I hate it when I prematurely close the table when I bust out of a tourney. I don’t mean to be the bitter jackass who doesn’t say, “Good luck,” to the remaining players when I’m done, I’m just clumsy.
I’ve only had time to play two of the BBT 4 games this time around. The first one was a dismal failure, but I made the final table in the second one this afternooon, busting out in 5th place. This was due in a large part to being dealt an extraordinary number of great hands and in a small part to attempting to focus on just the game. My brand new tourney rule was broken sometime during the second hour, however, when I had the NCAA scores loading on ESPN.com, Nasa TV running in another window as the ISS crossed Mexico and the Florida peninsula (I can see my house from here!), random IM chats going on, half the bottle of shiraz being gone and SSP calling from work. I’ve barely seen him in the last five days as he’s been tied up in the IT-end of our corporate move and I didn’t want to say, “Let me call you back! I have a hand! And Xavier’s about to win this! And I’m looking at shit flying around in space! I’ll get back to you!”
Incidentally, it’s been a long time since I’ve played poker with bloggers. When did they get so good?
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Awhile back Gary (GCox) and I wrote a couple of posts for Al on FullTilt about microlimit games. They’re really the only cash games I play since the UIGEA passed and I fear reloading. Much of the feedback I’ve received involves the lower limit tourneys being more profitable than the cash games and I’m inclined to believe that’s correct.
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And also but plus, the legendary AlCantHang paid a visit to the dome. He was a good sport about heading out to Payne’s Prairie for the Kepler launch after a long day of travel. He captured the historic event as a tiny bright dot on his camera and returned to the dome for shots of Soco and Rock Band. I made the terrible mistake of trying to keep up with him. I recovered four days later, memories of the subsequent poker game and barbecue a complete blur. Pablo, myself and several dome-particpants polished off the bottle of Jack. Al? He came awfully close to finishing the bottle of Southern Comfort on his own, as evidenced below.
Al explains the mysteries of life to SSP in my kitchen at 5am.