Warning: before you read anymore, this is pretty much about me. Me, me, me. If you can stand the narccisstic musings, proceed.
So I guess I just experienced my first "official" tournament for my run at the World Series of Poker 2008, which ended rather abruptly by Day 1 (haha!). I was pretty well-stacked (doing very healthy for the average chip-stack). But I made a few moves against the same guy, and he had my number. Every. Single. Time. Finally, some old man comes along to take me out with this:
Hero: JJ
Opponent: 22.
Flop peels off a 2. 7 6 2 rainbow. Death & mews ensue.
I wasn't too peeved; after all, making even into that tournament (I had to win a qualifying tournament to get there) was my personal goal, and everything else was bonus. I saw Bernard Lee (he was the guy who came in 13th in the WSOP 2005). He's kind of cocky, and from what I heard from the rest of the locals, he gave some negative commentary during the final table for EPT last year.
But this week I have been EATING & pooping poker it seems. I won a tournament on Wednesday, did a night session at Foxwoods on Friday, and barely woke up to come to the EPT WSOP tourney. I keep track of my session stats on cardplayer.com, so I promise I'll post my results by the end of the summer!
I know I'm doing straight at the $2-$5 cash tables ($5000 is the goal for three months!), but I feel that I'm holding back somewhat still. Parents are quietly protesting; friends are wary.
But I'm hungry for a tournament title for some reason. Maybe the amount of money, cameras, pros hobbling around made me a little star-struck.
Lifez.
So it's been a year and two days since I've started working for the man. A lot of my personal goals were measured against this bench-mark, so I'm making a bunch of frequently-asked-questions that you, dear reader, would have a burning desire to ask. Believe me. It's going to kick holy ass.
Considered yourself warned: this may be offensive like handicapped porn.
How is post-college life adjustment. For real.
Honestly, pretty sweet. I'm one of those sleazy bull sh-tters that somehow managed to land a decent job straight out of college and make decent bucks. My only small gripe is the free time. Doing nothing is something now. I definitely don't have the same social network that I used to kick it with. But it's right as rain. Quality control is up in this.
You also start experiencing weird discussions. M-words like "marriage" and "mortgages." Better-salary envy, too. People start going into cycles around you. Exactly half of your friends will break up from wifey-year-long relationships, and other half break off some spring love. The rest of you, break a leg.
New revelations?
People come and go. You just can't take anything personally, even if say you two were bffs during college. Moving the vineyard to California doesn't make Bordeaux anymore.
Ultimately, I found that my true friends stuck around, despite how useless I am (I never call anyone). And to those who know who they are, I cherish deeply.
Are you fat?
I guess ramen and campus food is the college student's equivalent to the supermodel cocaine diet. For me, college was so much more active that post-college. So long answer, yes, asshole. I am. Fatter.
So what's next?
Vote for Obama, pull up a chair and let's have lunch soon! I miss seeing a lot of you cats. For some reason NO ONE knew I worked in the Back Bay area, so come play. I hope everyone's summer is kicking.
Oh, dinner if you're hot.
p.s. Does anyone else think Google stock looks MIGHTY attractive below $550?
So I guess I just experienced my first "official" tournament for my run at the World Series of Poker 2008, which ended rather abruptly by Day 1 (haha!). I was pretty well-stacked (doing very healthy for the average chip-stack). But I made a few moves against the same guy, and he had my number. Every. Single. Time. Finally, some old man comes along to take me out with this:
Hero: JJ
Opponent: 22.
Flop peels off a 2. 7 6 2 rainbow. Death & mews ensue.
I wasn't too peeved; after all, making even into that tournament (I had to win a qualifying tournament to get there) was my personal goal, and everything else was bonus. I saw Bernard Lee (he was the guy who came in 13th in the WSOP 2005). He's kind of cocky, and from what I heard from the rest of the locals, he gave some negative commentary during the final table for EPT last year.
But this week I have been EATING & pooping poker it seems. I won a tournament on Wednesday, did a night session at Foxwoods on Friday, and barely woke up to come to the EPT WSOP tourney. I keep track of my session stats on cardplayer.com, so I promise I'll post my results by the end of the summer!
I know I'm doing straight at the $2-$5 cash tables ($5000 is the goal for three months!), but I feel that I'm holding back somewhat still. Parents are quietly protesting; friends are wary.
But I'm hungry for a tournament title for some reason. Maybe the amount of money, cameras, pros hobbling around made me a little star-struck.
Lifez.
So it's been a year and two days since I've started working for the man. A lot of my personal goals were measured against this bench-mark, so I'm making a bunch of frequently-asked-questions
Considered yourself warned: this may be offensive like handicapped porn.
How is post-college life adjustment. For real.
Honestly, pretty sweet. I'm one of those sleazy bull sh-tters that somehow managed to land a decent job straight out of college and make decent bucks. My only small gripe is the free time. Doing nothing is something now. I definitely don't have the same social network that I used to kick it with. But it's right as rain. Quality control is up in this.
You also start experiencing weird discussions. M-words like "marriage" and "mortgages." Better-salary envy, too. People start going into cycles around you. Exactly half of your friends will break up from wifey-year-long relationships, and other half break off some spring love. The rest of you, break a leg.
New revelations?
People come and go. You just can't take anything personally, even if say you two were bffs during college. Moving the vineyard to California doesn't make Bordeaux anymore.
Ultimately, I found that my true friends stuck around, despite how useless I am (I never call anyone). And to those who know who they are, I cherish deeply.
Are you fat?
I guess ramen and campus food is the college student's equivalent to the supermodel cocaine diet. For me, college was so much more active that post-college. So long answer, yes, asshole. I am. Fatter.
So what's next?
Vote for Obama, pull up a chair and let's have lunch soon! I miss seeing a lot of you cats. For some reason NO ONE knew I worked in the Back Bay area, so come play. I hope everyone's summer is kicking.
Oh, dinner if you're hot.
p.s. Does anyone else think Google stock looks MIGHTY attractive below $550?
