Monday, July 28, 2014

Las Vegas, Millionaire Maker, & The World Series of Poker

Day 2 of the WSOPC NOLA main I wake up in my hotel around noon after finishing a very long, but very successful day of poker prior. It felt so surreal, as in I felt it was all a dream. Sometimes my dreams are so vivid & imaginative that I have to come to realization once I finally wake up to determine whether the event in question was a figment of my imagination or was it reality. This series has been filled with variance, success, & disappointment all rolled up into one state of mind. I did not play the main I decided to play cash instead. What a great decision that turned out to be. I went to eat Drago’s char-grilled oysters one final time before I left NOLA. I had heaps. The meal was absolutely delightful as always. Following lunch, I immediately drove home to Slidell which is about thirty minutes away & booked my flight/hotel to Las Vegas for the WSOP! I couldn’t believe it; I was going back to Vegas. The feeling at that moment was indescribable. Las Vegas is the center in which all of my dreams & aspirations revolve around, but even more specifically the World Series of Poker is what I work so hard for day in & day out to get the opportunity to play birds for life changing money. My trip is booked & I have approximately one week to relax before what could be a summer of grinding & debauchery will more than likely take place. Originally I had only booked my roundtrip from May 30th – June 3rd. This just didn’t seem like a lot of time so my plan was let’s take it day by day & see how the events unfold. I certainly looked forward to cancelling my return flight home & extending my stay in this dry hell hole of a climate full of degeneracy & mortal sin.

It is May 29th & it feels like Christmas Eve when I was a kid! The excitement of adult summer camp, unsupervised, is just a guilty pleasure that I have the opportunity to indulge in as I please. I literally can’t breathe. I am ready to go to the airport at midnight for a 6:15 am flight. I am literally jacked out of my mind. Endorphins are flowing. The level of excitement simply cannot be contained. My buddies also are having difficulty sleeping so we decide to leave for the airport early. We take our time getting there & still get there too early, but we are here. At last, the time has come, it’s time to board the plane & leave for what would end up being one of the most memorable trips of my poker career. For those who know me well on poker trips I don’t engage in many extracurricular activities nor do I party often. I rarely see day light until it’s time to go home. This trip was no different & in the end it’s kind of disappointing because I wanted to eat several places outside of the casino other than Grand Lux, but I failed in that aspect yet once again. Anyway we are on our flight & it is very short & quick. We arrive safely in Las Vegas & while waiting on our baggage, & the first thing I do is take pictures of scarcely clothed female tourists. Social media sure got a kick out of it & so did I, however my friends were not so approving. What would they expect? I am going to be me & they know that. In the end everything was ok. Once our luggage arrived, we found our other two friends meeting us at the airport & found our way to our rent a car. Once luggage was secured we were on our way to the Rio. The rooms were not readily available for check in before 9:00 am, so we decided to check out sit & go land/cash game area. I waited zero time before jumping into the very first pot limit Omaha game I could find. Game selection at this point was irrelevant. I just got off of a three & a half hour flight plus forty-five minutes to claim baggage & get to the Rio. I was ready to begin my summer with a bang, & that I did. After about a six or so hour session we decided to cash out & book a win. This was a great way to begin my hopefully very long summer.

This town and especially the Rio during the WSOP offer many options to poker players and I just had to make a decision on exactly what I wanted to get into next. I managed to walk aimlessly around the convention center at the Rio until I ran into someone familiar, which is actually very easy at this time of year. It’s Friday afternoon at about 3pm and I’m supposed to play the Millionaire Maker at 11:00 am Vegas time in the morning. I decide to late register the 3pm deepstack bird, which is a one day turbo structured event. This decision is more than likely the first poor decision amongst many that end up leading to several more catastrophic events as time goes by. I end up late registering this tournament & bust just after 3rd break right about when the structure was breaking down. I ended up opening/calling off my last 20bb with AQo and ran into the buttons AKo. Now I am on raging tilt. I shouldn’t be, yet I hate busting birds or making mistakes even if they seem standard. Jared Tendler has described that in The Mental Game of Poker as Mistake Tilt.  I proceed to go play cash & spew off about 2 buyins before I decide to say fuck it I’m going to the fucking room. I can’t be anymore oi at this very moment. Once getting to the room I take a shower and relax. After about an hour or so I begin to feel better.

