2008 WSOP Events 38, 38.5, 39
Event 38, $2000 Pot-Limit Holdem Um, I played a hand or two, I lost, I left.
Event 38.5, $2250 HORSE Satellite Er, I didn't leave the building, I got some lunch and stuck around for the 5pm Satellite for the 50k HORSE. Whereas the last time I played I had a starting table with players who couldn't read their Omaha hands, this time I had Mike Wattel and Mark Gregorich. Whereas the last one I played I had guys who thought you could double-bet the paired door card in 8 or better, this time I had Mike Sexton. Whereas the last one I played I had guys who check-folded every Hold'em pot, this time I had Carlos Mortensen. 38 players in the field, but at least as many bracelets. Still, I was able to extract bunches of chips from the nonsuperstars. Once the limits went up, though, I kept getting myself into marginal stud situations and aborting chips. I went from $15,000 to $2000 in about 5 hands. Then we broke to two tables and I found myself back in the Elysian Fields of dingdongs. Unfortunately, I left all my chips back at Hell's Kitchen. This might've been a meta-game error. I always try to focus on playing the next hand the best I can, but perhaps I should have tightened up a little and rolled the dice on the redraw. A couple doubles and an IGHN.
Event 39, $1500 No-Limit Holdem aka the Uber-donkament. I had a great starting table and never an opportunity to do anything. I'm leery of manufacturing opportunities when there are no antes, but then on the break I have Bill Chen explaining why he potted the field with 63o. (But he wouldn't have with 62o. Seriously.) Anyway, I dwindle, double to original and then this hand occurs. Blinds are 100-200 with 25 ante. I raise with KJs. Big blind (a definite amateur) defends. Flop is J42 all clubs. Check Check. Turn is the J of spades. I bet $1200. He calls. River comes down. I don't look, just look at him. Finally he checks and I see the 3 of clubs, and check disgustedly. He shows the Ac4d and says I thought you were gonna go all in there. Uh, yeah. I jam my next pair but an ace hits. I was there almost four hours (surviving half the field), and felt like I hardly played any poker at all.
Tomorrow's Triple-Draw tourney will at least give me a chance to rumble and spew.
0-17 -$47000
Event 38.5, $2250 HORSE Satellite Er, I didn't leave the building, I got some lunch and stuck around for the 5pm Satellite for the 50k HORSE. Whereas the last time I played I had a starting table with players who couldn't read their Omaha hands, this time I had Mike Wattel and Mark Gregorich. Whereas the last one I played I had guys who thought you could double-bet the paired door card in 8 or better, this time I had Mike Sexton. Whereas the last one I played I had guys who check-folded every Hold'em pot, this time I had Carlos Mortensen. 38 players in the field, but at least as many bracelets. Still, I was able to extract bunches of chips from the nonsuperstars. Once the limits went up, though, I kept getting myself into marginal stud situations and aborting chips. I went from $15,000 to $2000 in about 5 hands. Then we broke to two tables and I found myself back in the Elysian Fields of dingdongs. Unfortunately, I left all my chips back at Hell's Kitchen. This might've been a meta-game error. I always try to focus on playing the next hand the best I can, but perhaps I should have tightened up a little and rolled the dice on the redraw. A couple doubles and an IGHN.
Event 39, $1500 No-Limit Holdem aka the Uber-donkament. I had a great starting table and never an opportunity to do anything. I'm leery of manufacturing opportunities when there are no antes, but then on the break I have Bill Chen explaining why he potted the field with 63o. (But he wouldn't have with 62o. Seriously.) Anyway, I dwindle, double to original and then this hand occurs. Blinds are 100-200 with 25 ante. I raise with KJs. Big blind (a definite amateur) defends. Flop is J42 all clubs. Check Check. Turn is the J of spades. I bet $1200. He calls. River comes down. I don't look, just look at him. Finally he checks and I see the 3 of clubs, and check disgustedly. He shows the Ac4d and says I thought you were gonna go all in there. Uh, yeah. I jam my next pair but an ace hits. I was there almost four hours (surviving half the field), and felt like I hardly played any poker at all.
Tomorrow's Triple-Draw tourney will at least give me a chance to rumble and spew.
0-17 -$47000