So I did something the other week that I had only done once before, and when I had done it, I knew right away it was a mistake.
I went to HPC after work.
It's so tempting, the casino is a mere 20 minutes south of my office; the evening tournaments are $100 no-rebuys and the field is generally pretty soft. This night was no exception, as spread out over the two tables was perhaps overall the worst playing bunch I've ever encountered at Hollywood Park. I only recognized one or two regulars, the rest were NLHE home game schmucks like me.
But what should have been a fun evening of donkey owning, was instead a bleary and frustrated slog of even worse play on my part. And the best part is, when I busted after overplaying AK to a wannabe (you know the type, dirty and douchey) instead of calling it a night, I reregistered at a point just before the break when a starting stack was barely 30 big blinds. Big mistake.
The crux of it all was, after working for 9 hours, sedentary though my job is; I was in no shape whatsoever for the concentration that successful tournament poker play demands, despite the brain damage level of the players around me. The 730pm tournament is a big waste of time and money for me, and I should have known better - as I had the same experience at HPC almost 3 years ago. In fact, I shouldn't say "in spite" of the brain damaged players, I should probably say I was tilted because of the bad play. I got very frustrated, knowing I was probably the best player at the table, and yet I couldn't accumulate whatsoever, while the luck-boxes seemed to hit every 3 outer despite their ridiculous bet sizing and read-deficient play.
Oh yeah, and I stuck it in at the end with an open ended straight and got called by a four flush that promptly binked it on the turn.
There are two parts to this failure - 1, I was tired. and 2, because I was tired I didn't have fun. And not having fun at HPC is probably the worst sin of all, because if you're not having fun, you're putting yourself in a place of utter misery and degeneracy that will inevitably permeate every pore in your body if you let it.
Resolution; no evening weekday tournaments, ever!
On the flip side, when I come home, and my angel is in bed and I've hit the elliptical machine and am showered and relaxed - sitting down for Flatline (which this spring is FlatWorld - we're playing for a World Series of Poker seat) is actually a pretty great way to enjoy the evening.
I always try to play for fun when I play poker online with friends, and now PokerStars has made this even easier with their new "Home Games" option. We have set up our own online poker club, and now we have the one of the two best software clients in the world running our little operation - it's slick, it's cool and it's something I'll be looking forward to every week.
So last night was pretty awesome, because I not only played well, my shifting gears was especially in tune - I could be a maniac or a rock, depending on the stacks and level, but for once when I got it in (which actually wasn't too many times) I always got it in good, AND (most importantly) my better hands actually held up.
Particularly satisfying was my Ad10d call of a shove pre-flop by a long time player in the league who tilts me with his passive play and under bet sizing who had a third of my stack - he flipped up KQ and promptly hit the flop, But there was a diamond, and then another one on the turn and finally a beautiful blue diamond on the river. He was incredulous in the chat box over my "runner-runner" but he was also oblivious that he had gotten it in behind and spiked a six outer on the flop. Whateves. I happily pounded "GG" into the chat box and never looked back.
Actually, I had been stealing from the correct targets all tournament long. Raising from the button, cutoff or hijack with absolute trash. Then, if I got a caller, c-betting with the correct targets and check folding with the wrong ones. It was greatly to my benefit that at the first table I had three of the tightest players in the league to my left, thankfully one of the stronger players busted early on.
It was probably when we got 5 handed when I realized that if I could just avoid getting hugely unlucky (get someone dominated and lose) or coolered (my premium running into a bigger premium) that this tournament was mine for the taking. All the better players were long gone. The best of the remaining was my only real concern, and thankfully he fell into my trap when we got three handed by fighting back to my merciless raises at the wrong time when I actually had a hand.
So then I was heads up with a relatively new player to the bunch; he seemed really nice and we had a pleasant little chat, but he couldn't stand up to aggression. I pillaged him over and over, literally raising every single hand from the button, and thankfully, when he finally got around to fighting back I could call off light and lose and not be damaged whatsoever. My KQ ran into his AQ and it didn't even matter, three button raises later we were back to where we started. He simply didn't get that I absolutely couldn't have it every time. He would fold and fold and fold. But even better, he didn't grasp that with the blinds so big, EVERY pot he lost was crucial - he thought he could wait for a monster, problem was though, when he did get one it was super obvious and I could either get away or as I said, call off light and have a chance at sucking out on him without any real risk.
