I just have a song with that line going through my head. Nothing to do with poker or life.

Suffering a bit from bruised junk this morning after another disappointing finish in a blogger tourney. After going out 11th (9 paid) with JJ vs. 44 in the WWdN on Tuesday, I returned for a shot at the Mookie last night. After a good run, my stack dwindled away with a whole series of awful cards. Made it to the final table and pushed in with KJo, losing to Astin's QJo. 9th place (7 paid). Sigh.

Decided to make an evening of it early on while waiting for the Mookie, and that nearly proved disasterous. Sat down at a PLO game and signed up for a turbo Peep token tourney. Got stacked on the VERY FIRST HAND in the PLO game -- I see a free flop with J9xx, flop comes JJ9, single suited. I go to war, and lose to a guy with J9Ax when an ace comes on the river. Sigh. Sometimes you want to back off despite flopping the nuts -- this was not one of those times. REBUY!

I got stacked a second time and flamed out of the token. Thought about giving it up, but didn't. Good thing. Won a token on try #2, nearly quadrupled up on one hand of PLO and got back in the game.

Anyway, long story short, I found myself liking the cap PLO game. It seemed to promote more gamble in my opponents, since they could only lose $X per hand.