She Kept Straddling Me and sbobet I Loved It

A great dinner and a good night’s sleep didn’t exactly accomplish what I had hoped. I woke up with a pounding headache the morning of the sbobet Holiday Classic. I told everyone I ran into and (thank the Poker Gods) April H. had some migraine medicine.
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That would only be the start of my pain. The rest would come when cards went into the air.
Playing Poorly and Paying For It
I really, really, really, really hated my play in the main event. And I feel really bad about it. I’m not sure why I played the way I did, but it was really out of character. You can see my starting table in my picture post. My tourney came down to just a few hands.
Limped with ATs, called a raise by Joanne, flopped nut flush draw and rivered a pair of T’s, but lost to QQ and was crippled. Poorly played on all streets. I got lucky enough to triple up when my pocket 6’s held up, but I donked it away a few hands later. FellKnight raises to T500 and Performify calls. I push all in with T1500 holding AJs. I was really hoping for some folds because I thought maybe Performify’s call showed weakness. FellKnight did lay his hand down (he would have flopped the winning set), but Performify said, “Do I really want to race here?” It was obvious to me that he had AK at that point, putting me on another small pair. I really wish I had taken the opportunity to imply BIG pair, but I didn’t. I flopped a gutshot, but my Q never came. Out in 98th out of 107.
FYI: Performify knocked both Otis and I for two of the three limited-edition bounty T-shirts, Gracie won the third. Images below:
CJ’s T-Shirt
G-Rob’s T-Shirt
Otis’ T-Shirt
I decided the best way to hide my disappointment was to get to work. So I kept track of the bust outs the best way I could from there on out. There was some serious cash on the three-player last longer bet so I had to make sure the right team got paid (Congrats, Team Loo).
Eventually, it got down to the final table and Jaxia, Pauly and I conducted final table bust out interviews. Congrats to Gracie for 2nd and, of course, to StudioGlyphic for the win.
Never Play From Ahead
The Shootout in the Desert was next, and it was even more disappointing. When FactGirl, Biggestron, -EV, Spaceman, Royal and I finally sat down, we found out this thing was a crap shoot. It was T1000, 25/50 starting blinds and 10 minute levels.
The first hand I flopped top pair with QJ and won a pot. The second hand I called -EV’s all in with KQ and bettered his KJ to knock him out. A few hands later, my pocket 7’s lost to Spaceman’s A5. A few hands later, my A4 lost to Royal’s KT. And finally, my pocket 4’s lost to Royal’s AKo and I was out. That’s 5 hands, getting my money in the pot ahead every time, and finishing next to last. Spaceman and Royal chopped.
The Fabled “wil list”
Apparently, it’s not the place to be. I didn’t even know it existed until an ill-fated monorail ride.
We’re on our way to Storm the Castle and just got off the monorail when wil started a story about how he once got stuck in a monorail for 30 minutes and joked he almost ran out of air. I, quietly, remarked, “Good thing someone had a phaser.” Whoops.
“You’re on the list!” wil said, pulling out a notepad with an actual list.
Thankfully, G-Rob came to my rescue, “No wil, it’s like this,” pantomiming his best Star Trek communicator, he tapped his chest, “Beep, Beep… put CJ on the list… Beep, Beep.”
That put G-Rob higher on the list than me. Yeah, me!
The Castle, Need I Say More.
Storming the Castle was the highlight of the trip for me (well, I suppose the little tourney win was cool, too, but we’ll get to that). I arrived and sat down at the first $2-$6 spread blogger game I could find. That meant a game with StB, Shep, Alan, Dr. Jeff and Dimebag Dave. That worked for me. We dropped Hammers with impunity and straddled like we were rodeo cowboys. It was a blast.
Then things got even better when the lovely Change100 decided to join us for some donkey poker. She took the seat to my left, and with a little prodding, straddled me the first chance she got. That lasted about 4 or 5 orbits before we decided perhaps straddling was a bad idea. As it became clear we weren’t really playing poker, the straddling returned late in the evening. I didn’t have a better table-mate all weekend long. Oh, and we both lost. In fact, I had to rebuy (there’s no shame in rebuying!!!).
The poker was just one part of the night, however. The prop bets were flying. I got into a rhythm with Dave and Marty every time the wheel was spun. I was Blue, Dave was Yellow and Marty was Green. Dave took the early lead, hitting a few times, but then Yellow went cold (just ask G-Rob). In the end, I think I finsihed down a few bucks. I did, however, win a big prop bet when Otis, Gamecock and I battled over the next commercial break on ESPN. I said a car commercial would come next, Otis a fast food commercial, and Gamecock a beer commercial. Thank you, Toyota.
I Should Have Gone to Bed
The donkey poker finally broke up, and I went in search of a Craps table. I really wanted to throw some dice while in Vegas. I was visited briefly by Change100 and Drizz, but there was no brining me luck there. I quickly dropped $300.
I took two black chips and headed back to the poke room. I did not know why. I found Otis at a NL table and decided that was the best place for my $200. About 10 minutes later, that was someone else’s $200. I think I bluffed after a busted flush draw. Whatever.
Then I dropped into a seat at the TV table for some Vegas Hold ‘Em with wil wheaton. About 5 blind hands later (yeah, I decided not to look much), I was out another $80. What was I doing?
It was very early in the morning by then so I ran back to the room, took the contacts out for a bit, changed clothes and cleaned up. I decided I wouldn’t sleep before heading to the sports book.
Ah… the sports book. Now that’s where the money is!