I had KQ on the button again, raise - AGAIN, and he'd had enough, he shoved his 6K into my 40K and I once again snap called. He had K3 suited and that was all she wrote.
Now if he had been shoving much earlier on with K3 instead of waiting until it was far too late, the evening might have turned out differently. But I had been watching him for much of the night, and he was very predictable, when he missed a flop he would check, if I checked behind he would min-bet the turn with nothing. If I c-bet he would call with a draw, if a scare card didn't come on the turn I could fire a big bet with nothing and he would go away (this happened probably half a dozen times).
I hope to see a lot more of him and all the other profitable players as our quest for a WSOP seat continues. The stronger players, not so much! But whoever I face, I hope I can mix it up enough to be deceptive and also be able to put people on hands. Last night was also a particularly good evening for the former - one guy (a solid but probably too tight player) and another (who has great instincts, but is shaky on the math) in particular were playing me with their cards face up. I even managed to get the second dude off a better hand than what I had - which is a first for me with him.
Good times.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Holiday Foolishness
Found time for two tournaments in Las Vegas while on vacation this last week.
This first was an afternoon Aria - for the money probably the second best daily in Vegas, the first being the Venetian only because it's prize pool is typically twice as big as Aria's.
For $125 you get 8000 in chips (as opposed to the V's 7000), half hour levels and a structure that actually has a semblance of reason to it.
Surprisingly, much to my delight - my brother in law tagged along, he of the whine and complaining to the poker Gods who has been mentioned in this blog more than once. Needless to say, I was shocked at his desire to join me in my degeneracy, but pleased. I tried to get a reason out of him on the way over, but the best I could manage was that he considered it "poker lessons". Fine. So do I. Hopefully he'll come around back home and get back to playing in my game!
Even with 69 entrants, we somehow found ourselves at the same table. Yay! Poker is more fun with companionship. Even if the companion turns around and spanks you on occasion.
On the third hand the companion I mentioned, lead out with a raise in early position. I flatted from the button with J10. My implied odds with him had to be good here, if I hit big he would be very reluctant to release with an overpair (which is what I put him on, he is a SUPER tight player). We were the only two in the pot and took a flop of 10 J x.
He led out a little less than half the pot. I called. I was putting him on kings, queens, aces or AK. If he had hit a set with Jacks or Tens I would think he would trap, though in hindsight his line here was absolutely correct with a player like me.
The turn came a blank and he fired again, this time the same amount which was now less than a quarter of the pot. Irresistible with my two pair. I called, and thankfully resisted the urge to three bet him.
The river was an ace, a yucky card for me because now he had a monster if he had bullets and if for some reason he was playing a wonky draw it just got there.
He lead out with the same (now teeny amount). I at this point knew my hand was likely no good - subconsciously I had put it together that he was sitting on a big hand (either already made or hit on the river), but it would have been 100% incorrect to fold with 10 to 1 odds even if I somehow could know what he had.
I paid him off and he showed flopped trip tens.
As I said, he played it perfectly against an aggressive but suspicious player like me, I likely would have slowed down had he check called me on the flop and he would have lost value on the turn. His line extracted probably the most he could have gotten from me so early in a deep stacked tournament. I congratulated him later, I'm not sure if he was fully aware at how well he had taken me down to value town.
The second hand of note occurred a couple of orbits later - I had QQ UTG+1 and fired a standard x3BB raise. The button called me and the big blind defended.
Flop was 993. BB checked, I bet just over half the pot. The button min-raised me. I had pegged him based on looks alone as one of these guys who severely overrates himself as a poker player - and I was ready to get it all in with him. If he had a nine or pocket threes then so be it, but he wasn't getting me off my queens with his random Ace or face cards or medium pair.
Then the big blind flat called. I had seen enough of this guy already to know he wasn't very good, but I also knew that he wouldn't have simply called unless he was super strong.
I stopped and thought. And thought, and thought.
I folded.
The turn was a 7. The big blind bet 2/3 of the pot. The button simply called with a blank expression. I read weakness.
The river was a Jack. The big blind shoved.
The button, who was an early big stack and had the bb covered by a considerable amount, tanked for a good minute and a half and finally called.
The BB turned over 97.
The button looked disgusted and mucked.
Who knows what the button had, but I am pretty much certain that on the flop I was either crushed or way ahead of him. I was willing to go for the latter if the BB hadn't intervened. Thank goodness he did, and I didn't have to find out some sad news.
