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wsop main event day 1…

So I’ve just woken up. It’s 10pm here and I think I have sufficiently come to terms with what happened to be able to honestly and objectively relate my Day 1 experience without using too many expletives and curses.

I will preface this entry by swearing that every hand here is true, I swear on everything that is good and holy in the world, including the lives of people I care about (the amounts in hands to the best of my recollection).

I begin the day on a standard WSOP ME table, not as soft as last year, but there are no dangerous players. I begin dominating early, with lots of 3-betting and no one keen to challenge me really. First scary hand I played, I 3-bet 76cc on button to a CO openraiser, he called. Flop 9s-8s-2d. He donks tiny, I raise standard, he calls. Turn 2h. He donks about 30%, I raise pretty big (I put him on TT-KK) and really can’t see him calling a raise, as I’ve left a setup river all-in bet amount (which of course I’m not calling a 3-bet or putting in on the river unless I hit). He thinks for long time and folds and shows QQ, saying “Nice bet.” I say, “Nice escape.” I am pretty chuffed with myself and off and running.

Bill (Zimba on Cardrunners), Andrew (muddywater) and Taylor Caby (one of my heroes) come to my table to say Hi, which was pretty cool. The Cardrunners crew is pretty awesome, with Brian Townsend (sbrugby) often at the stall - I walked past a couple times like a stalker but didn’t have the guts to go up and say Hi to him even though I really wanted to.

Back to tourney, still Level 1. I pick up KK and openraise CO and button (very tight player) just calls. Flop is a little scary Jh-Th-3d (or something similar). I c-bet, tight player minraises me, I just call semi-reluctantly. Turn 9h (I have no heart). I check, tight player bets very small, I call reluctantly. River x non-heart, I check, he checks and shows QQh and I win a smallish pot which I’m pretty happy with on that ugly board.

Hijack openraises at 50/100 blinds, and I 3-bet 43ss on button, he calls. Flop 6h-5h-2d…ding. He leads out small donk, I raise standard, he lets it go, bit disappointing those spots, as those kind of flops can really get people to overplay their overpairs.

I’m up to over 30k now and raising pretty liberally, but these guys aren’t total donks and a couple have begun fighting back when I pick up AKcc on button, and 3-bet a CO open-raise. He calls. Flop A-Q-9r. Flop is check/check. Turn low card club, giving me TPTK and nut flush draw. He bets out about 40%. This is WA/WB scenario and I have nut flush draw, so don’t want to get 3-bet out of this turn, so I just call. I think there is good chance he has AQ or QQ. River Qc, giving me the nut flush. He leads out again about 20% (1400 - he has about 9000 behind), I decide I have to raise for value and do so to 4100, and he pushes, much to my dismay. I think its possible to let my nut flush go here, but the amount was pretty small for a pretty large pot, so I call the extra 5k and say, “Show me AQ”. He does. I’m down to about 17k now.

Get caught stealing a couple times, miss a few flops, win some flops with c-bets when I get a bit of a nice setup flop. I limp EP with 55, button limps, SB completes and BB checks. Flop is A-T-5 rainbow. SB/BB check, I lead, and this is where it gets a little interesting. Button (very tight player) raises smallish. SB, calling station, RE-RAISES. My gut says fold, my head says fold, but I take my time and think a bit. Both button and SB have to raise AA, although it’s possible SB might not raise TT. I decide I cannot fear the button player, and SB only hand to beat me is TT. I call, button drops out as expected. SB player is short and bets out half his stack, I put him in (leaving myself about 8k if I’m wrong), he calls and shows AT and he is eliminated. I’m back now to 30k plus and we go on our 2nd break.

I meet some people in the break and do the boring early stack comparing chat, with some boring renditions of non-interesting hands, which normally semi-tilts me but I’m feeling good and healthy today as I head back to the table for the start of Level 3 and 200/400 blinds. A young guy gets moved to my right, and begins to raise every hand. He gets involved in a pot preflop with AKo vs the tightest player on table who has KK. Flop T-3-2. Turn J. River Q. Tight quiet old gentlemen takes it very badly, but I empathise with him, although quietly glad the maniac won as this is good for the table.

New kid maniac raises 1600 UTG. Tight player cold-calls 1600 UTG+1. I am UTG+2 and find AA. I pop it to 5500. It’s folded around to UTG maniac who insta-pushes for 22,000. Other player gets out, and I call and show my AA. Maniac laughs and shows 88.

