Mean Gene Inna House!
Played in Wil's
tournament last night, made the final table, finished 9th. I actually had crap to do and figured I'd play a few hands, get killed, and go about my business. I was down to about T500 when I pushed with a straight draw that came in on the river, and then I was off and running.
Played very well, thank you, except for 2 or 3 hee-haw plays. Like re-raising a shortstack with the Hammer--brilliant play that. And raising the blinds with J-9 when I knew
he'd have to push with just about anything. But every time I donked off chips I won a pot right after to get 'em back. I stole the blinds once with the Hammer, which made my heart feel so warm. Been awhile since I did that in front of an appreciative audience.
Shortstacked, I decided to hang on and see if I could pick up a hand and failing that maybe move up a spot or two. I ended up pushing in the small blind with 10-3 and Maigrey
, of course, had AQ. I flopped a straight draw but this time I didn't catch, and once again my mighty heart was broken.
Felt good to play. And now...I gotta do all the stuff I was supposed to do during a quiet evening at home. And I wanted to go to bed at a decent hour, too.