Then a tumultuous turn of events took place, the downward spiral of feelings such as loneliness and hopelessness began to rapidly unfold. I proceeded to take the elevator downstairs in the mindset to go register for the Millionaire Maker and to avoid the long lines that come with procrastinating and being unprepared. As I walk from the masquerade tower in the Rio I have to pass the pit & all the temptations that come along with it. In this aspect I failed. I decided to play pai gow poker in which we all know should be a very low variance slow pace game. It was $25 minimum bet, I decided to begin with a relatively small amount & go from there. Things managed to go smoothly for a while. Then whatever it was hit a nerve or triggered my anger in which sent me into full blown fucking tilt. Tilting in the pit with significant money in my pocket is never a good scenario. It could turn out very well or well should we say not so fucking good, and the latter scenario almost always wins. It’s just part of my nature in which I am trying to change. Now instead of playing 1 hand between $50-$75 dollars, I begin betting $200-$500 across multiple hands. One can only see where this form of irrational thinking and lack of cognitive processes leads to. I’m either coming up in a big way or these motherfuckers are going to break me. I don’t give a fuck at this point. All rationality and cognitive process is out the window. In the end the casino almost managed to break me. I left with an undisclosed amount & my dignity. I proceeded to meet several friends at the buffet and decompressed. Following my meal I began to struggle with how I felt. My stomach wasn’t feeling so well. Matter in fact I have not been feeling well since the moment we got here. This was going to have a major effect in whether or not I decide to play the 11:00am flight of the Millionaire Maker. I go back to my room and try to recuperate mentally & physically. When I make the decision to go downstairs I make the decision to skip the first flight of the Millionaire Maker and play cash instead. I still had the ability to play the tournament if so desired yet with how my stomach was feeling & my recent mental blow up I decided cash was best. So I go buy into a $1/$2 pot limit Omaha game. I double my second hand after getting it in with a wrap, Nut flush draw, two overs, and a pair if I remember correctly. I decide to run it twice and I bink both draws on the turn. There was quite a bit of dead money also in this pot so I then decide to take what I have on the table and move up to 5/5 pot limit Omaha. I double my buyin in that game roughly within an hour then decide to get up & take a break. I have made a significant comeback in relation to my latest downfall. I needed this boost in my confidence, I needed to repair the damage mentally and physically that I had just engaged in hours before, this certainly qualifies.

The next few days are quite inconsequential and Monday June 2nd arrives without warning. As I walk into the Pavilion Room of the Rio where cash games and sit & go land reside; I immediately run into a good friend whom talks me into playing a deepstack tournament at Binion’s, I reluctantly agree as I am unsure of the turnout for this event and if the potential prize pool that will be worth risking a precious buyin for.  My friend and I cab it from the Rio to downtown Vegas, my first time I may add, to Binion’s Horseshoe, the original home to the World Series of Poker. We arrive in the area in which the tournament is being held and to our delight the tournament is more than a two table sit and go. The noon tournament ended up being part of their deepstack series was a $140 buyin, with 20k starting stacks, and 30 minute levels. By the time late registration was over there were 177 players and just so happened to be that Leif Force was the last to late register. I had managed to triple my starting stack within the first six levels played. I couldn’t ask for a softer table draw. As the field begins to dwindle, musical chairs are in full effect, the number of tables naturally begins to decrease, and new faces begin to appear. The joys of tournament poker!

