This is my (tardy) Fall Classic report. I haven't been blogging as much due to a distinct downswing in my playing time. I've been working full time and dealing cards (sometimes two nights a week) and haven't had time to do what I'd WANT to do - which is camp out at the Rivers $4/8 limit. I did manage to free up a Saturday night and headed to TK's in Seville for the CPMG Fall Classic™.
I wasn't going to play originally. $200 is a bit to plunk down (especially when you've been playing dead awful) but I decided to give it a go after receiving some backing for half my buy-in. Apparantly someone in the group decided lighting $100 on fire would be fun so they offered it to me.
In the first few levels I played pretty well. I made a few hands, built a decent stack. Then came UNREASONABLY LARGE HAND I SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN IN #1. We're in the $75/150 level I believe and T. Meats raises to around $700. Diablo three bets him to $1700. Julie calls. I know for a fact Meat will squeeze here, it's too much money and he doesn't want to play the hand four ways. I call with 7-7. Meats four bets to $5100. Diablo calls. Julie, oddly, folds. I know that (a) I am behind, (b) I am closing the preflop action, and (c) my stack can take the hit if I am wrong. There's so much in there that I decide to call. The flop is K-6-7 two hearts. Now, my preflop thought is that Meat is either on AA or AK, and I figure if I check raise him he's very likely to fold as he would suspect I seriously outflopped him. I decide to open/shove my stack in. Meat snap calls. Diablo reluctantly folds and I show the bad news. Meat has AK and is drawing dead on the turn. I scoop the pot and then decide to needle the living shit out of the loser afterwards. A few people commented to me how class-less and uncouth I was behaving, but I have been dealing with Meats for YEARS and feel I've earned the right to thoroughly enjoy his misery. I capped the display by raking in the pot and rubbing his chips all over myself before stacking them. (ewww, right?).
I also manage to cripple and then stack Grayday with AA. I raised him preflop, flop was J-7-3 with two clubs. I am first to act and C-bet only to have him raise the shit out of me. I can't flat - it's either push or fold. I am seriously close to folding but ultimately decide my stack can survive the hit if I'm wrong. I shove and he calls with AJ and I stack him.
Then, I played UNREASONABLY LARGE HAND I SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN IN #2. From the button I raise to $5k with 89d. I only have to get through Cleveland Josh and Rufe to collect the blinds so I'm not worried about it. Josh does more nitting than a Chinese factory worker and if Rufe played any tighter he would squeak when he walked. Josh shoves on me, 28k more. Rufe folds and I find myself in a spot. Normally any decent player would fold. I convince myself that the only way to pry chips out of Josh is to get it in worst, which I do. I turn an 8 and brick the river and his QQ doubles up and I officially enter the DP Blowup. I run my stack down low and after the final break I have only 20k left. I get it in on the last hand of the night with K9 (6 handed) and of course Jen wakes up with QQ in the big blind and I am out.
I played really shitty and couldn't take my foot off the gas after running my stack up to 94k at one point. The only reason I didn't cash is because I played stupid and took risks I didn't have to. I made a bad call and it cascaded into more bad plays. I CAN lay blame on the one player at the table that always seems to have my number. This guy is fucking horrible and runs me down every time. I can't shake him off a hand most of the time and he's dead awful.
That'd be me.
In my next blog I will be doing a "Q&A with DP". Email/text/FB msg me your questions and I will post them along with whatever bullshit answers I have.
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