I re-plopped some bucks down on Full Tilt last eve in order to prepare for the HORSE tourney on Sunday. Like Mr. Halverson, I feel I've got a good handle on the front end of that animal - it's the ORSE end of the animal that I'm likely to end up looking like a complete ARSE playing. But it should be fun. Earlier in the day I'll be attending a poker birthday party for a friend marking her turn at the half century mark (provided she survives jumping out of an airplane the day before), so it will be Poker Sunday for me.
I capped my session last eve with a $20 SnG and was reminded how different these are at Full Tilt compared to Party's NASCAR all in fests. I like the structure so much better - there's more room and time to actually play some strategic poker. I was down to the virtual felt more than a couple of times but managed to keep my head above water. After the break (yes - a single table SnG lasting long enough for a break - hard to believe, huh?) it was down to three.
Our chip leader was a "berater" and I made it my mission to bust him. He thought very highly of himself and I thought very highly of his atrocious play...in that I was determined to take full advantage of it when the opportunity arose. However, it seemed that we played three-way forever, the cards were getting cold and I was getting weary. The blinds had reached the point of forcing all ins when the hammer clunked down in front of me. The shortstack on my left pushed in and Mr. Full-of-Himself Bigstack called. I thought for a moment, decided I was ready for slumberland and third place still paid. I typed in the chat "Well, if I have to go out, there's no better way than with the hammer" and called.
The seven in my hand completed the strait that lined itself up in front of us on the table and I tripled up. Doncha' know that sent Mr. Full-of-Himself Bigstack into a spin, heh, heh. He played very aggressively and chipped way up, though. At last, Mr. Too Tight on my left was taken out and it was heads up. And then, like Donald Trump when the viagra wears off, Mr. Full-of-Himself Bigstack became flaccid and weak - limping and folding. I went into hyper-aggressive mode, whittling him down and chipping way up. Our last hand, he actually had the lead going into the flop, but the Queen in my hand found her sister on the table and victory was mine - and a sweet one at that.
And in other news....
Thanks to Al I paid a vist to this site this morning and reduced my workplace productivity while creating:
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