The tournament has reached a critical stage of the beginning of the tournament, 500/1000/100 and we are still 10 handed. After a series of second best hands, my stack has dwindled down below starting stack for the first time since I sat down. I am in the cutoff with A8ss and as it is folded to me I open shove for my last 15bb. The big stack that happens to be in the bb snap calls with KQo, and I am off to the races. The runout was more than kind to me as it ran out Ax8Q8. I received a full and much needed double. From this moment I never looked back. I managed to chip up to over 100k by the 3kbb level where I find my biggest moment of the tournament. This kid two to my right has been relatively active and his lines have been quite unorthodox or have made zero sense. He opens to 7k at 3kbb 10 handed with over 100k back. Two spots to his left I min 3b him to 11k with ATss with the intention of having to play this hand to the river. He calls. QTxr. He checks and I continue for 15k into 31.5k. He calls. The offsuit ten peels on the turn. Fasten your seatbelts we are about to get paid. This is literally the best card in the deck for my hand versus his range. He checks & I snap rip 60k into 61.5k. The look on his face was priceless as I don’t think he was expecting that. He has no idea I just got there. After minutes in the tank he asks will I show if he folds I whisper “No” and he trag’s in a call with KQo then begins to berate me. I literally laugh out loud making it a point that he opened from early position with KQo out flopped me, tried to trap & I got there. I reminded him the importance of hand selection in a sarcastic & demeaning manor since he was being such a fucking dick to begin with. I really didn’t give a fuck. Moral of the story when the money went in I got it in good. I managed to crawl for the next few levels as the structure began to spiral out of control. I had bled my way down to about 7bb at 10kbb on the money bubble and by sheer variance I wake up with KK in the big blind as a lady who had open raised after doubling three hands prior opened and called off to my shove with 99. We hold!

I manage to win quite a few pots within the next several orbits and just after my double I make the money which paid 18 spots. One elimination after another the final table is finally within reach and fortunately I have chips for this structure at least. I finally reach the unofficial final table! It’s time to close!
The unofficial final table began ten handed and very quickly it had made it down to six handed where for me the most pivotal handoff the tournament takes place. I start the hand from the cutoff and look down at 66. I have roughly 400k back at 20kbb I open to 40k with the intention that if the big blind rips I am 100% calling. I get my wish and I tank call off for 20bb effective. It’s a race, 66 vs AKo. I flop a 6 on a rather dry board for the full double. It certainly feels good to win a flip at such a critical stage of the tournament. After two quick eliminations we are down to 4 handed and I have a little over 800k in chips of the 3.540 million in play. The same guy whom I doubled thru earlier I shoved the button with 22 for 250k effective at 60kbb and he snap called off from the small blind with AKo. The big blind folded. The runout was rough yet ended in my favor. It ran out K8x29 and there were now 3 left. I now had roughly 1.375 million of the 3.540 million in play which is roughly 38.8% of the chips in play. I don’t remember the exact payout structure except that 1st place originally was $5250. After reviewing chip chop numbers I was to receive like 3700 for first. I started out negotiating that if I did not get $4k we were going to play it out. I ended up settling for $3.8k and was happier than I could imagine at that given time. First actual non nightly first place! It certainly felt great! I love the feeling of when my back is against a wall. It gives me strength to concentrate on the quality of my decisions, my actions, and my process. It gives all of this a deeper meaning and allows it to take the primary role in which it was intended.

Tomorrow or what I should say it already is Tuesday June 3rd. My flight is scheduled for 12:00 pm departure back to NOLA. I said fuck this I spent too much time, money, & effort getting here so I decided to cancel my flight. One of the most memorable & exciting decisions I have ever made. I know that may sound simple to most, but for me it was a huge step forward! So I had called southwest airlines and cancelled my flight, it was time to stay in Vegas to do work! I meet up with the boss in sit and go land at about 9:00am to do just that. At this point I have made some serious adjustments in my single table game and it was time to put those changes into action. Needless to say over the course of the next few days I had played roughly 30 single tables & had a relatively rough outcome. I had cashed 3/30 with no outright wins. Still a very small sample size relative & I still had some minor mistakes and adjustments to make. Cash has been the only steady area for me so far this summer and even there I have had my fair share of variance. So needless to say the next few days are just real meh, rather uneventful, and unimportant to the overall story so I will spare the details.

