted like a baby when it happened. Oh well.
John was to my immediate right and a good player. Only reason he made it to the final table is much earlier on I had him crushed while he was all in and he went runner, runner for a flush. Ugh. But he didn't waste those chips....he came in 2nd!
When we were heads up, I took him out in 4 hands. I did predict I'd do it in 3, but potato, potahto. At that point, I was doing so much trash talking it was ridiculous. I kept predicting my win and John kept saying "Don't say that out loud, you're going to jinx yourself!"
Of course he also kept saying that I was the luckiest person ever. That it was all luck....getting lucky flops...blah, blah, blah. Kind of reminded me of another John, (sparky36). Should I have told him that I'd been card dead for over an hour? Nah.....let him talk himself into believing it's all luck.
I did get one lucky hand though.....Remember Edward, the donk I mentioned earlier. I do not know how he made it to the final 4 but he did. And he SUCKED. Just not a good player. So we're 4 handed and I have A-8. Edward's the short stack and the BB. I raise and he jams all in. I figure I'm behind but it wasn't much more to call his all in. He flipped over A-J.
Ut oh!
Flop was 8-8-x. Prettiest flop evar! gg Edward!
Then I took out Joe and then....best for last.....I took out John. BOOM.
With a pocket full of cash, I headed over to 2-4 limit holdem and won an additional $60.
Sugar Bear got his take! For spending Saturday night without his Mama, he pocketed $22 cash money.
Now I just have to do this again tomorrow on Super Bowl Sunday.
Oh and I gave John the url to this blog. John if you're reading...leave a comment and tell the masses just how amazing I am at live tourney play!
Play smart bitches!
Josie
I decided to play the 4pm tourney and get a little practice in for Super Bowl Sunday. Because of the weather we didn't get as many runners as usual. There was a paltry 27 peeps, a 3 table mtt with 3 places in the money.
Changed my live play up a bit. Usually, I start off tighter than tight. Tonight I did more limping than usual, trying to hit a flop. Meh.
Started with 7K and at the first break I had 12K. Not bad!
When we were down to 2 tables, I found myself playing against the guy I split a tourney with last time I was there. Boy did he remember me! :)
He was talking me up like he was my agent. After 5 minutes of him telling everyone how scary I was, I was able to steal some pots and chip up.
Fast forward to the final table. I'd been card dead for over an hour and look down at A-K. I bet it hard and win. Couple hands later I get A-K again and the other woman at the table jams all in. She short stacked so I obviously must call her. She flips over 7-7. I hit my ace and knock her out.
Now I've played with her before. She's an older woman and a decent player, albeit a bit too tight. I actually feel bad about knocking her out (rare for me) so as she's leaving I say "Good game. I had to call you, but I wanted to take the guys out, not the girls".
Then one of the big stacks says to the table "Ever notice how older women like each other?"
"Wait a minute! Did you just call me AN OLDER WOMAN?" I ask.
He did!
I tell the big stack that he just put a nail in his coffin. He's my focus and he's going to be the bubble.
I shiat you not....he was the bubble! He lost a big hand to Edward (total donk) who had Jack Ten! Very next hand, I have.....Jack Ten....and I took his ass out with it! Flop was jack high and he jammed. Now this was right after I was extolling the beauty of the jack ten.
He looked dazed and confused as he walked away. He's a regular there, and I remember knocking him out about 6 months ago, and how he yelled and acted like a baby when it happened. Oh well.
John was to my immediate right and a good player. Only reason he made it to the final table is much earlier on I had him crushed while he was all in and he went runner, runner for a flush. Ugh. But he didn't waste those chips....he came in 2nd!
When we were heads up, I took him out in 4 hands. I did predict I'd do it in 3, but potato, potahto. At that point, I was doing so much trash talking it was ridiculous. I kept predicting my win and John kept saying "Don't say that out loud, you're going to jinx yourself!"
Of course he also kept saying that I was the luckiest person ever. That it was all luck....getting lucky flops...blah, blah, blah. Kind of reminded me of another John, (sparky36). Should I have told him that I'd been card dead for over an hour? Nah.....let him talk himself into believing it's all luck.
I did get one lucky hand though.....Remember Edward, the donk I mentioned earlier. I do not know how he made it to the final 4 but he did. And he SUCKED. Just not a good player. So we're 4 handed and I have A-8. Edward's the short stack and the BB. I raise and he jams all in. I figure I'm behind but it wasn't much more to call his all in. He flipped over A-J.
Ut oh!
Flop was 8-8-x. Prettiest flop evar! gg Edward!
Then I took out Joe and then....best for last.....I took out John. BOOM.
With a pocket full of cash, I headed over to 2-4 limit holdem and won an additional $60.
Sugar Bear got his take! For spending Saturday night without his Mama, he pocketed $22 cash money.
Now I just have to do this again tomorrow on Super Bowl Sunday.
Oh and I gave John the url to this blog. John if you're reading...leave a comment and tell the masses just how amazing I am at live tourney play!
Play smart bitches!
Josie
Comments
Seriously -- congrats!
Thanks Neo....All it takes is one hand, one mistake. Been there.
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