8 on the flop and I’m too stunned to follow rest of hand, but turn to see the 50k pot being slid to the maniac. I can take some sick shit and have lost 20k plus cash pots to sicker stuff than this last 3 months, but in the words of Boondy: “ARE YOU FUCKEN KIDDING ME?”

I will be lying if I said I was focused when the next hand was dealt. Very next hand, I am UTG+1 and find KK. My brain kicks into overdrive instantly and I tell myself I can double up quickly here as whole table (apart from maniac) is STILL offering condolences about the previous hand, and not-so-subtle remarks about the young kid who 4-bet AI with 88 UTG.

I have about 11k still and I pretend to be super-tilted and throw in a 2k raise. This didn’t require much acting on my part, I admit. As per plan, a very attentive player 3-bets me on the button, I say “fuck it” and push it in (probably get penalty if they still enforce that, but it didn’t matter in the end as he had AA). Board blanks and I go from being chip leader on a nice table to rail in space of 2 hands at 200/400 blinds 5min into Level 3.

I actually did put my lunch in the toilet and then fell asleep, waking up just now.

Every hand in this post is true. I hope Rhino takes Sklansky dollars.

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main event pain countdown…

So I went to the Bluff / Cardrunners party at Sapphire last night. Location was good, party was pretty lame. Lots of old guys. I had a few drinks with Rico over here from Brisbane, too dark to find anyone else I knew so I left early before the cute little strippers could get their hands on my wallet.

On way back to hotel, I bumped into PokerNews marketing director and King of JokerNetwork Gaz Edwards, so we had a few drinks and played some squeeze. Pure tilt ensued. “REDUCE for the love of god REDUCE.” “Player has 8.” “Shit.” Losses incurred pretty ugly but we run sick bad.

Went to craps, got carded by a cripple floor manager with attitude. More tilt ensued when the entire table kept crapping out, could never get a roll on. Got late night phone call from a friends room, the girl on the end of the line sounded decidedly whorey, but I thought I’d check out the festivities just in case. Walked in to find my mates drunk, with 3 heinous girls attempting to extract $800 EACH from them. I gave my thoughts on the business transaction (I may have advised the gentlemen they could get 10 times better for 10 times less money, making them 100 times stupid), and these comments were received poorly, so I retired in delight back to the sanity of my own room, where I slept like a baby with the magical touch of a much-needed Valium/Stilnox cocktail.

Woke up a bit early today, 2 hours till Main Event. Gonna go eat a joke massive breakfast and try not to arrive in the Amazon Room until the latest possible moment so that I am not forced to develop any small-talk relationships with poker jokes.

I’ll be back in a few hours to let you know how I busted out. I will try to make it interesting, but it will probably be surmised adequately with the Gaz elimination line “Fker called me.”

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running good whole way to vegas…

(This pic above is because my many female readers and DanG all send in requests saying my pic choices for blog is not equal opportunity. Sorry girls, sorry Dan.)

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So yesterday our trip to Vegas starts pretty good with a police escort through traffic to airport (you can buy police escorts, I discovered - the prices are pretty cheap too). Anyway, we get there a couple hours before the flight leaves, and everyone gets into first class pretty much. Everyone except me and Franco, who sit there for 2 hours at check-in because the travel agent who booked out flights mis-typed the reservation number on our e-Tickets. The check-in lady says they can’t hold the plane anymore, and we’ll have to miss the flight. I’m beyond tilted. Finally, a senior manager cracks and lets us on the flight just before it leaves without tickets, but we have to settle with business class, which I have absolutely no problem with. Except I did have a problem, the service was worse than any service I have ever received in economy. I spilt a glass because the little foldout tables were too small to hold the ridiculously inefficient to hold the things they were putting on there, and after a couple walk-pasts, I realise I have to clean up the mess myself, so I’m down on the corridor in business class wiping up water whilst the air hostess bumps past me, giving me dirty looks.

The air-con was running full blast, and all night I couldn’t really sleep due to shivering under thin blankets. This is despite overdosing on Valium and Stinox, which usually lets me sleep during riots and fires and Sat nights in the Valley.

On top of this, the screen directly in front of my eyeline showed Blades of Glory SEVEN times on repeat during the 13 hour flight, I kid you not. I now hate Will Ferrell and Jon Heder.

