Made it back to Vegas last night. My luggage didn’t. That was finally delivered about an hour ago, one side release buckle missing. They steal everything in Detroit. One time in LA I had the passenger side turn signal bezel stolen off my 1991 Isuzu Trooper. They cut the wires instead of just pulling out the lightbulb too. What’s the dumbest thing somebody’s ever stolen from you?

I’m still on the fence as to whether I’m going to San Diego this weekend for the $5k in Rincon. I was leaning against it but then realized that motorcycle weather has returned to the southwest. So as I’ve done in years past I got the itch to ride. First thing I did this morning was take the bike in for an oil change. Came home, worked, got called and told that the bike was ready (when they couldn’t look at it til Tuesday at the earliest when I first talked to them). My luggage was delivered shortly after that, good thing too so I can start laundry. It’s been a while since I’ve emptied luggage from one trip into the washer and then folded clothes straight from the dryer back into the same suitcase. I’m kinda looking forward to it.

But I’m definitely looking forward to getting back on two wheels. I feel like riding has become what paddling used to be for me. For the first five years of my adult life, sometime around now I would get that itch to be floating down a river somewhere, living out of a tent, generally getting outside. This lead me to some early season adventures like floating down the Upper Kern in snowfall and hitch-hiking across Colorado Springs in full whitewater gear with 9′ red kayak in a record blizzard.

I miss doing that stuff so much. I totally got my fair share of that kind of stuff on the bike last summer, there is definitely a similar paradigm between the bikers and river guides and hippies and surfers, which is probably why they always hung out at my favorite surf bar, Neptune’s Net at the LA/Ventura County Line on PCH. I can remember sitting there on the benches, warm spring sun beating on my white back, watching a group of bikers utilizing a water balloon launcher to catapult water bombs over the highway and onto the beach where women were sunbathing out of sight. Then my calamari was ready. Or the time at My Brother’s Place in Canon City, CO. First time I ever played naked Photo Hunt. And it was with a river chick that I had a crush on and two biker dudes.

So I guess I’m more the biker dude than I am the river/water guy these days, considering that I’ve put over 25k road miles in the saddle in the last five years vs. like a dozen river miles since 2005. I miss being the river rat, but it’s tough to pull off living in a tent for the summer when you’re supposed to spend seven weeks of June in Vegas. Fortunately motorcycling has enough of a lifestyle in common with being in the woods, unfortunately it doesn’t share similar body types. I miss being in shape.

So, laundry’s getting done, and I think I’ve talked myself into riding my motorcycle to San Diego tomorrow. Stoked.

Peace and good luck,

Devo

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Well the $10k didn’t go well for me. I had an okay day 1, and then just couldn’t do anything on day 2. Chipped up in level 6, did an interview, then chipped down the rest of the day until I got JJ in vs. Steve Levy’s AK and lost and the last 21bbs went in with KK and lost to Faraz’s TT.

I decided to stick around because I wanted to see my sister who was supposed to be coming up from Columbus soon. That left me with not much to do in the meantime, stuck on a boat in the middle of nowhere Indiana. Online poker has been way more entertaining this week. I’ve actually wanted to play. And I’ve done well, winning every session that I put in. I did some live play, but the games aren’t big enough here to really do work in.

My sister finally made it up here on Tuesday. We left the boat to find some food. Turning left onto US highway 50, I said, “Isn’t it crazy that this is the same highway 50 that Grandpa lives off of?” She responds with, “Yeah, we need to talk about that. He died.” Sigh really? Pops was the man. I remember him fondly through all of my childhood but pretty much lost contact with him after my dad died. I re-established contact in March 2008 shortly before my Reno final table, and wrote about it here. The last time I talked to him was on Christmas. I asked him to take Jared and I arrowhead hunting. He wouldn’t because he was “too old”. I asked him if he wanted to talk to anybody there, he said yes, Maxine. She wouldn’t talk to him because she can’t hear well on the phone with her hearing aid, and asked if he would write her a letter. Now he’s dead, I bet he never wrote that letter, and March 2008 was the last time I will ever see him. Makes me sad. Part of me wishes that I never got back in touch with him because it would hurt less now. Sarah’s basically like shrug, no big deal, haven’t seen him in 13 years and I was 9 then. I was close to him though once. I tried to make it happen again. I’m sad.

TV final table in under 2 hours. GL to Chris Bell.

