It takes me 1:15 to get to the Commerce in the rain so I buy in right at the start time of 4:00pm. I get to my table and there's no dealer and no chips. And all the peeps who were around me in line, are at my table. WTF? Is this the WSOP?
Table 54 seat 7...
3000 in chips ...
40 minute levels ...
It's go time!!
ZZZZZZZZZZZ.
"I think I have a low."
"there is no low."
Table draw:
Seat 1: Random Peruvian Guy (that's a new one). I can tell cause he's got one of this funny English hats on and all he's missing is a pan flute.
Seat 2: Pau Gasol. Not the real Pau Gasol, who's on TV right now, but he looks just like him minus a foot.
Seat 3: an oldtimer named Ozzie that I used to play with at Hollywood Park years ago.
Seat 4: RWG
Seat 5: Random Persian Guy who might be the very worst Omaha player I've ever seen. He's in every pot and calls every single one down.
Seat 6: Random White Chick
Seat 7: JDN
Seat 8: Random Old White Guy. At least 70 and oddly enough the only RPWG at the table.
Seat 9: RYWG. Our own little Allen Kessler. So tight I don't know why he is even looking at the hands.
With blinds at 25/25 there's no reason to raise preflop so I just call or limp pre and see play the flops. It seems to be working for me so far as I've scooped several pots in the first two levels.
I drill Ozzie when I limp with AAxx and I fill up on turn. I slow played it, then after he filled up on the river we cap it, I scoop it, and the dealer ships it.
Yeah boy!
The guy in seat 5 is trying so hard to bust but he's chopping just enough pots to keep his head above water.
3300 at break. I had 4600 but I caught the ass end of a straight against Ozzie and I called it down like a donk.
First hand back from break I limp with 2456 rainbow, a awesome Badugi if there ever was, and I flop the wheel four handed. Checked around. I turn the 7 high straight, checked around. I finally the river and everyone folds. Blargh.
Table break!
At table 41 I know a couple peeps. Seat 4 is my golfing buddy Carol and in seat 6 is Linda Johnson.
I lose a big hand with AA68 vs KKJ7.
Mark Gergorich moves to seat 3. This table sucks.
But then it gets better. I flop a straight against Carol and she donates a bit.
I make a hero call with AAxx on a multi-way pot with the board reading J 8 6 Q Q and it's good.
I hit and open ended straight draw on the turn and scoop a nice pot from the Asian guy in seat 2.
Hey I think Suzie Issacs is in seat 1.
Hey I just busted Suzie Issacs with the nut flush.
Hey Suzie Issacs has giant knockers.
Holy shit! There's a guy hulking out at table 34! There's gonna be a fight! Looks like the floor man, not Matt Savage, wants to get involved.
It's diffused. Bah!
My friend Kung Fu calls me at 7:30 to ask if I want to go get some drinks. He knows that I started the tourney at 4. I tell him I'm still in and he says "really?"
Fuckers.
Table break!
Table 31 seat 9.
The only one I recognize here is Chris "Hey I'm Really an Ewok" Bigler. He only lasts a few hands before busting.
I got around 8K. Which is double average.
And then I'm out. Couldn't win a hand once I got moved to the new table and I was in seat 9 which is the unlucky seat.
BAH!
JDN!
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