The rest of the afternoon was uneventful, I played for over 2 more hours and really was pretty card dead - not to mention that there were enough players who knew what they were doing so I couldn't get out of line to my liking.
With 12 big blinds left and antes about to kick into super high gear, I open shoved with AA from mIddle position. No action.
A couple of hand later I had AK at UTG+1. I stuck it in once more. This time, the same big blind, who had turned into a luck sack and a monster chip leader called me down, he had pocket tens. He promptly binked trips on the flop. Of course I had a nice and gross turn and river with a King and an Ace respectively. Nothing like hitting cards when you're drawing dead.
It was fun, it was all good. No major mistakes and a great way to spend the afternoon. Dave G., my brother-in-law, busted out shortly thereafter (I rightly assured him that he got unlucky when his x5 BB shove of KQ ran into kings) and he seemed pleased as well. He had fun, for this was his first time in a real poker room tournament.
I was proud that my little home game had trained him well for proper etiquette, and except for a few funny times where he forgot to give his cards back after he dragged a pot, I'm sure no one around the table suspected that he was a card room virgin.
So I thought that was to be all that she wrote for poker over the holidays. I was having a great time with my family, especially my little girl, who is about the most perfect and sweetest kid on the planet. On our last full day we went to the Vegas Springs Desert Zoo and Ecology Center, which had fun interactive exhibits for her and her two boy cousins to enjoy. Then we saw the movie "Tangled" at the Orleans, which kind of blew me away at how good it was.
Darkness was falling, time to go home. But wait. We're at the Orleans! There's 7pm poker tournaments here! And it's Omaha night! Good thing we brought two cars!
Once again I entered the lions den (I say that because despite the great structures, low buy ins and predictable players I have yet to cash in an Orleans tournament after playing in nearly a dozen of them) and ponied up $75 for 7500 chips and the fixed limit tournament madness of Omaha Eight or Better High-Low.
As I really consider myself dead money in such an event (not to mention that fixed limit O8 is VERY card dependent) I had next to zero pressure on my shoulders (save for the not-cashing monkey that I confess did chatter in the back of my brain on occasion).
So I had a blast.
Then this hand happened.
After nearly 3 hours, and a few ups and downs, including 2 very unlikely double ups after I went in blind - I had just below average in chips which actually left me quite a bit of room to maneuver in this fixed limit format.
I looked down at A J 10 9, with 3 limpers behind and a passive table this was an easy call.
The flop came 78Q. Then, maybe it was because the hour was late, or because I was feeling the onset of a cold, or maybe someone nearby was smoking crack and I got a contact high, but my brain told me - "I flopped the nuts. But that could change, I must be careful."
Of course, as anyone who plays Omaha/8 knows, I did not have the nuts. I had nothing, but a good draw, a gut-shot wrap.
And in fact, I had experienced what everyone who plays Omaha/8 experiences at one time or another - I had simply neglected to recognize that you can ONLY play 2 from your hand and 3 on board. ONLY.
I checked, a short stack bet, 2 other callers. I thought, long and hard (still painfully oblivious that I didn't have a hand yet) before deciding to check raise. This was a large amount of my stack at this point, and even in my land of delusion I knew this was committing me to the hand.
The short stack stuck the rest of his chips in (all 2 of them, not even a full bet amount). One caller folded. The other reluctantly called.
The turn was a king - I didn't even look or care because I knew a big bet of mine was going in no matter what. This was correct, wether I had made a hand or not, because the other active player tanked FOREVER before finally folding his two pair face up.
I at this point realized with horror that I didn't have a made hand yet. And zero draw to a low. All I had was ace high. I needed any of the cards in my hand to hit to make a straight. If I hit an Ace or a Jack I would have broadway.
The river was a 4.
I had ace high.
The all in short stack had a low straight. The player that I had raised out on the turn was incredulous. I fessed up immediately that I had misread my hand. He took my explanation and apology surprisingly well, considering he was a swarthy loud mouth Orleans codger.
Thankfully, I wasn't busted. I got the side pots 2 big bets besides mine, plus a smallish chunk of the main since the short stack couldn't call my check -raise fully.
But 2/3 of my chips were gone like the wind, because my brain decided to check out for about 2 streets of poker.
