Where did that spark between us go....

In a monumental moment of weakness and stupidity, despite my anger from the day I'd had and knowing full well that I needed to be up and at'em around 4:00am this morning, this idiot signed up for the 10:00pm local mookie last night. There really should be some kind of button or switch that goes off automatically, whenever I think stuff like, "it seemed like a good idea at the time!" Some kind of gizmo that turns the brain back into a functioning unit of some kind, rather than that mass of grey matter that just sits and giggles, while I make stupid decision after stupid decision.

Now it's not the mookie itself I have a problem with, don't get me wrong here. It's my still being awake on a school night, at 1:00am or so that's the issue. If I had every Thursday off, I'd play in every damn mookie I could. There's always a great crowd of friends there, that I wish I could say I got to "see" a lot more than I actually do. Last night was no exception! DoubleD, Numb, Joe Speaker, LJ, Lucko, Carmen, Buddy, Lightning and eventual winner heffmike were all at my table throughout the night. I also ran across Schaubs and IT on the rail as well. I'm sure they were focused on the horses they had remaining in their epic season long wager!

I actually managed to play a little "solid" poker last night, despite my normal tendency to really donk it up in the later evening games. With that solid poker, came one lucky break that anyone needs to advance deep into one of these fields and I also caught a few cards at very fortuitous times as well. Put that all together and, you can be sitting in a good spot on the leader board at first break!


After the first break, there was that run of hands that always seems to occur in any MTT for me. My patience was really put to the test, as a non-stop run of hands like 2-8, 3-10 or even worse, made appearance, after appearance, after appearance.

I was fairly "chatty" at the table, (YES! Even for me!) but I was really trying to pay attention to the play as well. (weird concept, I know!) I thought I saw a few opportunities here and there, where I might be able to represent a tight image with big cards. I tried a shot and it worked out well, getting a pre-flop raiser and caller to fold to my 3x re-raise. Then I saw my second chance to do the same, and it also went as planned. Those two pots were enough to keep me treading water in the blinds. I waited patiently for some playable hands, but they just never seemed to come along. I had my next opportunity to make a move and pulled it off flawlessly. Well, almost flawlessly! Because I was holding "The Bammer," I showed my cards. I know, I know! Stoooooopid!

By second break, I think I was around 8th - 10th in chips. I still couldn't get any real playable hands at the right moments though, so I made a play at Numbono with another Bammer. This time it didn't go so well. His air was just a little better than my air. LOL! That cost me a few too many chips for sure, but man was it funny at showdown! Then it just got silly! As over and over again while I was in the BB, the short stacks kept pushing them all in. I'd be left with calls of two or three hundred and pretty much had to make those calls, no matter what two cards I was holding. This happened four times and I didn't win a single one of them. There goes an extra 1100 or 1200 in chips in four orbits!

Then it really happened.......... all that way to the final twelve out of 54 players and ............ disconnect.
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there was a lot of swearing about here somewhere...................... I'm at a six-handed table with substantial blinds dammit......... CONNECT ALREADY!!!................................ four minutes! It's never taken four minutes to reconnect before!...................... FIVE !!!!............................ SIX..................................

Six minutes that felt like an eternity to me go by, before I get to sit back down at the table. Naturally, my stack is crippled and I come back to any Ace and have to jam. I do not win that race either and I go out in 12th. place.



I love our property and home and I wouldn't trade it for anywhere else that I know of in the world. But occasionally realizing that 79 miles of dial-up is going to have these issues at the wrong time, can be a little hard on the system for certain!

My sincerest thanks for dropping by....