Peace and good luck,

Devo

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The hot springs and mild boozin on St. Patricks Day was a nice day off from poker from me, but the following morning I was up at 9:55 to make it for a 11:30 flight. I was already packed and ready to go, but by the time I got to the airport things started going wrong.

I drove right past the parking entrance. Drive through the terminal, try it again. Success. Park, walk in to check in, and the self checker in-er thing told me to see an agent. Flight at 11:27, it was 10:45. She tells me that I missed my flight. I’m confused. Isn’t it at 11:27? Yes, but you have to check in 45 minutes before. Give me a break, it’s 43 minutes before, I spent the last three fighting with your kiosk. Sorry sir, you’ve missed your flight. No I haven’t, the plane’s still here. You won’t make it through security in time. Try me. If I’m not at the gate, leave. Sir, go to the special needs desk.

FML. The lady says the same thing, I start losing my mind. Apparently it’s new airport policy to not check in domestic flights less than 45 mins prior to departure. Not just Delta. She said that the Cincy airport is the same. Sigh. So dumb. She says that she’s going to look for another flight for me. She does the whole Meet the Parents thing and hammers out about a thousand keystrokes, then says, “I have good news and a little bit of bad news.” I’m listening. A spot just opened up on the 12:30 direct flight. This thing was like twice as expensive when I looked at flights so I opted for the layover in Detroit sacrificing about 2.5 hours of life for $500. The bad news is that I have to charge you a change fee, although you are going to get some credit back saved from the Detroit airport taxes. I’m expecting 1-200, she says $39.40. Bitchin lock it up. What’s the bad news? I have to charge you. But I get there two hours earlier and it’s direct? Yes. So what’s the bad news? Are you checking bags? Yes, one. $25. Sigh why doesn’t Southwest fly to Cincy.

So, after all that, I walk to security, take my time, and clear it at 11:05. Mmmhmm. My boarding pass said 15C, so I went through the C gates security, took the C gates tram, bought a breakfast sandwich with bacon, egg, and cheese on a plain bagel, as well as coffee and OJ, and then went to look for gate 15C. Found 14. Found 16. Hmmm. Try the other side. Hmmm. Walk around. No 15C. Look at boarding pass. Sigh. 15C is my seat. I’m in the D gates.

Back on the tram, back to security, now try to get to the D gates tram. Way easier than expected, just got a funny look from the door guard dude. I pop into the tram through the exit door just before it closes and squeeze into a packed tram. I have wallet, ID, boarding pass, and OJ in one hand, bagel bag and coffee in the other. I’m standing next to this couple and she whispers, “So random…” I laugh and explain that it’s been an interesting morning. At that point I manage to dump the loose contents of my wallet on the ground, basically a dozen random players cards and old hotel room keycards. I spill coffee on myself picking them up. She asks me if I want to grab a pole so I don’t fall over, I say I’m fine, and then I fall over, spilling more coffee. Holy hell I’m a train wreck today. I finally get situated and we end up laughing our asses off at me, good people from Seattle.

As I’m waiting for my plane I get paged. God now what. In approaching the counter I see Billy Kopp. Nice hey bud. He says I heard your name and can’t imagine that there’s many of those around. The counter guy says, “You wanted to switch to an aisle seat?” Huh? I’m in an aisle seat. I show him my boarding pass. He laughs. I don’t know what happened, but I put another lady in your seat. But I got you an aisle seat. Here. He hands me a new boarding pass for seat 14C. Shrug whatever.

Delta was pretty sweet. Interactive touch screen monitors in front of every seat and wi-fi. Southwest doesn’t have that. The flight went fast to Cincy, I read a bunch of “Sex Lives of Cannibals” by J. Maarten Troost, a travel writer who I enjoyed very much while reading “Getting Stoned With Savages.” And the kindle is amazing. Landed, hopped in a cab, came to the Hollywood Casino, the cabbie didn’t know where was going and took me into the parking structure, I basically hand guided him to the hotel front entrance. I went down to play some cash, biggest games were 2-5 nl and 1-3-5 plo, I played both and made about $450 net folding a bunch of hands.