I woke up with a headcold from the air-con, and my nose running like an unemptied blow up sex doll, so I politely asked the flight attendant for some tissues. He told me to wait in line at the toilets for tissues. I’m very tilted by this stage and complain to his service provider who lets the guy have a piece of her mind. He arrives shortly after with a stack of tissues about 1 foot high and slams them on my lap with a dirty look. 30 seconds later, another flight attendant brings another stack of tissues 1 foot high and slams them on my lap with another dirty look. PAL Business Class - wonderful.

As I run super good, I was not surprised to discover sadly that a lady died a couple rows in front of me during the flight. I’m not saying my bad luck is responsible, but I’m sure it didn’t help her. I would like to apologise to her family, just in case. We were met at LA by about 20 police officers, but we got off pretty quickly once they realised my bad luck was probably not the reason she passed away. I tried to pin suspicion on some fellow passengers who were annoying me during the flight with snoring, but the police officers weren’t buying it, and pushed me towards immigration.

At immigration, things were going smoothly. I was shocked to discover my bags were not lost, and my hopes were high for a relatively smooth transition through the pain of Homeland Security Immigration process. I was on my last hurdle, when a frustrated immigration guy grabbed my open passport out of my hand, and ripped out the photo page. This is obviously not good. He apologised, and normally I would take this opportunity to let the moron have a piece of my mind, but decided he was in a pretty bad mood, and might decide to detain me at airport, so I graciously accepted his apologies and continued on my way. I will now have to spend a day at the Australian consulate somewhere I think. I’ll worry about it later.

Registered for main event smoothly. Got the day I wanted (Day 1a). Am sure I’ll be out in a few hours tomorrow, so will have time to reconnect with some strippers who probably miss me over the next couple weeks.

Running so bad, that people are actually dying around me, does not give me great optimism for tomorrow’s donkamenty, so I’m kinda freerolling on expectations.

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Tournaments are retarded - Part 3

“Ain’t really no need to call you fine
I know you be hearin’ that all the time…”

Jimmy Fricke, who in my opinion, is far better-looking than Antonius, is running riot in the Main Event - he took out my boy Ville last night by calling all-in with K7o when Ville 3-bet pushed pre with 22.

The board came J-9-8-A-T and Fricke took the pot with a straight to eliminate Ville Laukkanen in 20th place with $60,000.

I know the money went in pre, but after the turn, Ville is looking so damn good to double up in a big pot. Fricken Jimmy puts his money in bad a LOT, and is knocking out players all over the place. He killed Nathan Bobik’s KK with TT, and knocked out Shaniac with an even sicker beat in a massive pot when all the money went in on a Q-high flop. Shaniac had QJ and Fricke had QT. Sick.

Ville under-performed, considering the cheer squad we formed to support him from the rail in the Vegas Bar. We remained to cheer him on in WW2-like conditions, being jostled by many people who probably could have showered before leaving their homes and we were forced to listen to many fascinating bad beat stories. I have included the best one here, as it’s too good to keep to myself:

The game is 2/3nl HE. Hero open-raises with AKo and is called in the big blind by QTs. The flop is Q-high and Hero c-bets and is called. The turn and river are both checked and Villian wins a massive pot. So sick.

Downing was exposed to the enemy flank on the rail (I was smart enough to protect myself behind a table). Downing was under solid jostling fire, and came off 2nd best in a tangle with a lady that probably could have skipped the desert bar at Sizzler last night and not wasted away from starvation - she made Jimmy Fricke look SVELTE. Poor Downing went down hard from his high stool, winding himself in the process. To the casual observer, it might have looked a lot like a (delayed) stage dive, but I can assure you it was nothing but a standard accident in a war-zone. These things happen.

Despite our disappointment in Ville getting eliminated in 20th place, he still picked up $60,000 - which is worth celebrating. We had a big night planned, but were detained in Vos’ room with various forms of gambling occurring. Downing and Adam Weiss were having some fun short-stacking 25/50nl and some 5/10plo. Downing was owning his opponents with a number of very slick moves - he slow-rolled AA after typing “hmmm” in the chatbox and then min-raising after a limper. pwned.

