I had just started a Sit-n-Go after a profitable few rounds at a $5$10 well past my goal of ending the day with a positive. And then. The Invite. First it was to, of all things, an Omaha-8 private table - to celebrate Mr. AlCantHang's 37th birthday in true poker blogger style. Two tabling that table and the S-n-G was nuts - I had no idea how to even play Omaha. I dropped about $17 bucks lickity-split. But I managed to stumble my way into second place at the SnG. Mercifully, or so I thought, the party moved to a limit hold-em table. Miss Iggy raised every pot, s/he was in; I managed to re-raise a pot and didn't realize it; I threw away the nuts; and I folded top pair on the flop - but how I don't know, I didn't hit any buttons. And I wasn't drinking, I swear! Maybe I shoud have been. Well, these boys refused to respect their elder and let little ol' Ante-M win a single pot....to their credit and a dent in my positive gain for the day. But, hey, it was Al's birthday - hope you had a great one, kiddo!
Al's Birthday Party at Party