I shortly was moved thereafter and busted in a sickening fashion.
I stuck in my chips with A3QQ in a three way all in pot pre-flop.
I was up against a short stack that I covered slightly who had A Q 10 7 and a big stack who called off light with J 10 5 6.
Flop was 3J8.
Turn was an 8.
River was a Jack.
Nice two out bink sir. Well done.
I admit, I was pretty steamed as I stomped out - but inwardly, I was mostly mad at myself for simply not paying attention at the previous table.
Poker is hard enough when you are paying attention. To be sober and only a little bit tired and not recognize what hand I had - that sucks pretty hard. Ah, well. It was still fun in the grand scheme - and as always, I can't wait to get back to my favorite poker town.
Oh, and by the way - I realize I forgot to post about my last two forays at HPC.
Sunday, December 19th, both my girls (wife and daughter) had plans together and I wasn't invited, so I played in the Sunday $40 rebuy 10K guarantee. As usual, I didn't cash - and then as usual, I enrolled in the 4:30pm $100 second chance tourney where I did make the money. I took down 5th place for $495.
The following week I got out of work early (since the office was empty and there was nothing to do) on the 23rd and played the $35 rebuy at 1130am on December 24th and took 7th for $425! Two tournament sessions, two cashes! Not too shabby!
I'd say patience, more than anything, helped me squeak into the money in both tournaments. Not to mention a fair amount of luck, especially in the first tourney. The sickest was this one.
I was in the BB with almost a third of my chips already committed. I had played for over 7 hours (having already busted out of the big Sunday 10K) and was disgusted at my lack of playable cards and committed to throwing in the rest of my chips blind. To let the big and small pass through me would simply be too devastating, at that point even if I did double or triple up I would still be in the dead zone.
So from the big blind I threw in my remaining composite clay after UTG +3 limped and the cutoff raised. They both called my less than legal raise and the main pot was a decent size. I still didn't know what I had.
The flop was a red 10 8 4.
Check - check, went the two active players.
The suspense was killing me.
I peeked. I had 8 4.
Despite an ill advised river bet by the cutoff, which got called down by a better King high - my hand held up for the main pot and I had more than tripled up when antes were factored in!
Sometimes, well, actually, all the time - it's better to be lucky than good!
Overall, as far as my memory can tell (I really should write soon after I play) on both afternoons, I didn't have any major blunders and did about as well as I could have considering the cards that I caught. I do know that I didn't have any monster screw ups like laying down a set to a check raise (as I did last time at HPC) - so that itself (not to mention over $600 in profit) was more than good enough for me.
I'm very much looking forward to 2011, including my first home game this Saturday.
I'll post my inner most thoughts on this in a little while, but for now you can always catch up on what's going on at Pepper Street Poker by clicking here.
This first was an afternoon Aria - for the money probably the second best daily in Vegas, the first being the Venetian only because it's prize pool is typically twice as big as Aria's.
For $125 you get 8000 in chips (as opposed to the V's 7000), half hour levels and a structure that actually has a semblance of reason to it.
Surprisingly, much to my delight - my brother in law tagged along, he of the whine and complaining to the poker Gods who has been mentioned in this blog more than once. Needless to say, I was shocked at his desire to join me in my degeneracy, but pleased. I tried to get a reason out of him on the way over, but the best I could manage was that he considered it "poker lessons". Fine. So do I. Hopefully he'll come around back home and get back to playing in my game!
Even with 69 entrants, we somehow found ourselves at the same table. Yay! Poker is more fun with companionship. Even if the companion turns around and spanks you on occasion.
On the third hand the companion I mentioned, lead out with a raise in early position. I flatted from the button with J10. My implied odds with him had to be good here, if I hit big he would be very reluctant to release with an overpair (which is what I put him on, he is a SUPER tight player). We were the only two in the pot and took a flop of 10 J x.
He led out a little less than half the pot. I called. I was putting him on kings, queens, aces or AK. If he had hit a set with Jacks or Tens I would think he would trap, though in hindsight his line here was absolutely correct with a player like me.
The turn came a blank and he fired again, this time the same amount which was now less than a quarter of the pot. Irresistible with my two pair. I called, and thankfully resisted the urge to three bet him.
The river was an ace, a yucky card for me because now he had a monster if he had bullets and if for some reason he was playing a wonky draw it just got there.