It has felt like I have gone non-stop since I have been in Vegas. Basically I have. It is now time for me to take a few days off and they could not have come at a better time. One of my closest friends in the poker world, Kevin Eyster, is super deep in the $5k 6m no limit bracelet event. Sick brag I know. The tournament had 541 entrants. The top 60 players would finish ITM and earn a share of the $2,452,700 prize pool that was created. At this juncture the tournament was now down below 25 players. This was becoming a surreal moment in my career. This was also prior to one of my really good friends Chris Hunichen being eliminated. My initial thoughts were let’s get Huni & 1$D HU one fucking time! The $5k 6m is one of the most prestigious bracelet events of the summer! This would be simply amazing to witness. Now as the field dwindles & the night is coming to a close the field is bagging chips with I believe 19 players remaining. Tomorrow they will battle it out on the felt for an opportunity to play for the title & $622,998! I am speechless. I have no idea what that feels like, yet I know one day it will become unconsciously competent. Day 3 of the $5k 6m has finally come! The tournament will play down to the final table and a winner will be crowned as the 2014 $5k 6m bracelet winner. The blood is flowing through my veins. My mind questions “Is this real”? The time has arrived; the tournament has reached the final table.

Players eliminated recently were in the likes of Greg Merson, Griffin Benger, Kory Kilpatrick, & Pratyush Buddiga. The final table is a pretty sick line up, but nothing that has not been navigated before. The final table consisted of Kevin Eyster, Bryn Kenney, Andrew Lichtenberger, Jeremy Kottler, Pierre Neuville, & David Borrat. The final table has its standard variety of high level play, monster pots, & coolers. The first memorable instance comes when the tournament reaches 4 handed play. Only Bryn Kenney, Andrew Lichtenberger, Pierre Neuville, and Kevin Eyster remain left in contention for the bracelet & $622,998. Pierre is in the small blind & Kevin is in the big. Bryn folds the cutoff/UTG and Andrew folds his button. Blind versus blind play is one of the most exciting dynamics of full ring or shorthanded play yet will usually rarely occur until the latter stages of the tournament. Effective stacks are roughly 1.6M at 50Kbb. The average is roughly 2,028,750M and I believe Kevin has the chip lead at the moment with just under/over 3M chips. There is only 8,115,000M in play. Pierre opens from the SB to like 120,000. Kevin 3b from the BB to roughly 350,000 but I can’t exactly remember at the very moment. Pierre 4b piles and Kevin essentially snap called. Pierre tables A7o versus Kevin’s TT. Kevin is in great shape to bring this show three handed. Now I am going to provide a little back-story & the stage within the stage. In Kevin’s section of the thunder-dome all of his closest friends not currently engaged in another tournament are currently railing him along with his girlfriend Cassie. We unfortunately have one cancerous tumor that in the end I can’t speak for Kevin yet I feel that with the group that was in attendance will whole heartedly agree with my forthcoming analysis. For discussion purposes I will refer to this person as “Shadow” to reveal his identity to those who have not heard the story. The moment Pierre and Kevin get it in BvB, Shadow proceeds to say something below his breath yet loud enough for someone in our section to hear. His words I cannot quote yet they are in the vicinity of saying something like “Watch an ace come in the window.” This obviously changes nothing in relation toward the outcome, yet I think it was agreeable that we did not want to be around that type of negativity at this point in time. He was asked to leave and finally someone blew up on him. Whether he misunderstood what was going on I have no idea, but when he turned around and told me to “Go fuck myself you fat piece of shit” I fucking lost it. Read the opening to my prior blog. I have come to a point in my life where I will no longer let someone disrespect me to my face or take advantage of me any longer. I just won’t fucking deal with it. With that being said my rebuttal was “If I ever see you outside of the Rio I will fucking bury your ass in the fucking desert.” It wasn’t a threat nor is it a declaration yet it was me standing up for myself and I will never apologize for that. I did what I felt was necessary at the time without giving it too much thought. This person will spend their life fading me. Glhf bud!

