Uh, I was stuck in New Orleans for an extra night due to stupid American and didn’t get in until Thursday. Then I had to wait for my girlfriend (who spent Wednesday stuck in DFW) to actually make it into the same airport (so much for our original plans) later in the day, wait for an hour just to learn that they don’t really know where her luggage is, and drive an hour back to Las Cruces from El Paso. At that point it was already past game time and we had to go to Wal-Mart just so she could buy a few things to make it through to whenever her luggage might finally show up (it hasn’t so far.)
7 dag (what’s up, dude)
6 Oslo (no explanation needed)
5 ast (to be expected: he’s distracted by domestic turmoil)
4 kyy (still hung over from national champ celebrations)
3 missy (who we find out is a prude)
2 root (getting back into quarter-winning form)
1 duckage of suckage (who totally caught cards all night, but also killed in the SnG’s)
and the first standings of the quarter:
1 Duke of Rat 80.3
2 Miss Take 75.2
3 Robot Arm 46.5
4 Oslo Ostragoth 43.2
5 Kyyrewyyoae 41.1
6 Dag Otto 40.2
Nice for Duke and Missy, but the rest of us blow chunks. Shoulda had a V-8.
Sucking up the back is Duck in last place
Dealing with outside turmoil obviously threw Ast of his game, and he came in 6th.
Robot Arm came in 5th (nothing pithy here)
Always a bridesmaid, never in the money is Oslo, ending in 4th. Maybe if he cut off the ponytail -
After much back and forth (“I’m winning, I’m losing, I’m winning, I’m losing”) Kyy rakes in almost two shiny dimes.
That leaves Dag Otto and moi. He thought he had me with trip 6’s (hmmm, 666. A sign?). But I had the better kicker. (OBVIOUSLY a sign)
So, not to leave you few readers in suspense, I won. Heh.
Last night at FullTilt I placed 21/683 - it was 3:15 in the morning and I was nodding off at the keyboard. Let myself die out. My last hand I had 7k chips, majority of table had anywhere between 30 - 130K. Just take it, please.
At around 1:30 I did a no-no. I told the table I was exhausted, was going all in with my next crap hand. Get dealt 83o. Shove my mediocre stack in, three others call.
Shit. One player started blasting me. Dude, it’s 8 friggin 3 offsuit. Dynamo hand, right.