The only thing keeping me going forward are those trophies they give out for winning one of these. It looks like a wynn hotel. I came close last year in the HOSE tourney. I was chip leader with 12 players and busted out in 9th. Final table and money bubble. It was awesome.
Once I get to the Wynn I tell myself to just get a sangwich and go home. But for some reason I walk over to the registration desk and hand over my thousand dollars.
I'm a glutton for punishment.
The tourney starts 30 minutes late due to the time change. Or so they say. I would imagine that nobody really wanted to come down here to play a $1000 Omaha tourney on sunday. That or they listened to their conscience and turned around and got back in bed.
In the first twenty minutes I display my inability to play tight and play premium hands. I lose 2K in the 25/50 level.
Table 43 seat 4
Table draw:
Seat 1: clueless old white guy that needs help reading his hands.
Seat 2: rwg with a red moley moley mole right in the middle of his forehead. If he shaved his head he could pull Indiana Jones' heart out. Oh and he has a giant zit on his upper lip. Whitehead and all.
Seat 3: little Asian chick. Not a sag but definitely a gambler
Seat 4: jdn
Seat 5: rwg
Seat 6: really old rwg
Seat 8: kinda Asian guy. Or maybe he's just Jewish. I can't tell.
Seat 9: rwg
Seat 10: rwg that was talking about banging hookers in Thailand before the start of the tourney. I hope he wore a jimmy hat.
Oh there's the Chainsaw.
Maureen Feduniak, my omaha arch nemesis, is at the table next to mine.
And now for something you only hear in a omaha tournament:
"Is your prostate bothering you?"
12,325 at first break.
The profile of the really old rwg's nose looks like a penis. I'm gonna try to get a pic.
Turns out the little Asian chick is Etay who I've apparently met no less than 3 times before. I drink too much.
She said I looked different. I asked if it was because I'm getting fat? She I looked younger... I'm the motherfuckn' Benjamin Button of poker!!
Around 20K at break. Man I was getting all squirrely in that last level. I played way too many hands but unlike the normal outcome, I was winning hands.
24,125 at dinner break.
I learned 3 important lessons during dinner break:
1. The Wynn and the Encore do not comp booze at bars. Even if you're playing video poker.
2. Video blackjack cheats.
3. Both the Wynn and the Encore have nice clean crappers.
My table breaks twice after dinner and I end up at table with Scott Clements on my left and Richard Tolavich is somewhere in the other end of the table.
26,700 at break.
Dan Hiemiller, a balding ginger with a mustache, gets moved to my table and he totally over takes the chainsaw for creepiest dude in the tourney.
I have a major monkey brain fart in the 500/1000 level and go from 30K to to 8K up to 20K and back down to 4K. I'm a rollercoaster. I'm not going to mention the hand where the guy called my river bet with bottom pair and it was good.
In the last hand before the 11pm break, I'm on the big blind and Scott raises to 2K under the gun. The kid in seat 1 reraises to 3K and its folded to me. I look down to KK67. I know that both of these guys are holding an ace. Probably A2 too. I can flat call and see a flop or reraise and make the pot bigger. I got 5400. I got spades with the K and 7, which is probably live. 67 can make a straight, I think I really only have to dodge an ace to take half the pot.
I reraise to 4K and both players call. The flop falls A A 2. Fuck me. Well, they both flopped trips at least if not both full houses. I look down at my 67. That might be very very live for the low if their both holding A2. I check hoping to get a free card. Scott bets 1K and the kid raises to 2K. Ok, I'm right where I thought I was. My kings are dead. Hopefully my 67 is live for the low.
I put my last 1400 in and Scott reraises before the kid get all his money in. The kid turns over A2TK and Scott shows A36J. Shit. I'm not drawing live. I need a 3 for the low. Turn is a T and the river is a Q. I'm out.
So poor.
JDN
