Another Day, Another Bubble
I decided against playing the 2k PLHE event yesterday. I realized that if I got to day two, I would not be able to play the 1500 event today, which will have a much softer field and a much higher prizepool. I hung around the suite, ordered lunch and watched the latest ep of The Ultimate Fighter (Finale is tonight, yahhhh). I went downstairs and Josh persuaded me to play the nightly 340 tournament. Until then, I played some cash. Managed to play very well and get insta stuck like 1600. I did manage to outplay everyone and got money in very well a few times always to lose. After a few hours, I was actually able to book a win for the session, which was pretty surprising and awesome. I grabbed dinner and off to the 7pm tournament.
Now, as few close to me know, I run worse than pretty much anybody in the world in multi-table tournaments these days. It does not matter what the fuck I do, I just lose. I started off the tournament like every other one and turned my 4k into 22k, being chip leader after the first couple of levels. Then for the next 3 hours I proceeded to get pushed over every weak open I made, lost 4 coinflips that were at least worth 24k, and lost two 70/30 favorites. The fucking sick part is that I was still in this catastrophe of an event. I pennied down to 6900 after losing infinite in another coinflip, and with blinds at 600/1200/100 ante, I stuck it in with KJo, got snap pushed on by the button who had AKo. I flopped a gutshot, turned a flush draw and bricked the river. I found out that I again placed like 40th just out of the money where 27th+ gets paid.
I left in a pretty foul mood, mostly because I really should have had no problem at all getting to the end of this tournament. The fact that I hung around FOREVER without winning any big pots was an accomplishment all it's own. It is just a matter of time before I cash pretty well in one of these events. The fields are just so insanely soft. Sigh.
Anyways, I am playing the 1500 nl event today. I have a pretty good game plan and although I am incredibly nauseous and have a killer stomach ache, (Vegas does this to me every time for some reason) I feel really good about today. I just know it is time to soul crush.
On a final note, I must say that although this trip has been like a huge disappointment as far as the WSOP goes, I am really enjoying it out here. I have not had one drink, I have been eating decently, and I really enjoy having a poker roommate out here, especially one that doesn't decide to rub peanut butter all over my walls. If you didn't hear about my old roommate in Cleveland, yea, that shit really happened.
I am off to shower, eat a banana nut muffin and win a bracelet.
Lettuce gogogogogogogogo.
Now, as few close to me know, I run worse than pretty much anybody in the world in multi-table tournaments these days. It does not matter what the fuck I do, I just lose. I started off the tournament like every other one and turned my 4k into 22k, being chip leader after the first couple of levels. Then for the next 3 hours I proceeded to get pushed over every weak open I made, lost 4 coinflips that were at least worth 24k, and lost two 70/30 favorites. The fucking sick part is that I was still in this catastrophe of an event. I pennied down to 6900 after losing infinite in another coinflip, and with blinds at 600/1200/100 ante, I stuck it in with KJo, got snap pushed on by the button who had AKo. I flopped a gutshot, turned a flush draw and bricked the river. I found out that I again placed like 40th just out of the money where 27th+ gets paid.
I left in a pretty foul mood, mostly because I really should have had no problem at all getting to the end of this tournament. The fact that I hung around FOREVER without winning any big pots was an accomplishment all it's own. It is just a matter of time before I cash pretty well in one of these events. The fields are just so insanely soft. Sigh.
Anyways, I am playing the 1500 nl event today. I have a pretty good game plan and although I am incredibly nauseous and have a killer stomach ache, (Vegas does this to me every time for some reason) I feel really good about today. I just know it is time to soul crush.
On a final note, I must say that although this trip has been like a huge disappointment as far as the WSOP goes, I am really enjoying it out here. I have not had one drink, I have been eating decently, and I really enjoy having a poker roommate out here, especially one that doesn't decide to rub peanut butter all over my walls. If you didn't hear about my old roommate in Cleveland, yea, that shit really happened.
I am off to shower, eat a banana nut muffin and win a bracelet.
Lettuce gogogogogogogogo.