Vos was killing everyone is coinflip games and I went down a quick thousand to him before staging a magnificent comeback playing skill games. I can’t beat Vos in coinflips but, with the assistance of valuable team member Perry Friedman from Full Tilt, and the financial backing of Dimock and later Marcus Collins, we were able to steamroll Vos for a large amount. Vos kept trying to get us to martingale of course, but we are FAR too smart for that.

The damage was done playing Russian for $100 a point and this other game Vos invented in Fiji. We each get 15 cards and you have to make your best five 3-card poker hands, ranked from strongest to weakest. Perry was very, very good at this game, providing the bulk of our technical advantage, whilst I helped with the obvious spots and trash-talked and taunted Mark in the meantime. Perry even helped out with the trash-talking, throwing in some well-timed momma jokes. It was a very effective and, admittedly, quite a good-looking partnership.

As the NETeller founders just bent over the entire US poker-playing public by being too dumb to move out of the continental US, a large % of Full Tilt’s (theorectical) value was wiped out yesterday. Perry offered to sell me his shares in Full Tilt for $100, but I told him he was dreaming. I offered him a 6-pack and a tenner, but negotiations broke down when he asked me to continue the discussion with him in his room “over a bottle of champagne”. Yeah right, Perry - I wasn’t born tomorrow. I’ve fallen for THAT one before…

Miranda Kerr once invited me into her hotel room to “discuss her career”. Much to my chagrin, it quickly became clear that she was not, in the slightest bit, interested in discussing her career. She seemed more interested in discussing whether my pectorial muscles were perfectly formed or not (for the record, Miranda thought they were, but I think they could use a little more definition on the lower outside quadrants). No, business is best discussed OUT of the hotel room, in my opinion Perry.

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Tournaments are retarded - Part 2

There will be almost nothing interesting in the below post. I just have nothing better to do as Crown internet is retarded and I can’t play as it keeps cutting out.

Gheyest day of poker in my life, and I thought it would be a long time before I had a day as frustrating as my bubble day in Feature Event.

I was incredibly worried about my starting table, with Joe Cassidy and a young Nowegian dude (Andreas Walnum) who won Fiesta Al Lago on my table. But Joe was not feeling well and only played around half of the first two levels. He did seem to win just about every pot he played when he did play, but his stack was getting milked heavily whilst he was gone. He finally put his stack in in a really bad spot, and looked almost relieved to be out (resigned might be a better word). I thought Andreas was playing really well, and I’ll admit I was quite pleased to see him get snapped off by some pretty crappy play from the less-than-fearsome opponents on our table. Example: Button open-limps with A4o. Andreas pots in SB with QQ. I fold in BB and Button calls. Flop A-5-5. Andreas leads out and gets called. Turn and river are both checked and I saw a glimpse of my entire future in Andreas’ eyes (sheer frustration), even though I didn’t realise it at the time. I probably had that exact same look 30 times today.

Andreas got involved in a pot with Peter Pratis, who is a great guy and I hope he does really well for the remainder of the tourney. However, Peter plays a pretty bad pot against this young poker star. Peter open-limps in hijack with 86cc. Andreas completes and I check in BB. Flop Ac-5c-5 (again yes). Checked to Peter who bets out, and gets check-raised big by Andreas. I fold and Peter calls. Turn is a 9, giving Peter a gutshot straight draw to go with his flush draw. Andreas leads out fairly big and Peter calls. The river is a blank and Andreas checks and Peter leads out for most of his stack and Andreas folds, showing a little frustration. Peter shows his missed draws and Andreas is like, “What did you think I had?” I think Peter’s bet here on river is so bad. Andreas is eliminated not long after when he runs into pocket Kings, and I get the feeling he is a little disgusted.

I spoke briefly about an incident with a guy the other day who complained about our side-betting flops. I got the names mixed up. The guy was John Maver, not John Homann (I have never met John Homann). Anyway, John Maver gets moved to my table and I’m pretty happy to see it as he would pretty much be one of the biggest bunnies left in the tournament. Some of his logic is almost beyond bad. Example: Maver is in BB with AQs. Cutoff open-raises and Maver calls. Flop A-J-T. Maver leads out for 9000 - cutoff calls. Turn rag, and Maver checks. Cutoff has about 35k left and bets 16k. Maver quickly calls. River is low repeater so the board looks something like A-J-T-4-4. Maver checks and cutoff puts his last 19k or so in. Maver folds. I tell myself I will have 300,000 by the end of this day after seeing this hand.