Today I played a mega satellite this morning, ran terribly when it mattered. Flopped top set of kings, lost, get left with 600. Shove and win. Shove A5o, get called by 99, win. Double up with AA. Then 3 limps to my BB at 50-100, I have AQdd and make it 750 like 4k effective, everybody folds to the last limper who calls, flop T87dd, I bet 1k, he hems and haws, makes it 2k, whatever I’m all in, he snaps with J9o, I get there. He bitches about what a bad beat it is. Then things went south fast. At 100-200/25 I had about 10k, dude limps in EP, BB limps, I shove for 18bbs eff with A7dd, get called by KQo, but KQ is really good and obv won. Then got it in AK v AT, he rivers a ten, and I called off the rest blind with the worst hand, flopped him to 7 outs, and lost. Shrug.

I feel really good about this place though and the competition is pretty weak. I’m playing another mega in about an hour and then the main starts tomorrow on Saturday, 5 day event, $10k WPT televised. Sweet.

Peace and good luck,

Devo

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I spent most of Friday recovering. Headed in to play a little cash at night but was just too tired.

Saturday was the $2k. I played really well, built up a nice big stack, went card dead in the stretch, and then got it in on the flop with red sixes on 762dd v Sorel’s 88. 4, 5. At least he went on to chop the damn thing.

We finally fired a Calcutta too. About a dozen gathered around a table on the side during the first break to auction off the 16 remaining players from the $2k the day before. We started with the smallest stack and worked our way up, paying top 3 spots, and the payouts are reflective of the prize pool generated through the auction. The minimum bid is like the blind, and especially when starting with the worst horse first it sets the trend for the rest of the auction.

The first stack was worth like 21k at 1500-3k, minimum bid of $10. Scott Clements takes him. Jason Mercier effectively straddles, making it $20, meaning that every horse after this one would go for more than $20. Fortunately Ben Lamb didn’t decide to gas it yet and we had our first horse sold for $20.

One stack was unknown. We decided to auction it 4th. Justin Young took that horse for $100, all the way to the bubble in 4th place.

I stole Kathy Liebert for $130 a couple of picks later, sneaking in a bid just before the ink hit paper and everybody else was distracted. After about ten picks I had three 15-20 bb stacks for a total investment of $270. This is when things got silly. Keith Fererra was on the block, and he’s a stud, but he only had like 35 bbs. We all knew him so he fetched a steep price, somewhere in the $240 range. Now since that stack went for that much, that made all the bigger stacks behind it more valuable, thus expected to fetch a bigger price. This also significantly increases the value of my horses, since the return on my investment will be greater with the inflated prize pool thanks to Keith being good and middle of the pack stack wise.

The next several picks went in the $200-320 range with similar stacks. Then Scott Seiver, another excellent player popped on the block like 5th in chips. He should have gone for about $400, but Justin knew that Jason wasn’t folding so kept outbidding him into the $500s to gas the prize pool a bit. Scott took 10th.

The rest of the horses all went for over $400, with the chip leader, Prinz Olav Von Sachsen going for $600 to Scott, his only horse. The Prinz had about 30% of the chips in play and went on to take 3rd, earning Scott $108 net from the over $3500 prize pool. Such a grinder.

Sunday was online, and it sucked. Post busto I went out with Tony Gugiano to grab some food and play shuffleboard. I was jonesin for some Capos, but it was closed. They opened another branch up at Sahara and Jones, they would wait for us before closing, so we headed up to check it out. I liked it better than the Trop and Jones location, and that place has been my favorite Italian joint anywhere since I moved to Vegas.

We then headed over to Money Plays for some shuffleboard. Travis Pearson met us, we got beat by some locals 15-14, and then we headed home in time for good sleep before the Wynn $5k.

Monday was day one, We were there for 13 hours, and I was slightly below average, very satisfied with my day. Day two started off well, then the wheels fell off. In one level I played two hands. AK. Both times all the money went in. I went 0-1-1. First time Chris Bjorn, Tony Korfman, and I got it in, Chris and I both having AK. Tony won that one. Next time I open utg, next dude flats, and BB, who was uber tight, calls with like 19bbs. Flop KQxhh, BB bombs like 40% of his stack in a pot sized bet, I just call, the rest goes in on the turn heads up and he also has AK. Better than KQ. Next level I flatted Dan O’Brien’s open and shoved on a squeeze, losing 88 to AK. Got the rest in shoving on Dan on the button with deuces, ran into nines in the BB and Dan’s aces, nines won, turned a straight giving me a live diamond draw. That woulda been fun but instead I came home. And started writing this blog. And now I am done. Goodnight.

Peace and good luck,

Devo

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Monday morning I was up at 5:45 am to drive over to Half Shell and hop on a bus with my brother and a bunch of other dudes headed for Long Beach to get on a Carnival cruise ship.