I inherently get 86’ed by Rio security for the night and at this point I am not happy about it. I am a very large man by nature and this is one of those times I could not escape that reality. I took the consequences but not willingly and without explanation. My phone was completely dead and the internet was so fucked up beyond recognition without being extorted for $14.00/day for hotel internet that I could not follow what was going on online. I had no way of receiving updates on Kevin’s progress. This was unbelievably fucking tilting. As the night progressed I finally decided to charge my phone and I was made aware by text messages that Kevin and Pierre had bagged chips. Their heads-up battle for the bracelet will continue tomorrow. This must have been a sign from God that I was destined to see Kevin realize all of his hard work and struggles will finally payoff. This is the moment that as poker players we all dream about. It’s what we work our entire lives for, this one moment, the opportunity to seize everything we have ever wanted. He captured that moment and will forever be immortalized in WSOP history! This was the most surreal moment of my poker career in a moment that I was not personally involved in playing wise. The feelings of joy and gratitude just flooded my soul. The fact that I was just able to witness something so great and unfathomable has made me realize how blessed I am. Some work their entire lives and never get to realize a moment like this. That is how I will define that moment for you.


Just to be here, to experience the World Series of Poker, was a blessing in its own. Some people never get to experience it so for that I am truly grateful. I can’t even remember how many more days I spent in Vegas it was all a blur. I ended up booking my ticket home and began planning my return trip for the main event which was merely only two weeks away. It was a much needed two weeks’ worth of relaxing and even some life changing events occurred. Till next time. Enjoy!  

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

WSOPC NOLA 2014

At this point it has been a brutal 7 years. I have had my moments of “normalcy” but the more I thought about it I asked myself what is normal? How do you define normal? I have come to the conclusion that there is no such thing as normal. We are all human beings, and we are all fucked up in one way or another. We are perfectly imperfect. We are wholeheartedly unique. This is a barrier that I have had difficulty overcoming since being diagnosed with bipolar disorder. I’ve come to the conclusion that I am who I am. Love me or hate me I’m going to be me. I have to love and respect myself before I can do the same for others. I will no longer tolerate myself being negative. Keep in mind I am writing this blog hopefully in the past tense but as my present self. I will also remove anyone or anything from my life that has nothing to do with me reaching my goals. I will also no longer tolerate people blatantly disrespecting me especially to my face. I don’t expect anyone to kiss my ass or walk on eggshells around me, but let it be known that if you have nothing nice or positive to say about me just don’t say it or unfortunately we will have to deal with reality. Don’t mistake my kindness for weakness. I’m done with people who have an underlying agenda, or people that use me for their benefit. It will no longer go unnoticed or unattended to. I just won’t fucking deal with it any longer.

Every spring around May since its inception, the World Series of Poker circuit makes its final stop in New Orleans just before the annual World Series of Poker in Las Vegas. So the time has come once again, and it’s the same old story. I am in a depressive state of mind; I have no money, story of my fucking life. I get a phone call out of the blue. It is a person whom I am rather close with yet actually has a life outside of poker. He asked if I planned on playing the first ring event for the WSOPC NOLA. I told him that I was not intending on it, and that my backer only had intentions of putting me in the reentry. I decided to go anyway whether I played or not, just to get out of the house. In the morning we got to Harrah’s New Orleans & all seemed normal. Rather quiet yet you could feel the electricity staring to build. Just before the tournament I was offered a proposal. My friend offered to put me in for a full stake no makeup for 60% equity. I accepted. He later decided to sell half to another individual and have me put up the juice for an even 50% equity. It was booked.

