For the first time in the 4 years I've used a particular alarm clock app, my alarm didn't go off. Luckily I woke up on my own only about 25 minutes late.
I was a couple minures late, but didn't miss a hand. I recognize a few faces at my table, including Faraz Jaka, who has wasted no time in running the table over virtually every hand.
So nobody ever tells stories of how stupid they are, so I'll go first. The details aren't important, but let's just say that if someone had called out "Hey, Butcher McSpewerson!" in the Miranda room during the first 15 minutes I would have raised my hand and announced "HERE!" Ugh...I mean awful.
So, my 225 bb stack is now a 160 bb stack. Obviiusly still fine, but damn. I think it was just nerves.
Death by a thousand cuts. I've gotten it in with shortys 3 times, ahead twice, lost all 3. Still have 77k at 400/800 so no panic or anything...but ugh.
Was all the way down to exactly starting stack about 10 minutes ago. Now back on 115k after my pair/gutter/fd got there with both the straight and flush hiting the river.
Regarding TV coverage: how is it that anybody thinks it's ok to wear a tank top w/ no t shirt under it when you're going to be in close proximity with others for an extended period of time...like say, at a poker table.