I knocked Billy the Croc out early in the day when I raised with 66 from middle position and Billy pushed in his small stack with AQo. I am getting 2:1 and make the call, winning the race. I don’t think Billy’s push is terrible, but I think he can find a better spot to put his small stack in. Small stacks have a lot more equity when open-pushing rather than getting into situations like this one.

From then on, my day just gets retarded. Firstly, there is no way I played every hand well - in fact, I can’t really think of any hands I played well apart from a snapped set, when I made a pretty good fold on the river. But I played solid almost the whole day, and against my opponents today, that should have been enough to walk into the money with 200-250k plus. I really believe this. This day will go down as easily the gheyest day of poker ever for me so far.

I changed gears a lot throughout the day, at stages playing pretty laggy. At one stage, I open-raised JTs in middle position and took the blinds. Next hand, I open-raised QQ in hijack and took the blinds. Next hand, I open-raised QQ in cutoff and took the blinds. Next hand, I have AKo on button and fold when UTG raises pot and Dan Alspach (a nice guy but makes major donkey plays) pushes all-in for 26k UTG+1. I steal the blinds open-raising with Aces and Kings around this time, but am 3-bet by tight players a couple times when I raise 97s in cutoff and KJo on button. I just know it’s not going to be my day.

Many, many sick situations arise throughout the day and I’m basically playing semi-tilted all day, but still well above the curve. For much of the day, I didn’t really get any traditional bad beats, just endless situations like I’d raise KQcc and get 3 callers, building a massive pot. Flop would then come A-7-4 (all red) and someone would lead out. I raise with 99 and the flop comes K-Q-J. I raise with AK and the flop is 9-4-4 and I’m check-raised when I c-bet. Just over…and over…and over again. All day. I see so many flops multi-way with suited connectors and pairs and miss and miss and miss. I’m bleeding chips and it’s obvious to everyone that I’m pretty tilted. Most of them probably think they are really outplaying me, and I suppose they kind of are, as I can’t get to a showdown. Hard to take a tight player to showdown with A-high no draw.

I 3-bet Dan Alspach a bit in some obvious spots with rags and never get called. He runs his 60k starting stack down to about 20k very quickly. A guy gets moved to my table who I’ve met before but don’t really know all that well. He plays 2/3nl every day here at Crown, I am told. He is playing very well, open-raising a lot (probably more than me). I want to 3-bet him a bit, but can’t really find a good spot, as I am to his direct left and if I 3-bet, there are still 3-4 live players every time. I find some good spots around the blinds and 3-bet him a little and don’t get called. I am also able to pick up the blinds and a button open-limp a few times raising in the BB with rags.

I make a mistake in this hand maybe: SB player (the 2/3nl Crown player) limps in the SB HU. I have 33 and do not raise (possibly a mistake). In a cash game, this is a standard raise but even though this is a “deep-stacked” tourney, the avg is still only around 50bb all day. In this hand the effective stacks were 40bb, and I fear a limp-reraise here that I can’t call with a really nice low pair. I have position and I can play HU ok with position (I suck OOP). Flop is 6-5-3 with 2 spades. SB leads out 4k and I call (my style of play is to call a lot of flops and play turns pretty strong as I float flops and also its much easier to price drawing hands out on the turn). Turn is a King. SB checks, and I bet out 8k I think. He calls. River is a 2, and he leads out 10k. If I call and he has the straight, I lose over half my stack in the hand. I fold my set in disgust as I put him on the straight draw from the start, saying “I know you have it.” He shows me a A4o (no flush draw) and says “I also had the Ace.” I’m not sure what that really means, but that hand just epitomises my whole day. His play is not horrendous, but it is so far from good, IMO. He just has almost no implied odds with his 6-outs and stands to bleed chips on so many other outs. You just can’t take a crappy straight draw when there is a flush draw out against a better player when you are out of postion. His turn call is just so frustrating for me, and epitomises my entire day. Maybe 6-8 pairs I call big raises in multi-way pots with (or I’ve raised and we’ve seen a big multi-way flop) and I can’t hit, then I hit a set in a HU blind battle and maybe play it bad, but lose a quarter of my stack to my opponent, who definitely played it worse.