The first level was rough as I didn’t play many hands, and the ones that I did ended up being second best. I had to dig deep mentally. Tournament poker is all about mental toughness and survival as well as having a skilled, well executed game plan. The first significant hand for the tournament had arrived. I had a meh table draw. I had competent players whom I had history in succession to my left. Blinds were at 50/100, and effective stacks 8.5k with 10k starting stacks. It folded to me in the LoJack and I looked down at two black kings. I opened to 250. Folded to the button, and he decided to flat. The SB was an old man probably 60+, and had played fairly standard. He 3b squeezed big to I believe 1500. Now vs a normal squeeze I had several options here but with this specific dynamic I felt my options were limited. So instead of 5b to induce a 6b shove I flat called and decided to play post flop. Button folded & we saw a TXXr flop. He open plowed for 7k effective and I covered. I leaned back in my chair and say "what the fuck" out loud but in a normal yet very questionable tone with a very perplexed look on my face. I went through my process as I do with every decision. I was talking out loud but I will not disclose my intentions as you will have to figure those out on your own, but I asked him "did you really just shove into me for your tournament life with Aces, or are you just overvaluing a hand & turning it into a bluff"? His mannerisms just didn’t seem right. His artery in his neck looked like it was about to explode. His facial expression had changed slightly. At this moment I knew my hand was best more often than not so I called off. He indeed had QQ. The board bricked out and I got the full double. Although this hand may seem standard which it kind of was, it was a very pivotal point for me early in this bird. Now I had gained some momentum. When confidence begins to flow through my veins my blood becomes like ice water, and I transfer into a mindset which makes me very difficult to beat. In rare form, very rarely this tournament did my money go into the middle without either being ahead or having significant equity. I felt that I had played very well. My reads were dead on, and even though this was the case I still made a few mistakes.

Eventually my starting table broke, and my new table was just dreamy. I managed to chip up to about 110k on dinner or so. Things were going well, and they did not slow down after dinner, however my table did get tougher with the addition of Jason Mayfield to my direct left, but he was short, and Bo Grey whom I remember as a 2/5 reg from my early days of grinding cash at Harrahs. Thankfully Bo was 4 to my right, and we were the two biggest stacks at not only our table but in the room. That didn’t stop us from battling. We both were too competitive, and were trying to put ourselves in position to win the tournament. We didn’t lock up in too many hands that were significant at this table, but when we redrew for the final 27 we ended up drawing the same table, and he was 2 to my right with Jeff Sager to my direct left. Jeff and I are good friends from high school. The first significant hand that Bo and I get involved in was later in the night when the blinds were getting high yet enough chips in play to compensate for the structure. If I am not mistaken, I was the chip leader at 4k/8k/1k. I’m unsure of the ante; we were 9 handed. There was 21k in the pot, and effective stacks were roughly 500k. I had about 800k to start, so roughly 62.5bb effective. It folded to Bo in the cutoff, and he opened for 16k. Button folded, and I looked down at the AJo. I decided to peel, and Jeff folded in the BB. We looked at the JXXcc flop. I had the Jc. There was now 53k in the pot, and I checked to Bo. He continued for 25k and I called. Turn came 8c. I lead 57k for value into 103k. He tanked for a moment, and raised me to roughly 129k if I remember right. I went into the tank for a bit and decided to 3b rip as I had decided either we have the same hand giving him a better club draw along with top pair, or that I have the best hand and would prefer not to have to show down. He tanked for a while, and eventually settled on folding. I essentially put him to a decision for his tournament life while turning my hand into a bluff, all while making it extremely difficult to call off with one pair type hands.

After this level we started losing players left and right. We were now on the FT bubble. I had lost a few pots but I was still chip leader in very good shape. The last woman standing in the field was to my direct right, and has shown competence and played well to this point. Blinds were 6k/12k/2k and it was folded to her. She shoved her last 15bb (about 180k) with two black nines. Unfortunately for her I woke up with AKss to her direct left, and decided to isolate her by reshoving. We got the AxxKx runout and were down to the official FT and was time to bag. I bagged 921k to end the night going into the 9 handed FT. I had roughly triple the average. Should be a layup but….

