Over & over in life, I’ve learned that some mistakes just need to be made before you learn from them. Even though you know you are making a mistake, once you go through the process, you’ll have the muscle memory of the error, and so when the next time to flub up comes around, you will already have the wax-on, wax-off moves in motion, preventing you from fucking up again. And so, yes, things did not go so well at the tournament, but I’m pleased with myself for having condensed pretty much all of the possible errors I could have made into one, economical event.

Some random categories then…

Game Observations: Lots of ladies played this event. One decent level headed nlhe player commented that he had never, ever seen so many women at a tournament table. Lots of locals, the professionally unemployed, and New Jersey types, people wearing their “I knocked out a pro on FTP” shirts and other dumb crap. I suppose that was one mistake I did not make: dressing like a dork.

A strange new problem for me. Some of the “better” players did a lot of jamming early on with weak pairs. This worked on me against my kings. Dude is re-raising me with a pair of fours. And he gets a third one on sixth. My kings weren’t entirely dead; only one was out, but maybe he had the remaining one. I can’t say I’m going to start re-raising with pocket fours just yet, but maybe against weak players, like myself, I will.

Game Errors Well lets see. The worst was my playing past 5th with draws too often, and didn’t bluff with my failed draws enough. A lot of the Sopranos extras liked to drive over the old ladies and I suppose I fell into the old lady category too. I only let this happen once, but it was enough for me to illustrate myself as someone who will fold under pressure. My once attempt at shaking this perception was a raising war between and a bulimic meth head. I had a queen high straight, one of my few made hands, but that ended up losing to a flush, on 7th of course.

And that was another major error. Being self-involved. With that queen high straight, I had taken so many beatings previously that I could barely see straight. I knew on seventh I should just bet/call, and maybe, maybe check, LOOK to see if I’m dealing with some major BS, but I just wanted it done. So I didn’t see the flush. The girl didn’t either. She had just 2 pair all along, which I knew, but she fell ass backwards into the flush. Later I did take down both her and the Soprano via an Ace-nine high flush, which I was really cry calling because she was showing a possible Ace-King flush. Come seventh I’m afraid to look up, NJ bully announces “King high flush,” the girl is silent, and I get shipped a huge pot! Yay highlight of the day. I actually gasped for air, like a pro lol.

Sometime after this came the pair of fours, turning into a set of fours jamming. I lost a lot here. One thing I did last time that I didn’t do this time was keep a constant tally of my chips. I probably would have backed off a street earlier if I knew I was already so low, but, fours? I don’t know, as much as you don’t want to be known as a stubborn turkey, do you want everyone to know you’ll fold your kings if they represent?

After that, if was just more bad luck. Tried to knock out a girl with an Ace-King-eight flush draw. Nothing. Got it all in with another Ace-King-nine flush draw. I get a pair of sevens. Dude starts with nothing and gets threes and fours. The end.

I suppose, looking back, I didn’t play super bad. A lot of shit cards, 2 really good players at my first table, stayed in too long a few too many times, brought in a lot. The biggest mistake was getting bullied one time. This was super early, so not a huge amount of chips, but it bent me mentally. I knew the players who were going to get all jammie and I avoided them, a few times when I shouldn’t have. I could put them on steals, even if it wasn’t my bring in, but should you get stubborn with a 3 card straight draw?

Regional Lifestyles and Customs: There are a lot of bad hard drugs in Southern CT, and a lot of drunks too. Too close to Long Island. And the cheesecake at the buffet blows. Made of ground up styrofoam and cremora. The dealers were great as always, very polite and always on my side.

I guess I had a good time. My cash game went very well so it wasn’t a total washout. Perhaps I should have taken the tournament more seriously, tried to look scarier? Whatever. For a $230 event I got a great education. Maybe Foxwoods in the Fall, but for now, its back to cash and Juniors Cheesecake.


I’ve got to calm down…I don’t know why sometimes I get frightened…

I’m playing the Summer Showdown at Mohegan Sun tomorrow, and its frizzing my hair. Shouldn’t be a big deal, win or lose, considering the crustaceans that played the last time, but I’m still bugging. In the middle of the night I began thinking about Hannibal Lecter chewing out Agent Starling when she first came to interrogate him and I thought, “That’s me! What in the hell do you think you’re doing?”

