The tournament was $35: $25 for the prize pool, a $5 bounty chip you got from any poor sap you bust out, and $5 for food and drinks. We got there at about 2 and cards were in the air by 2:30. The structure was really good, considering 1) I hate tournaments and 2) it was a homegame. You started with T600 with blinds at 2/4. I told Phelps on the way that if I could double my chip stack, I'd win the tournament. However, by the end of the first break, I'd won only three pots (JJ, TT, and 27o) which were all small and was down to T295.
A couple hands in after the break, I open raised with A7s. The guy on my left, a loose-aggressive player, min-raised me and I called. The flop came 478 and I checked to him. He bet small and I jammed. He insta-called me which had me pretty worried, but when he flipped over his AJ (yes, AJ) I felt better. Now I had like 600, which dwindled down to somewhere in the 500 range.
The key hand in this tournament was the following: at 5/10 blinds, a player in EP raises to 40 and I call with 7d8d. The blinds also call and the flop comes Ac4d5d. Not bad. The blinds check and the PF raiser bets out 35. I immediately make it 135 to go. Blinds fold and he calls. Turn is an offsuit 9. He checks and I jam for about 300. He thinks for a while, and says "I think you flopped the straight [huh?!] or a set [eh]... it's obvious I'm on a draw [oh fuck]." He thinks for another minute and then mucks AdQd face up. I told him I had a set of fives.
From there, I put on a clinic and ended the hour with 1800. By the next break, I had built up to 4000 and had the CL by the time we made the final table. Of course, I ended up doubled up an Ac6c with my AK right off the bat, and then doubled up AQ with QT when I was priced in to call his jam because I limped under the gun, thinking that the chips I put out were the BB I thought I had to post. I managed to bust that guy later, and two others to get three handed. A guy named Kyle who was playing pretty solid busted the guy in third place, and we were heads up, with me having a slight CL.
At this point the blinds were pretty high. I won the first three hands uncontested heads up, and figured it was time to rip him to shreds. Then he started betting into me on flops that I had raised and I had to fold my 7 highs. Then the blinds increased again, and I raised with Ks7s and he jammed. I was getting a little less than 2-1, and nearly called, but decided to muck after about three minutes of thinking. The next hand we got all in with KQ (him) and KT (me)... as I said, the blinds were really high. His KQ held and he won. I walked away with $170, but I was really mad about folding that K7 (he had A5, so the call would've been right). I thought that tournament was mine once I built up to 1800, but couldn't finish it off.
On a side note, I'm probably (hopefully) participating in the National Novel Writing Month (www.nanowrimo.org) with my friend Justin Cantoni. It should be pretty stressful and a pain in the ass, but I'm excited as hell for it anyway.
I've been running pretty shitty lately. Phelps and I drove out to Erie, PA yesterday to play in a home tournament. Even on the way there, I was pretty angry about the way I've been playing. The phrase "I fucking hate this game" was spoken numerous times.
The tournament was $35: $25 for the prize pool, a $5 bounty chip you got from any poor sap you bust out, and $5 for food and drinks. We got there at about 2 and cards were in the air by 2:30. The structure was really good, considering 1) I hate tournaments and 2) it was a homegame. You started with T600 with blinds at 2/4. I told Phelps on the way that if I could double my chip stack, I'd win the tournament. However, by the end of the first break, I'd won only three pots (JJ, TT, and 27o) which were all small and was down to T295.
A couple hands in after the break, I open raised with A7s. The guy on my left, a loose-aggressive player, min-raised me and I called. The flop came 478 and I checked to him. He bet small and I jammed. He insta-called me which had me pretty worried, but when he flipped over his AJ (yes, AJ) I felt better. Now I had like 600, which dwindled down to somewhere in the 500 range.
The key hand in this tournament was the following: at 5/10 blinds, a player in EP raises to 40 and I call with 7d8d. The blinds also call and the flop comes Ac4d5d. Not bad. The blinds check and the PF raiser bets out 35. I immediately make it 135 to go. Blinds fold and he calls. Turn is an offsuit 9. He checks and I jam for about 300. He thinks for a while, and says "I think you flopped the straight [huh?!] or a set [eh]... it's obvious I'm on a draw [oh fuck]." He thinks for another minute and then mucks AdQd face up. I told him I had a set of fives.
From there, I put on a clinic and ended the hour with 1800. By the next break, I had built up to 4000 and had the CL by the time we made the final table. Of course, I ended up doubled up an Ac6c with my AK right off the bat, and then doubled up AQ with QT when I was priced in to call his jam because I limped under the gun, thinking that the chips I put out were the BB I thought I had to post. I managed to bust that guy later, and two others to get three handed. A guy named Kyle who was playing pretty solid busted the guy in third place, and we were heads up, with me having a slight CL.
At this point the blinds were pretty high. I won the first three hands uncontested heads up, and figured it was time to rip him to shreds. Then he started betting into me on flops that I had raised and I had to fold my 7 highs. Then the blinds increased again, and I raised with Ks7s and he jammed. I was getting a little less than 2-1, and nearly called, but decided to muck after about three minutes of thinking. The next hand we got all in with KQ (him) and KT (me)... as I said, the blinds were really high. His KQ held and he won. I walked away with $170, but I was really mad about folding that K7 (he had A5, so the call would've been right). I thought that tournament was mine once I built up to 1800, but couldn't finish it off.
On a side note, I'm probably (hopefully) participating in the National Novel Writing Month (www.nanowrimo.org) with my friend Justin Cantoni. It should be pretty stressful and a pain in the ass, but I'm excited as hell for it anyway.
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