If Thursday was a blur, Friday wasn’t much better.
I know my plan was to get up early enough to get to the sbobet noon tourney, but my body wasn’t cooperating. Going to bed at 6am that morning probably didn’t help.
When I finally staggered into the poker room (running on no sleep and less food is a bad idea), the tourney was seated and it was full. There were enough of us stragglers, however, that they opened a new table.
I was happy to see fhwrdh sitting to my left, but, unfortunately, he wouldn’t last long.
Cracking Cowboys and Busting Out
A few hands in, fhwrdh plays his Hiltons hard, as he should, especially with a J-high, no straight, rainbow flop. Apparently, his opponent thought his pair-draw was solid and he called with AKo. An ace on the turn and fhwrdh was tilted out of the tourney. I’m not sure I’d have taken as well as he did.
My first big hand is pocket deuces. I limp to see a flop and it’s raised after me, a standard raise. Since I’m already in the pot, I decide to see if I can get lucky and call. The flop is 9-3-2. I check (because I’m tricky like that) and my opponent makes a pot sized bet. I push, he calls, and flips his cracked Kings. Sorry pal.
And that’s the last hand I remember. When our table broke, I took up a seat to Michael Craig’s right. He was an exceedingly nice man. And I don’t know what happened, but I think I played a total of three hands at that table before busting.
Getting Rich in NL
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