I’m trying to come up with some kind of ceremony to make peace with the money I’m about to lose. Maybe burn a dollar bill. This would be easier if I was independently wealthy, but then, I wouldn’t play as well. Updates to come soon…

Yes – third place. Could have been second, but as usual, I had a bus to catch. Note the final table sandwich coupon.

Oh my my and thank you ma’am. When I grab the mic you scream ooh God Dayem!

At long last I made it down to Mohegan Sun.  I’ve been trying to get there for months, but unlike Foxwoods, a bus doesn’t roll right into my ‘hood for direct service.  So I had to put some effort into it.  As in, 6am effort.  Saw the Saturday night Foxwoods bus returning as I waited in the dark for the #32 to Forest Hills.  But, I found a $50 comp offer for new players in one of the righty-yellow online rags, so I had to give it a shot.  They may still be running the ad,  FYI.

Mohegan is about 30 minutes further than Foxwoods.  I found the orange-y interior to be far more pleasing than the pukey blue-based colors of the Woods.  The earthy theme is consistent throughout, so if these colors put you on insta-tilt, be prepared.  The casino also feels newer, neater, and more loved by its staff than Foxwoods.  There aren’t a zillion dirty ashtrays laying around at Mohegan, and I did not see one passed out hobo or crying gambler.

Mohegan Sun bus lobby, now with 50% fewer dirty ashtrays

And so the poker room.  First of all, it’s not as far as people had me believing.  I was expecting it to take me 30 minutes to get to the room, but it really only takes about 10-15 minutes tops.  If you can navigate a mall, you can find the poker room, assuming you don’t start playing table games, which I couldn’t because the customer service lady didn’t offer me my 2, $25  table bet and instead just loaded me up with the slot comp.  Boo.  BTW the 50 line tiki torch slot cannot be opened up – I proved this.

As usual I played some 7CS.  None of the players fell asleep at the table, so that alone places them as more advanced than FW players.  Everyone was pretty decent and amicable, and had the usual weaknesses of playing too many hands, being stubborn, and drinking 5 cuttysark & cokes in less than an hour.  The lighting in the room is really good, I guess, and they have the mondo big cards, which I like because I’m nearly blind, but some ppl hate those.  I have to say there is something strange about that room too.  Its oval-shaped, its yellow, it has a really high ceiling lined with a bunch of cameras and black junk, and the tournament area is on a stage.  The whole thing reminded me of  a “Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me” dream sequence.  I even saw a little person.  It’s not that it’s a bad space, but its weird, and I anticipate having nightmares about it.

What is this?

My stack was cut in half in the first 2 hours because I kept getting junkity junk.  But then I got some full houses and flushes, got ahead, then overbet a flush (K-9 hi) that got beat (K-10 hi) and that kind of queered me, but the day was nearly over anyway.  Meh.   This kicked out flush thing is becoming a problem.  I wish I hadn’t gone native and lost my winnings.  I think it must be the nature of limit games – you’re only going to be able to win so much in a certain amount of time.  When I hit rolled 7’s I probably should have stood up.  Oh well -I’ll get the cadence of it someday.

I had originally planned to eat at the Margaritaville, which is right next to the poker room, but it was pretty crowded and frankly, the crowd looked like a bunch of sad sacks.  So I wandered to the next tequila bar, which was hosting some sort of tasting event.  Moving on, I ended up in some joint near the buffet that was 2 restaurants squished together, an asian noodle place (that has don don noodles for $8 FYI) and an italian seafood place.  I got a decent mussel dish, and an absolutely bizarre mai tai served in a pint glass.  I think the description read “Gosling and gold rums, pineapple and orange juice (!?!), grenadine and a Myers float.”  Ok.  So, a Hurricane pretty much?  Anyway, it was giant, but no crushed ice, no lime, not a mai tai. It had Myers in it at least.

So overall I was pleased with myself for finally getting this damned card and getting up at 5:30 am to hit it.  Now I can play the Monday stud tournaments and see if I can keep up in a live tourney.  Foxwoods will always be the Ellis Island of East Coast degenerates to me, but its nice to have another option.  And another place to collect swizzle sticks from.

Obligitory youtube insert here – “How else could you capture the world, if you don’t attack from the back?”