I decided to play in tonight's WPBT HORSE tournament on a whim. I figured, quite correctly, that I was totally overmatched playing against the cream of bloggerdom in a mixed-game limit tournament. So, what happened? I took second. I am flabbergasted, gobsmacked, whamboozled.
How did I do this? Well, as I told everyone very early on after I made a severely donkified play in Razz, I planned on getting Sick Lucky. And that's exactly how it went down. I played very tight. When I had a hand, I was very aggressive. And when I had a hand, and played it aggressively, I nearly always got there in the end. Sick Lucky.
I should've been out early on but hit a freakish hand against Pauly
to double up. And then I blundered into a few more nice pots to build up a stack big enough to get me into the money. And I do mean blundered. A couple of times I had to squint at the screen to figure out what the hell I had. Need to brush up on my split-pot games.
Cracknaces (don't know your URL, apologies) had me by about 2.5/1 when we were heads-up, but after we exchanged Hammer blows on consecutive hands I made my fatal error. I wussed out when I flopped bottom pair and didn't bet out on the turn. He hit a ten and made me pay for my inertia. And after than he wasted little time polishing me off.
I actually thought about unregistering right before the tournament started. Looking over the list of players it seemed extremely -EV, and I'm naturally depressed about the continuing Steeler fiasco. But I felt Sick Lucky. And for a few days I can fool myself into thinking I know what the hell I'm doing.