2.20.2009

LAPC $300 NLH $100K guarantee

It's been raining all night like a bitchfist, but when I leave the pad it has cleared up slightly. There's no traffic on the 10 because it's Presidents Day. Shitty weather plus a holiday equals not much traffic. Yay for me.

Then I get to interstate 5 and things slow down a bit. Then I get to the Washington exit and the line of cars stretch back onto the freeway. Ick. Can all these people be going to the Commerce to play a $300 tournament on a Monday?

Yup.

They're not going to have a problem getting the guarantee. Valet was full and I had to park about 1 mile away from the casino. Lucky for me it had stopped raining.

I run upstairs to get in line. In a line that runs back through a part of the commerce I didn't even know existed! There's more elevators back here.

There are about 500 people in line ahead of me. Damn it. I should have had Bobo buy me in. He's already playing. Bad planning on my part.

1:18pm
I see Chris Ferguson buying in. Times are rough.

1:24pm
The line hasn't progressed much. Looks like I'm gonna miss the 1st 3 levels. Minimum.

1:36pm
I can see the entrance to the tournament room. Looks like there is an equally long alternate line that follows the buy in line. Man, I need a beer.

1:45pm
First level has ended. Good news, the blinds were only 25/25.

1:59pm
I buy in. I'm alternate 293. Cocktails!

2:20pm alternate line
I run into Jeremiah Smith. After a lengthy chat, I'm still 200 deep in the alternate line.

2:28pm alternate line
Looks like they're putting people in the tent. There's a mofo'ing hurricane outside!

2:36pm alternate line

I have decided that this is the worst tournament experience of my life.

2:44pm alternate line
The old guy in front of me is wearing those ughhs boots. Dude, you're too old and you're a dude!!!

2:50pm alternate line

I make it back into the tournament room.

2:56pm
I take my seat at table 13 seat 6. 7 minutes left in level 3.

And I'm out.




I pick up queens on my second hand and get it all in on the turn of a board reading 6 7 9 T. The ole A8 has me drawing dead. GG.

What a waste of fricken time!

Fuck this shit I'm going back to Vegas.

JDN

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