We drank all the beer on the bus by the time we got there. We stopped along the way to pick up Shawn.

One of the girls had shirts made for everybody, the red ones advertising Half Shell where all the dudes either work or drink regularly. Mike on the left is one of the regulars. The female shirt makers suck at spelling (says “CHAPARON”), but he rocked that shirt all week anyways.

This dude is named Kyoshi. He’s very much Japanese. He sang Billy Jean at Karaoke and brought the house down. That night at the club he asked me how to get the girls to dance with him at the club. I gave him ideas and watched him go.

The first day we spent at sea because it was too windy to make harbor at Avalon. So we did laps of Catalina and got hammed. The following day Gil and I woke up somewhere around 1pm, he hung in the room, and I headed over to the island by myself. I wandered around a bit having my own little adventure, decided that it was finally time to start drinking again, and found them all in the first bar I walked to.

If I lived in Avalon, this guy would get my vote.

We headed down the beach to Luau Larry’s to get Wiki Wacked. This guy told us that this drink will knock us on our ass enough that you’ll like wearing the hats they give you with them. It didn’t take long then for us to resume being the group of people that people like to people watch. Jared had a list of things he needed to do for his birthday, this was one of them.

We call it a corn-dog. I then offered Danny a cruise long bounty on pigeons and seagulls. $20 and $50. I still have yet to have to pay him lifetime, but always get a good show.

We made it back on the boat, being the last shoreboat returning, when we arrived we heard the Italian Captain asking on the radio if “Jared Patterson” was on the shoreboat. LOL. Yeah he’s a little sandy though. That dinner he decided to cross another item off his list:

That night was another shit show, and that morning we woke up in Ensanada. Very happy to be there Gil and I went on our adventure to find the guys.

We wandered about a bit, had an adventure with this guy named Jorge who walked us downtown in exchange for a teep. Gil and I got some tacos, had a couple cervezas, and then wandered around a bit. I had to poop but decided not to do it at the taco shop because the toilet was clogged and I didn’t want to be that guy that shits on the clogged toilet in the public restroom. We walked a couple of blocks off the main white people area and found where all the Mariachi Union staging area. Seriously like thirty of them hanging around. We then found a billiard hall, walked in and it was definitely third world, ordered a couple of beers, got a rack of balls, and then Gil says, “Where are the pockets?”

There was about 15 tables in the joint, and 11 of them were Carom tables with the guys playing Three Cushion billiards. I’ve only seen that game played once in Detroit and could not remember how to play, and I wasn’t feeling adventurous enough to try and figure out how. My Spanish has gotten significantly worse in the 10 years since I lived there and dreamt in Spanish.

So I still gotta take a shit. I remember this after whiffing the cue ball on the break after winning the lag, see the “Hombres bano” behind me, and walk in only finding a built into the tile work on the wall urinal trough. Uhh. There’s a sink. Turn around, see another room across the hall, with a toilet, door with functional lock, and no sink. OK. The back pot lid is missing, and the seat is not attached to the toilet. There’s a water spicket running along the wall positioned above the open back pot for some reason. I poop. There’s no toilet paper. No sink. Fuck my life. I pull up my jeans, do the John Wayne waddle out to Gil who’s fortunately at the nearest table, collect the cocktail napkins from our two beers, waddle back and wipe. Flush. Didn’t get the job done. Flush again. No flush this time. Wait. Flush. Fail. Look in back pot. It’s bone dry. I turn on the spicket. Wait. Flush. Success.

I beat Gil at a game of 8 ball, lost a game of 9 ball, and then we continued walking. Turns out we were in the Bilares district of something because we walked past two other halls, and then headed back to tourist land. We heard about a $20 all you can drink place and decided to just post up there. We found them. It was $20 all you can drink of whatever you want. They had a head start on us, but we caught up quick.

Jared proposed to the guy on the right side of the pic the first day on the boat. Then we saw them everywhere. While we were hanging out on the balcony street vendors tried to sell us things. Jared ordered 6 of these silly little like friendship bracelet things with custom names and colors for all of us. They made em, we dropped money off the balcony, everybody was happy.

Danny the Degenerate F***.

I don’t remember taking these pics, but I’m really glad that I did.

The rest of the day was a blur, we stayed up late, got woken up early, hopped back on the bus, and returned to Vegas. I’m off to the Wynn. I have some extra hangover if any of y’all would like some.