I triple up a really nice kid playing his first big tourney. He is a very new player, so I don’t want to say anything negative about his play but, as he said, “This is a LOT different to playing in the free pub games.” I think I triple him up shortstacked 3 times. First time I raise UTG with AK. He has 16bb and raises to 10bb. I want to fold so bad, but it’s just not in me to fold AK to a 16bb shortstack. I call and he shows KK, which is a lot better than the other hand I think he probably has. Alspach gets more than half his stack in preflop with KJs against this young kid, and the kid has KK again and doubles up again. The kid is playing WAY too tight, and he was actually at my starting table yesterday so I know how he plays, yet I somehow manage to double him up again with AT vs his AJ on an A-high board when he had about 21bb pre. I raised with AT on button and he cold-called in SB and we saw a A-high flop. It’s just not in me to check/fold here with postion, although I probably should have. I actually can’t believe he called with AJo. Maybe the lowest-strength hand he played all day.

I miss a lot more flops, we go to the dinner break and come back and I’m still basically very disgusted with the whole day so far. I’m winning lots of chips preflop all day but whenever the money goes in on a medium sized pot, I run 2nd or get run down. Nothing really all that special about any hands, just perhaps the number of times it happens over and over.

I open-raise JJ from middle to like 7.5k and Maver pushes for 70k. I have like 70k and fold. A few hours later, I open-raise AQs from cutoff and Maver pushes for 65k the hand before the dinner break, and I fold.

After dinner break, I raise 88 to 7.5k from middle position and Dan Alspach (who has built his stack up to average after a sick horrendous suckout against the Russian dude) calls in the BB. The flop is Q-9-8 (two hearts). He checks, I c-bet, he calls. Turn Ah. Pot is 30k, I have 65k and Dan Alspach donks out his whole stack (80k). I fold. I am not convinced my fold is good, but I cannot risk it all here in this spot. He says, “I’ll bluff into that all day if you’ll let me”, whilst being careful to muck his cards. I now KNOW my fold is good. I love it when donkeys trash-talk. After folding about 25 hands in a row, Maver open-raises his button. The blinds fold and Maver says, “When you guys gonna play back at me? Are you going to let me steal all day?” or something like that, but in a really ghey tone. Awesome.

The gheyness of my table is tilting me so hard, as are the bad dealers. Crown took $370,000 out of the prizepool for this tourney, and only a couple of our dealers today were able to collect antes without tilting me hard every hand.

I’ll admit I’m about to crack, as I can see my situation getting pretty bleak. The bubble is approaching, and my stack is down to around 45k or something as everything has gone pear-shaped. I want a stack to exert pressure around the bubble, so I decide to make a very strong move when the button open-raises to 8k. I am in SB with T8o and raise to 16k, leaving myself around 30k behind I think. The BB asks for a count and folds. The Button player (the 2/3nl Crown live player guy) clearly does not like spot, looks at my chips up and down and calls. I read him as weak rather than slowplaying. The flop is 9-high and I push all-in for 30k. The button hates his spot. He thinks for ages, maybe 4-5 minutes, and finally says, “I think I have to call.” He doesn’t call though. He thinks for some time more. Finally, he makes a crying call - with KK. I wish I had a photo of my face then - it would have been so awesome. He wasn’t slow-rolling me, he just hated his spot, which got me to put my whole stack in against KK with less than 20bb’s. Turn is a 7, giving me 8 outs to lay a sick beat on him, but the board pairs, and I finish 30 spots outside the money or whatever and I start the long walk back to my hotel room.

Easily the most painful, gheyest day I have ever played. Tournaments are so silly I think - maybe I just don’t understand them. For example. Antonius is raising like 60% of hands preflop. Most of the stacks on his table are 40bb or less. How he doesn’t get pushed on every 2nd hand is something I’ll never understand. Are these people morons? What do they think his range is? How do these people get 600 deep in a 10k buyin event?

I’m not even really all that annoyed as I don’t *think* I really played any hands poorly. I dunno. It just seemed like a cursed day where the chances of me finishing the day with 350k were much greater than me busting, but I busted. Meh - I won’t play any more tourneys from here on in, I don’t think. I have suspected that they are pretty dumb for awhile now, and tonight I really think they are dumb.

My friend Ville has a big stack I think and I have 5% of him so I hope he does well, but I can’t check the Live Updates and Crown internet is retarded. I think I hate the Crown Joker Room - I can’t see myself coming back anytime soon.

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