Day 6:
After a day off from the worst loss of my career, I was looking forward to redemption, but when I got to the Commerce nobody was around to play. Some time passed and a few guys were interested in starting 3 handed and seeing what might come from it.
I intend on preserving the anonymity of the players of these games out of respect to them, but quite frankly only a handful of them deserve it if I'm being honest, and it's not like I'm reaping the great rewards of good etiquette, but still I will try to honor the intent unless I know it doesn't matter, or they deserve the call out ( next post ).
In any case we started 400/800 with one of the few people in this game I feel close with, who happens to be a very strong player, along with a kid I'll call 'Smug Mango' ( he's ****ing smug and eats a lot of mango ). An hour or so went by, I played alright, and ran good booking a $17,100 win before SM wandered off silently with no plan to return. My friend and I sat and talked, waiting to see if SM was coming back - it was his request to start the game - but not to be.
At this point my girlfriend showed up to surprise me, and my friend decided to head back to his room. I was still planning on hanging around in case 800/1600 started, but we wanted food, and I figured I'd drive her home and let her have the car for the rest of the day. I inform the floor-person of what I'm doing and ask that I be contacted if the big game begins to form. He assures me it won't be a problem.
Of course I'm tragic, and what winds up happening is we begin driving home, my gf says she's thinking about just staying at Commerce with me and getting some work done on her laptop. I suggest we just turn around and eat in the restaurant, but she wants to let the dogs pee which is reasonable of course. I know in my gut I'm being an idiot, and sure enough 90 minutes later I'm locked out of the 800/1600 with no warning; I totally deserve this.
I play some 25/50 PLO in the meantime, and do fine ( PLO results under 50/100 not included in these posts ) when old FTP Pro shows up and suggests starting a HU 400/800 Super Stud 8/Badeucey mix which sounds great! I treaded water in SS8, but I'm on a huge 'impossible to make a Badugi in Badeucey' dry spell, and my opponent is having a field day with 9/9s.
I'm stuck $23,500 after a few hours, but still pretty happy with my spot, although FTP pro's play has slowed down considerably, and he's asking me the mundane questions people ask you when they think you're a fish: "So where are you from? Do you like skiing?"
At this point the catalyst for the 800/1600 game has left and some of the guys join our table asking if we want to start a new 800/1600 mix. We oblige although I'm $28,500 away from running through the money I have on hand so I'm not working with many bets. I lose a Badugi hand with a dealt 8 perfect, get called by Ace high in Stud 8 correctly, and I'm out the door.
I obviously hadn't intended on taking so long to update this, but the next entry will explain my absence, and while it involves poker, it has nothing to do with the results. I'll be catching up quickly friends; thanks for hanging in there. <3 <3
Day: -34,900
Total: -84,152