I’m not going to lie. This has been a tough WSOP so far. I’ve only made one Day 2 and haven’t yet made it into the money in any of the seven events I’ve played. There are a few things going on in my personal life that have distracted me, the most important being my cat, Jace, who is dealing with some major health problems. In addition to giving him medicine, taking him to the vet often, and dealing with his sickness and irregular sleep, I’m worried about him constantly, which weighs heavy on me. I know he can heal, but it’s taking a lot of time and care to get him there.
Excuses? I have them. But am I giving up on the WSOP? No!
Let’s get the last two tournaments recapped, even though I kinda want to forget about them!
Event 18 was the $2K limit hold’em tournament, and as I’ve said before limit is my game. So, I started that day by working hard, though at the end of Level 2, I only had 5,600 chips, less than I started with, because I lost a big pot earlier in the level. That hand was brutal. Luckily, blinds were only at 75/150. I picked up pocket kings under the gun and raised. A woman in Seat 9 reraised to 225, Seat 1 tried to call 150 not realizing it was 225, but he did call. Seat 3 also called. I reraised and they all called. The flop was 6-5-2. I bet, Seat 9 raised, Seat 1 called, I reraised, Seat 9 reraised. I ended up capping it, and they both called. The turn was the 8. I bet and they both called. The river was a 6. I just checked there but Seat 1 bet, and we both call. Seat 1 showed 6-7 and then said he never would have called if he knew it was 3 bets to him! Sigh. He won the pot.(photo courtesy of Pokerlistings.com)
But I grinded my way back up. At the same time, Tom “durrrr” Dwan was seated at my table, and it was funny to see the tweets that came back at me when I wrote that because I’m actually happy when I have a tough table! It keeps me focused on my game and gives me more to think about with each hand. My bad luck had nothing to do with him, it was just that no matter how much I grinded and got chips, I’d lose them in one hand. For example, I took Ac-Kc into battle with Seat 8, and I hit big on a Jc-10c-8h flop. The Ks turn gave me that pair of kings, but the 6h on the river didn’t give me the flush or straight. Seat 8 won it with pocket tens that flopped the set. Ouch.(photo courtesy of Pokerlistings.com)
The 90-minute dinner break was good because I had to drive home to give Jace his medicine, but it also left me a little sad to leave him and exhausted from rushing on the break and not having time to eat much of anything. I still came back with a good attitude, though, and finished the night with 22,300 chips. Out of 478 players, there were 110 left, and the average stack was 26,000. Day 2!
I went back the next day and didn’t last too long. My bustout hand was tough. I had Qh-10s in the big blind and called Bob Lauria’s raise from the small blind. The flop was Qs-9c-4h, and he bet, I raised, he called. The 10d on the turn gave me two pair, so when he checked, I bet, and when he raised, I reraised all-in. Bob called with Ks-Jc for the turned straight. The river blanked, and I was gone. There were 80-something players still in, but I wasn’t one of them. SO frustrating.
Early on Friday, I was upset to have a cough and sore throat. Seriously? Maybe I’m running myself down, but a cold for myself on top of everything else? Oh well, I took some medicine and focused on playing the 5pm start of Event 23, which was the $2,500 short-handed LHE. I was super excited about the six-handed tourney!
I felt good, except for the cold symptoms, going into it but took a hit in the first level when I took my pocket eights on through a flop of A-7-5. My opponent had 9-2 and called…and caught a 9 on the turn. Okay. Fine. I moved on. By the end of Level 2, I had 5,400, which was not ideal but I could work with it.
What I couldn’t work with was my last hand. I had Qd-9d, and four of us went to a Q-9-A flop. Not bad! I was all-in when the turn was a 7, but the player who called me had A-7. Nothing on the river helped me, and I was eliminated. My tweet about it said, “This calls for a BREAK…!!”
And I was right. Working so hard with nothing to show for it is tough to take on an emotional and physical level. But I’m not giving up! No way. It’s not what I do. I don’t know how to quit. But what I am doing is taking a day or two to relax. I have to clear my mind, work on my meditation, talk to some friends, and hang around the condo with Jace. All of that will help me focus so I can get back to the tables with a smile on my face and positive feelings about the tournaments. There are plenty more tournaments to go, and I’ll be ready to attack them very soon!