Peace and good luck,

Devo

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LOL. It’s really all I can do as I sit here thinking about what I’m going to write about. There’s plenty of content, I finished 2nd in a $1k at the Wynn, I hired Danny Eggelhoff to shoot video for a MTV thing, I took a bus to LA, and now I’m laying in my bed ish on a Carnival cruise ship somewhere in the Pacific between Long Beach, Catalina, and Ensanada.

So I’ll start with the beginning. A few weeks ago I was contacted by Annie Duke and my agent Katie about a MTV opportunity. This dude Andrew Jenks is making a series of mini-documentaries covering the lives of normal people with random jobs. He’s gonna follow them around for 8 days, make a show, and it’s going to be on MTV. He’s covering people like a rapper, a soldier in Afganastan, and he wants to cover a poker player.

I spoke with Claresa the casting director, she liked me, asked me to submit a video, and sent directions. They were super intensive. They called for an interview 20-40 min in legnth and for a video showing what a day in my life is like. I’ve shot and edited video before, and I used to be a sound guy, but that was like eight years ago and I don’t know anything about software now. Nor did I have the time to shoot video, and it’s hard to shoot video of yourself by yourself. Shelley woulda done it, but I decided to hire Danny Eggelhoff instead mostly because I wouldn’t have time to edit and also because he’s the man.

So Friday, after planning to shoot this video on Saturday, I entered the $1k NLHE event at the Wynn. I had played the $500s all week, have been super happy with my play in the last two weeks, yet didn’t have any results to show other than a mega satellite cash for the cash in pocket and a min-cash in the first $500 nlhe. I took like 110th in the LAPC main when 72 paid, I took 30th in a $500 nlhe at the Wynn when 24 paid, and I never had a chance in the $500 O8 tourney. I’ve been experimenting with a laggier style, love it, and have built huge stacks in every NLHE event I’ve played during this experiment.

The $1k went just as well, with me being amongst the chip leaders the entire tournament except for a few hours here and there, and I made day 2 with 14 left like 3rd or 4th in chips. It was great timing to shoot a video, since making a final table live is such a rare occasion, and I was stoked going into day 2.

I got some cards early and built my stack to like 260k of 1.59m in play with like 12 left after the first two levels, and then couldn’t do much of anything for a while. We hit the final table and I remained stagnant until we got 4 handed when I built the stack to almost 500k. I then doubled the shortie twice; the first time he shoved UTG for 4bbs and I re-shoved AQo in the SB, he had QQ and won, nice hand. The next orbit I opened my button with A6o, he called with 8bbs in the BB, flop QT3ss he checks, I move him in for a pot sized bet, and he goes into the tank. He takes like 45 seconds and finally calls with J3o and calls. Sigh nice hand. I min-raised pre + one chip, he said that my smaller raise size (I went from 2800 to 2500 at 6-12 because of his stack size) scared him, but he still decided to see a flop with J3o, flopped a pair, and still almost folded.

We got 3 handed with me pretty short at 275k, and then I went on a shoving spree, ending the level with 375k. We climbed to 8-16/2k, and I opened the button with AQo. Flop A26r, short stack villain in the BB check calls, turn a 4, he check shoves and I snap, beating A8o. He gets the rest in next hand on his sb with 26o v my blind call J6o in the BB, I win, we’re heads up. We’re pretty close to even, I battle for a while building my stack to almost 1m at one point, and then the last hand before break we play this one.

He limps the button, I like 3.5x the bb with A8s, he calls. Flop 932r, I check, he bets small, I check raise to 191k like 620 effective, he shoves on me. Whoops. We go on break, come back, my button at 15-30k, I open 62dd, he calls, flop AT8r, he checks, I bet, he calls, turn a J, he checks, I bomb the turn, he shoves. Whoops. Next hand I have like 450k now in the bb, he opens, I shove A4o, he snaps with AQo, and I lose yet another tournament heads up. Sigh, but getting a decent finish finally feels good, $32.9k cash for a $1k isn’t bad.

The next day I played online, built a ton of stacks, had some great opportunities, never cashed big or good, and I think I made a few bucks but ended up disappointed.

I went to bed early, didn’t fall asleep til 4am, and had to be up at 5:30am to drive over to Half Shell to get on a bus and go to Long Beach. 12 of us dudes eventually made it on the bus headed to LBC to get on a cruise ship for my brother’s birthday. We picked up Danny’s brother Shaun on the way, boozed it up the entire way, got on the boat, boozed it up more, and the rest of the night is a blur.