The next day I showed up refreshed. Got a decent nap in but couldn’t sleep. I was stone jayyyed & ready to get to work. The FT started off fast. Like first or second hand DJ McKinnon & Bo Grey get it AIPF KK vs JJ. Bo flopped a jack & DJ rivered a king. A few quick eliminations, especially Jeff Sager who got 99 AIPF and was short on chips on the button. Unfortunately for him, Bo had opened utg with aces. GG bud. A few more hit the showers, and we were down to 4 handed. It was me, Bo, DJ, and a guy by the name of Louis George. I had about 1.3M of the 2.8M in play. Bo had been crippled earlier, and had about 80k. Louis had roughly 650k, and DJ had 770k. Bo was the button, DJ in the sb, and Louis in the bb. I opened AQhh utg 4 handed at 16kbb to 35k. Bo and DJ fold. Louis completed. First of all I played with Louis a lot in the last 2 tables. He had some sort of medium strength hand here. All aces were in his limping range other than AK, AQ, and AA that he is not reraising here. Medium pairs etc. We saw a AK7r with one heart flop. Louis checked. I continued for 40k. Louis check raised to 117k. I tanked for a bit mapping out how I wanted to continue. His range was pretty polarized in this spot in my opinion. I put him on a rather narrow range of hands that beat me, and several other hands that I could induce to get in bad, so I decided to put the pressure back on him, so I 3bet to 241k. He snap ripped. Now honestly he does this with all of his aces and two pair/set combos. He had one set in his (77). He had one two pair hand in his range which (A7). I truly felt he would have folded K7 preflop. I called. He had A7 off. Turn came a K. Bink! Now I had 95% equity with one card to come. My buddy said something that brought a real negative thought into my mind, and boom 7h river! FUCK MY LIFE! WHEN WILL IT FUCKING END? His comment truly changed nothing. It was coming regardless. I collected myself. Said nice hand and moved on. After eliminating Bo Grey on the very next hand several orbits later came my bust out hand which I really like. 3 handed play & DJ was on the button and folded. Louis opened from the sb to 45k at 16kbb. I peeled the 45dd from the bb. There was about 96k in the middle, and I started the hand with 434k or 27bb. We look at the T68dd flop. I flopped a low end gutter, and a flush draw plus both of my cards were more than likely live. Louis lead 45k, I made it 117k. He called. My intention here was suicide ripping every turn here even the ones that completed my hand. The Jc peeled off on the turn, and he checked. I took about 5 seconds and shoved Allin for 270k. He snap called with….Wait for it….K9o with the 9 of diamonds. El OH FUCKING EL! Ok. The river came the most dreaded card out of the 52 that compose it. The 7h. I thought I won for a second until I realized that it filled his double gutter. Wow. I stood up. Shook both of their hands and wished them GG & GL. I busted in 3rd place for just over $9k. It was a good run. I had the ring in my sights. It Would have been an extremely fun battle heads up with DJ but it was not meant to be. I snap registered for the $365 PLO ring event, and stone bubbled to Joe McKeenan. Cool story right bro?

I played the reentry for my backer & bagged 11th in chips going into Day 2. It was a very awkward day. I managed to min cash & take a loss on my double barrel. It was real meh. I also ended up playing the 6max and ended up punting early, only to go dine at Ruth’s Chris with the Kid. It was an unbelievable meal and cost a whole lot less than a tilt pit session. Outside of that, I played cash the rest of the series did well, and soon as I got home snap booked a flight and hotel to Las Vegas for the WSOP. Hopefully this blog provided some depth & excitement. It’s been a while since I have last blogged so it feels really good to get some controlled spew on paper. I have a few more follow ups in the works covering the first trip to Las Vegas for the WSOP, and my return trip for the Main Event. Till then & thanks for reading.