He lead out with the same (now teeny amount). I at this point knew my hand was likely no good - subconsciously I had put it together that he was sitting on a big hand (either already made or hit on the river), but it would have been 100% incorrect to fold with 10 to 1 odds even if I somehow could know what he had.
I paid him off and he showed flopped trip tens.
As I said, he played it perfectly against an aggressive but suspicious player like me, I likely would have slowed down had he check called me on the flop and he would have lost value on the turn. His line extracted probably the most he could have gotten from me so early in a deep stacked tournament. I congratulated him later, I'm not sure if he was fully aware at how well he had taken me down to value town.
The second hand of note occurred a couple of orbits later - I had QQ UTG+1 and fired a standard x3BB raise. The button called me and the big blind defended.
Flop was 993. BB checked, I bet just over half the pot. The button min-raised me. I had pegged him based on looks alone as one of these guys who severely overrates himself as a poker player - and I was ready to get it all in with him. If he had a nine or pocket threes then so be it, but he wasn't getting me off my queens with his random Ace or face cards or medium pair.
Then the big blind flat called. I had seen enough of this guy already to know he wasn't very good, but I also knew that he wouldn't have simply called unless he was super strong.
I stopped and thought. And thought, and thought.
I folded.
The turn was a 7. The big blind bet 2/3 of the pot. The button simply called with a blank expression. I read weakness.
The river was a Jack. The big blind shoved.
The button, who was an early big stack and had the bb covered by a considerable amount, tanked for a good minute and a half and finally called.
The BB turned over 97.
The button looked disgusted and mucked.
Who knows what the button had, but I am pretty much certain that on the flop I was either crushed or way ahead of him. I was willing to go for the latter if the BB hadn't intervened. Thank goodness he did, and I didn't have to find out some sad news.
The rest of the afternoon was uneventful, I played for over 2 more hours and really was pretty card dead - not to mention that there were enough players who knew what they were doing so I couldn't get out of line to my liking.
With 12 big blinds left and antes about to kick into super high gear, I open shoved with AA from mIddle position. No action.
A couple of hand later I had AK at UTG+1. I stuck it in once more. This time, the same big blind, who had turned into a luck sack and a monster chip leader called me down, he had pocket tens. He promptly binked trips on the flop. Of course I had a nice and gross turn and river with a King and an Ace respectively. Nothing like hitting cards when you're drawing dead.
It was fun, it was all good. No major mistakes and a great way to spend the afternoon. Dave G., my brother-in-law, busted out shortly thereafter (I rightly assured him that he got unlucky when his x5 BB shove of KQ ran into kings) and he seemed pleased as well. He had fun, for this was his first time in a real poker room tournament.
I was proud that my little home game had trained him well for proper etiquette, and except for a few funny times where he forgot to give his cards back after he dragged a pot, I'm sure no one around the table suspected that he was a card room virgin.
So I thought that was to be all that she wrote for poker over the holidays. I was having a great time with my family, especially my little girl, who is about the most perfect and sweetest kid on the planet. On our last full day we went to the Vegas Springs Desert Zoo and Ecology Center, which had fun interactive exhibits for her and her two boy cousins to enjoy. Then we saw the movie "Tangled" at the Orleans, which kind of blew me away at how good it was.
Darkness was falling, time to go home. But wait. We're at the Orleans! There's 7pm poker tournaments here! And it's Omaha night! Good thing we brought two cars!
Once again I entered the lions den (I say that because despite the great structures, low buy ins and predictable players I have yet to cash in an Orleans tournament after playing in nearly a dozen of them) and ponied up $75 for 7500 chips and the fixed limit tournament madness of Omaha Eight or Better High-Low.
As I really consider myself dead money in such an event (not to mention that fixed limit O8 is VERY card dependent) I had next to zero pressure on my shoulders (save for the not-cashing monkey that I confess did chatter in the back of my brain on occasion).
So I had a blast.
Then this hand happened.
After nearly 3 hours, and a few ups and downs, including 2 very unlikely double ups after I went in blind - I had just below average in chips which actually left me quite a bit of room to maneuver in this fixed limit format.
I looked down at A J 10 9, with 3 limpers behind and a passive table this was an easy call.
The flop came 78Q. Then, maybe it was because the hour was late, or because I was feeling the onset of a cold, or maybe someone nearby was smoking crack and I got a contact high, but my brain told me - "I flopped the nuts. But that could change, I must be careful."
