Well, at least, that's what I thought during my drive home from Ho Chunk casino last night...
I've since committed to helping run/playing a local bar tourney tomorrow on Sunday (I know, my quitting lasted a whole day, lol).
This is in part a bad beat 'bitch, moan, and vent', and in part a statement of how a bad beat can't keep me down... Read if you want, or ignore if you don't. You've been warned.
I went up to Ho Chunk on Friday to play the $1,100 MSPT main event, which I secured a seat to via entering a $65 satty, and progressing through several levels of qualifiers. Prior to the ME, I sat down and played 1/2 for 2 hours, and tripled up my $120 buyin. I played very well in the MSPT main event for the first few hours, but ran badly as blinds were increasing, and eventually busted out in the top 40% of the first day. I was glad I entered the event, and had a ton of fun. The event was well run, and the tournament structure was pretty awesome! I then re-entered the 1/2 cash game field, and was seated a table of 'ok' players. I had one of the sickest bad beats in my history of playing cards, that left me feeling like I'd literally been punched in the gut.
I know, it wasn't for life altering money. But I literally had the nutz on the flop, and on the turn, I had the uber-nutz! Just unbelievably get wrenching outcome... On the way home, I was seriously doubting my ability to play this game moving forward... I did come to terms today (after a nice brunch buffet), that I can't control results, just my decisions. I decided to scale back on my recent increase in casino play, and focus on more home games and smaller tourneys. A good meal does wonders for the soul!
I'll "spoiler" it, in case you're not interested in hearing my lame "bad beat" story. Just know that even the sickest of bad beats won't keep me off the felt for long, lol...
Bad Beat
I've since committed to helping run/playing a local bar tourney tomorrow on Sunday (I know, my quitting lasted a whole day, lol).
This is in part a bad beat 'bitch, moan, and vent', and in part a statement of how a bad beat can't keep me down... Read if you want, or ignore if you don't. You've been warned.
I went up to Ho Chunk on Friday to play the $1,100 MSPT main event, which I secured a seat to via entering a $65 satty, and progressing through several levels of qualifiers. Prior to the ME, I sat down and played 1/2 for 2 hours, and tripled up my $120 buyin. I played very well in the MSPT main event for the first few hours, but ran badly as blinds were increasing, and eventually busted out in the top 40% of the first day. I was glad I entered the event, and had a ton of fun. The event was well run, and the tournament structure was pretty awesome! I then re-entered the 1/2 cash game field, and was seated a table of 'ok' players. I had one of the sickest bad beats in my history of playing cards, that left me feeling like I'd literally been punched in the gut.
I know, it wasn't for life altering money. But I literally had the nutz on the flop, and on the turn, I had the uber-nutz! Just unbelievably get wrenching outcome... On the way home, I was seriously doubting my ability to play this game moving forward... I did come to terms today (after a nice brunch buffet), that I can't control results, just my decisions. I decided to scale back on my recent increase in casino play, and focus on more home games and smaller tourneys. A good meal does wonders for the soul!
I'll "spoiler" it, in case you're not interested in hearing my lame "bad beat" story. Just know that even the sickest of bad beats won't keep me off the felt for long, lol...
Bad Beat
="I'm on the button w/ $200, playing 1/2 NL on a straddled pot, guy across from me in LP raises to $20, I look down at JJ, I flat, guy in EP calls. $50 in the pot. Flop comes 22J. Guy bets $20 again, I raise to $50, EP folds, LP calls (after thinking hard). I'm praying he has a major overpair, as I'm 100% positive the guy didn't raise pre w/ a deuce in his hand. Onto the Turn, board runs 22J2. LP guy checks to me. I think he's got an overpair (probably not KK or AA, but maybe QQ?). Maybe 10's or 9's and thinks they're good? I shove my remaining $130+ into the middle. Guy tanks, then calls (I'm fist pumping inside). The river is a deuce (22J22), and the guy flips over AK to scoop with quads (with an Ace kicker).... Really, he called off $200 with AK and nothing else? Pocket 3's was ahead of him until the river... ~$430 pot. Felt like I was punched in the gut. It wouldn't have felt so dirty had the guy showed AA or KK... Miracle deuce"
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