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Tuesday, April 04, 2006

I just placed 19th in a NL tournament with 545 entrants. My feelings are bittersweet. On one hand, I am really proud of myself for setting aside several hours and mountains of mind-junk so I could concentrate on playing a good, focused game of cards. The pendulum swung fiercely throughout the game, but no matter how little I had, I played with confidence and made good decisions. The hand that pretty much killed me was pocket 8s UTG against pocket queens in late position. Had I not jumped up to go to the bathroom prior to folding the previous hand, I would've had more than a couple of seconds to think before raising in that crappy position. Had I returned from the bathroom any later, my hand would have been folded and I would have lived to see another day. So any situation other than exactly what happened would have been better. Oh well, the pocket change is nice.

Now listening to "I Started Something I Couldn't Finish" by The Smiths.

posted by platkat @ 8:59 PM