Of course, as anyone who plays Omaha/8 knows, I did not have the nuts. I had nothing, but a good draw, a gut-shot wrap.
And in fact, I had experienced what everyone who plays Omaha/8 experiences at one time or another - I had simply neglected to recognize that you can ONLY play 2 from your hand and 3 on board. ONLY.
I checked, a short stack bet, 2 other callers. I thought, long and hard (still painfully oblivious that I didn't have a hand yet) before deciding to check raise. This was a large amount of my stack at this point, and even in my land of delusion I knew this was committing me to the hand.
The short stack stuck the rest of his chips in (all 2 of them, not even a full bet amount). One caller folded. The other reluctantly called.
The turn was a king - I didn't even look or care because I knew a big bet of mine was going in no matter what. This was correct, wether I had made a hand or not, because the other active player tanked FOREVER before finally folding his two pair face up.
I at this point realized with horror that I didn't have a made hand yet. And zero draw to a low. All I had was ace high. I needed any of the cards in my hand to hit to make a straight. If I hit an Ace or a Jack I would have broadway.
The river was a 4.
I had ace high.
The all in short stack had a low straight. The player that I had raised out on the turn was incredulous. I fessed up immediately that I had misread my hand. He took my explanation and apology surprisingly well, considering he was a swarthy loud mouth Orleans codger.
Thankfully, I wasn't busted. I got the side pots 2 big bets besides mine, plus a smallish chunk of the main since the short stack couldn't call my check -raise fully.
But 2/3 of my chips were gone like the wind, because my brain decided to check out for about 2 streets of poker.
I shortly was moved thereafter and busted in a sickening fashion.
I stuck in my chips with A3QQ in a three way all in pot pre-flop.
I was up against a short stack that I covered slightly who had A Q 10 7 and a big stack who called off light with J 10 5 6.
Flop was 3J8.
Turn was an 8.
River was a Jack.
Nice two out bink sir. Well done.
I admit, I was pretty steamed as I stomped out - but inwardly, I was mostly mad at myself for simply not paying attention at the previous table.
Poker is hard enough when you are paying attention. To be sober and only a little bit tired and not recognize what hand I had - that sucks pretty hard. Ah, well. It was still fun in the grand scheme - and as always, I can't wait to get back to my favorite poker town.
Oh, and by the way - I realize I forgot to post about my last two forays at HPC.
Sunday, December 19th, both my girls (wife and daughter) had plans together and I wasn't invited, so I played in the Sunday $40 rebuy 10K guarantee. As usual, I didn't cash - and then as usual, I enrolled in the 4:30pm $100 second chance tourney where I did make the money. I took down 5th place for $495.
The following week I got out of work early (since the office was empty and there was nothing to do) on the 23rd and played the $35 rebuy at 1130am on December 24th and took 7th for $425! Two tournament sessions, two cashes! Not too shabby!
I'd say patience, more than anything, helped me squeak into the money in both tournaments. Not to mention a fair amount of luck, especially in the first tourney. The sickest was this one.
I was in the BB with almost a third of my chips already committed. I had played for over 7 hours (having already busted out of the big Sunday 10K) and was disgusted at my lack of playable cards and committed to throwing in the rest of my chips blind. To let the big and small pass through me would simply be too devastating, at that point even if I did double or triple up I would still be in the dead zone.
So from the big blind I threw in my remaining composite clay after UTG +3 limped and the cutoff raised. They both called my less than legal raise and the main pot was a decent size. I still didn't know what I had.
The flop was a red 10 8 4.
Check - check, went the two active players.
The suspense was killing me.
I peeked. I had 8 4.
Despite an ill advised river bet by the cutoff, which got called down by a better King high - my hand held up for the main pot and I had more than tripled up when antes were factored in!
Sometimes, well, actually, all the time - it's better to be lucky than good!
Overall, as far as my memory can tell (I really should write soon after I play) on both afternoons, I didn't have any major blunders and did about as well as I could have considering the cards that I caught. I do know that I didn't have any monster screw ups like laying down a set to a check raise (as I did last time at HPC) - so that itself (not to mention over $600 in profit) was more than good enough for me.
I'm very much looking forward to 2011, including my first home game this Saturday.
I'll post my inner most thoughts on this in a little while, but for now you can always catch up on what's going on at Pepper Street Poker by clicking here.
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