I went to the casino again on Monday for the 10am daily shootout only to find that it was cancelled due to the Mid-South Poker Classic. So I asked if I could get into a satellite. I was the first name on the list and had to wait around for an hour before ten people signed up. Fortunately, I was able to pick up a complementary copy of Card Player magazine so I had some reading material.
To make a long story short, I won the satellite. A key play occured when I was in the big blind. It was at the 200/400 level and I had won a few small pots and had a decent sized stack. A fellow in early position went all in for 950. I had K-8o and was thinking I’d probably have to fold. Then someone else called his all-in. And then the small blind called as well. So I thought for a moment. It was quite a nice-sized pot and it would only cost me an additional 550 to call. All three players were all-in so there wasn’t going to be any additional betting. I’d still have a decent stack even if I lost. What the hell, I thought, and I called. An 8 appeared on the flop and a K appeared on the turn so I beat the small blind’s pocket tens, knocked out 3 people and was soon playing heads up with an old man.
Our stacks were about equal at this point as he had just knocked out the third player. The floor manager was sitting by me and I said, “I guess you can’t chop in a satellite.” And he said, “Sure, you can!” But the old man didn’t say anything. Pretty soon I’d taken most of his chips and I though about mentioning the chop again. If he’d suggested it I would have agreed. But still he remained silent.
Not long after that, I was short-stacked but it was too late to mention the chop. I bet aggressively with pocket 5s and Ax and shortly after that, I won. The payoff for the $45 satellite was $300 in tournament tokens and $50 cash. I tipped the dealer $30 and pocketed $20 so it only cost me $25. Then I registered for two different $150 NLHE tournaments on Tuesday and Wednesday evenings. But I felt kinda bad that the old man didn’t want to chop. Maybe I don’t have what it takes to be a poker professional, after all.
Tuesday evening I played in the Ladies No Limit Hold “em Tournament. I really wasn’t getting much in the way of cards, although I did pick up some chips with pocket kings. I won a few other hands and was doing okay about an hour into the game. Then a new woman got moved to our table. In a very short space of time, she’d played three hands in which she raised big pre-flop, got one caller, then went all-in after the flop. So everyone was scared of her, including me.
Well, she raised big again and I called with KQo. The flop came down 10-Q-7 rainbow. She, of course, went all-in immediately and I called without hesitation. Our stacks were about equal although she had me covered by a little bit. She turned over A-10 and didn’t improve. So I doubled up and she went out of the tournament a few hands later. I felt kinda bad.
After that, I really wasn’t getting much at all and lost a bit with AQs to pocket tens. That woman had flopped a set and eventually went on to win the 1st place $3000 dollar payout. She was getting good stuff all night but didn’t hardly bet, just checked and called and raked in pots.
I managed to keep my stack up by judiciously raising with marginal hands and stealing the blinds and antes. After three hours of play we were down to 23 from an initial 86. I guess a lot of those were short-stacked because not long after the second break, there were only 18 left. The average stack at this point was 14,000. I counted my chips and saw that I had 18,000 sitting in front of me. Simple math told me I had a good chance of making it to the final table. The tournament paid to 9 positions.
Then I got seated next to a woman from Austin, TX who had been at my table at the start of the tournament. She was quite a good player and bet aggressivley, so, of course, I didn’t like her. So she turns to me and says “I don’t know if you’re recovering from cancer or if you just shaved your head for the look, but I’m a ten-year survivor and there is hope.” We chatted a bit and she was a really nice lady. I tried to explain that I did shave my head for the look because I didn’t like the way it was growing in all kinky, plus I’d become accustomed to being bald. Then she raised UTG with pocket jacks and I called with J6s, doubling her up. She was short-stacked at the time. A few hands later she raised again and I called with A-6o. I hit a pair of 6’s on the river and called her all-in. Once again, she had pocket jacks. But I sucked out an ace on the river and knocked her out of the tournament. So, naturally, I felt kinda bad.
Well, I did make it to the final table. There were ten of us and we made a deal to each give the bubble $15.00 so she would get her buy-in back. And soon there was nine. But I was so damn tired. It was 12:30 am and we’d been playing since 7pm and I’d been yawning for the last hour and a half. And I suddenly decided I didn’t want to play anymore. In fact, I had a burning desire to get the hell out of that room asap. So I went all-in with pocket 3s against the chip leader in the big blind. She had AK, both of which appeared on the flop and that was the end of me. I collected $271, tipped the dealer $20, and pocketed ten times what I paid to be in the tournament. This is what I call success. So yes, I guess even a moron could tell at this point that I don’t have what it takes to be a professional poker player.
I got five hours sleep that night and went back the next evening to play in another $150 buy-in NLHE event. I was gone within 30 minutes, chasing a flush, and that was fine with me because I was still really damned tired. Well, I did go through chemo last summer and finished up radiation in December 2007, and let me tell you, that takes its toll. It would be fair to say that I really have no energy, but I hope that will improve over the course of the next couple of years. I have some hope, anyway.
Tomorrow there is one more tournament: The Final Table Players Tournament. It has an estimated prize pool of $50,000. There is no buy-in. You just have to have made it to a final table which I did. I’ve had a few days to rest, and it starts at 3pm which is good for me since I’m no longer in the habit of staying up late. I’ll do my best. I really do have a competitive streak and want to win. But while in one way I’ve already had more success than I could have imagined, in another way, I’m beginning to doubt that I will ever make my living playing poker.