I woke up today expecting to be in Avalon harbor in Catalina not knowing what time it was. I looked out the windown and saw wall since I’m in an interior cabin, which is pretty sweet because that means sunlight can’t wake me up. Gil wan’t around. Just me. It’s 1:30pm. They must be on the island. A paper slips under my door, and it tells me due to wind and swells they can’t dock in Avalon. K. Go upstairs, find Danny, go exploring, play air hockey (again apparently since I had tokens in my pocket), oh by the way I looked in my wallet and found one dollar. I definitely came with more than that. We eventually found everybody else at the casino bar, went into a room to drink smuggled Jaeger bombs, and returned to the casino. I played some $1-2 nlhe on the PokerPro machines, I remembered being pissed about the $7 max rake and asking for a break on the rake playing short handed. I had about $200 more in my account than I expected. No clue how that happened.

Until I started talking to people in the game and they informed me that I was on another planet last night. Yeah no shit what happened? One story I got was this: a guy raised or re-raised to over $100, I just called with 63o, said, “This is how a pro plays this hand,” flopped a straight, and stacked a dude with tens or jacks. Don’t remember that. Turns out I played blackjack for like $100 a hand and broke even, then lost all my money playing roulette because a bunch of black numbers came in a row and damnit a red one is gonna come soon and Mr. Martingale came up with a theory a long time ago that fucked me broke last night.

This afternoon Jared and I entered a slot tournament for $20. We also side bet $20 on high score. We played like the last qualification round, Jared almost did it, whiffed by like 100 points, but was so animated that by the end of our 5 minute qualifying round there was a crowd gathered. Put a tent around the kid and sell tickets. We also entered a blackjack tournament and I didnt’ qualify, and played some more poker and won about a hundo.

Avalon tomorrow and Ensanada the next day apparently, then dock on Friday and take the bus back to Vegas.

Peace and good luck,

Devo

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Sunday night after busting from the LAPC main, as is usually the case, I just wanted to get the hell out of Dodge. I drove home, packed, drove across the desert, and went straight to ol G Smith’s place. We had a few cocktails waiting for Fuller and Ships to show up, and then we headed over to Porchlight. I challenged Rick to a game of Big Bank Takes Little Bank. Basically two or more players put an agreed upon amount into identical machines, play an identical number of hands or spins at the same bet size, and then whoever has the biggest ticket at the end of the frequencies wins all tickets.

Rick decided to twist the rules, and Gavin said, “Whatever it is, I’m in.” The new game ended up being big bank meets tournament blackjack. We each stuck $20 in the machine and anted $20 for a side pot. We played 10 hands of $1 min bet blackjack. We drew for machines and a button, the button moved to the left every hand, and player on the button had to declare bets and then play first. You could bet from $1-10, but if you won you could let it ride. Obv doubling and splitting played. At the end of the 7th hand, whoever had the smallest pile had to quit, adding their bankroll to the prize pool. We played long enough that by the time we left we needed sunglasses.

That prevented me from playing the $545 at noon, since bedtime came somewhere around 7:30. I made it down there though by about 6:30pm intent on playing some 5-10. The game was ridiculous, not a single good spot anywhere. Turns out they’re running $225 2nd chance tourneys, I don’t want to go home, so I decide to play. Take 12th, 9 pay. QQ

The following day I played the $545 nooner. I have been working on my game a bit, dabbling with laggishness, and had a real fun time with it as I ran 10k into 40 by the first break and 70 by the 2nd. I had it up to 100, moved to another table, spewed off 60k on my way to the dinner break, doubled after KK>AQ, and made the money at 18 with an average stack. Few hands later this old dude opens to 20k at 1500-3000/500. I shove for 75k with kings, he calls with 77, and makes a running flush. GG me.

Wednesday was the O8 tourney. I never had a chance. Went home in time to play online, that didn’t go well after a couple of deep runs.

Thursday I headed in for another $545 NLHE, didn’t play very well, and busted 30th with 24 paying. Sigh.

Lotsa poker this weekend, and then Monday morning myself, Jared, and 16 other dudes are headed to Long Beach on a party bus to get on a cruise ship bound for Baja. It is Jared’s birthday week after all.

Peace and good luck,

Devo

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