Res Ipsa Poker

Yay! Something different!

I can hear you now. Your most sarcastic voice. "What, no bad beat stories this time?"

Um, about that ...

Yes.

So anyway I found way to bust out of a tournament that I hadn't experienced in a while. Death by blinding. I finished 6th in the Riverchasers for another thoroughly irrelevant cash. The Tournament of Champions remains out of reach and I'm once again really, really tired.

With 7 left, I was in decent position, in more or less a tie for 3rd in chips. I'm going from memory here, but I want to say I had like a 24k stack with 600/1200/125 blinds. Not big, but not in any immediate danger.

And then I didn't couldn't play a hand for about 45 minutes.

Almost every hand was raised preflop. Almost every hand I had something with a 3 kicker. I've never seen so many 53o and Q3o hands in my life. It got so bad that I considered trying to steal from UTG with J2s. Madness. Pathetic.

Sucko's buddies relentlessly stole my blinds and I found nothing I could come over the top with. I mean it wasn't close. I guess I could have called an all-in the one time I had an ace (A7o) in the big blind, but isn't that just foolish?

Despite expanding my range as things developed to the point where I would have shoved with any ace, any king with better than a 5 kicker, any two cards 9 or higher, any pair, any sooted cards, any connectors or one gappers, I still had no chance. About 20 hands in a row didn't meet any of those criteria.

Sigh.

So when I finally got two face cards and ran them straight into a blind's Aces, I didn't really mind all that much. Like getting your head chopped off after a month of water torture.

Back later to "pimp" tonight's dollar Donkament.