I Took a Shot

Steve and I do indeed go to Blackhawk. They start a second 30-60 game shortly after my arrival, I’m quickly up $1500, and then start going down a hill that gets steeper and steeper until I’m steamed and we quit early stuck $1500. The girls are at a house party one block away from our house and that sounds way more fun than this. We purchase 50 chicken nuggets from McDonalds for the ride home and talk about how much snow we’re going to get tomorrow.

This house is lived in by Garret and Diane, high school sweethearts who are now married and still throwing keggers for Summit County kids. It was a neat crowd, late 20s-30s, and after the girls left a jam session broke out which I was invited to join. Hell I live a block away and quickly retrieved my guitar, mandolin, djembe, and a couple harmonicas. Four hours later I made it home completely stoked after a great time and was jonesin to play some mixed games.

Nothing was going anywhere. It was 4:45am Mountain Time. My choices were 4-8 or 400-800 8-game. The biggest I have ever played is 150-300 O/E or 25-50 PLO. Allen Kessler said about that O/E game, “It’s impossible for a good player to put in a significant session in that game and come out a loser.” He won some money and then quit it to play a $1k mega-satellite, I played for almost 30 hours that week and lost $10k that I borrowed from Jimmy Fricke. And the 25-50 games that I took a shot at I lost my ass in too, twice I got it in with top set three ways vs two similar wraps and didn’t win either of those $15k pots. Even got my ass handed to me at high stakes hearts. Such is my history with taking shots, but tonight $4-8 was just too small.

I sat at $400-800 8-game early in the Razz rotation, bought in for $10k, and intended on giving it a one pot shot, a terrible idea but where this train was headed. I anted a bunch and brought it in once down to $9100 (7 hands) and then I was dealt (63)2 in Razz. An 8 completed, then a 5 raised, and I’m next. I should have re-raised here but I was scared shitless cause I’m playing Jet-Ski/Motorcycle stakes and really don’t want to get stuck on a monkey 4th street so called instead. Totally proper in a tournament where stacks are limited but slightly less +cEV than 3-betting. The 8 calls and we see 4th street. I catch awesome with a 4, the 5 gets a 9 and the 8 catches a deuce. I bet, call, call. 5th street is a king, deuce to the 5-9, and a king to the 8-2. Nine-five bets, we both call. 6th street, seven! We made a seven in razz and there’s a lot of fucking money in the pot! Jack to the 5-9-2, ace to the 8-2-K. We bet, they both call. We pair our four on 7th, bet when checked to, and they both fold.

badbeatninja collected $9097 from pot
badbeatninja: doesn’t show hand

F’n a cotton, that’s the biggest cash game pot I’ve ever won (I’ve lost 3 others bigger lifetime). I should quit now. But now we’re playing stud high, and I’m pretty good at that game.

I folded six or seven hands in a row and then was dealt split jacks. A four brought it in and a 9 completed. I raised my (J2)J and we saw 4th heads up. He caught a 6 and I a 7 and he called my bet. Fifth brought him an ace and me a ten, he bet, and it’s really hard to make a pair so I call. 6th street most likely didn’t change anything with his trey and my 5, he bet and I called. I made jacks up on 7th which may or may not have been necessary, he bets I call and beat nines up that he made on 4th.

Holy shit I’m up $9k!

Very next hand it’s stud8 and we have (5A)6. A deuce brings it in, a 6 completes, I re-complete, the bring-in makes it 3-bets, the 6 folds, and I call. Fourth gives us an 8, him a lovely ten and he check calls. Fifth is money, he makes an open pair of deuces and we complete our low with a 4, essentially free-rolling. He check-calls. We make a pair of fives on 6th while he catches a 4, calls our bet, and then calls again on 7th after we make trip fives for the scoop, beating fours-up made on 6th street.

Seat 3: badbeatninja ($23791 in chips)

Hell yeah! I folded every third street and 100-200 NLHE hand until my big blind and quit up $13k, won another dime playing $10-20 Badugi, and decided to go to sleep as the sun was just beginning to illuminate Chief Mountain.

Saturday I was hungover. And $20k richer than the morning prior. Damn this year feels good. I took it easy during the day Saturday and then finally motivated myself to get out to Johnny’s cause I wanted pizza. The 15 minute walk each direction has to count as some sort of exercise too. Watch out for snow banks on the way home, but they’re way softer than concrete.

Sunday was a big day online climaxed by the UBOC $2k high-rollers event. I got in for just under $5k playing the early schedule, took 3rd in the Badugi and made a deep run in the Brawl to only lose $1k on the day. Fortunately my horse made a deep run in the Sunday Million and made me more than I lost and I celebrated by playing pool and singing karaoke at Johnny’s.

I think I’m a lifetime loser on Mondays even though I have my biggest online cash in the Monday $1k. I was in a good habit of taking them off for a while but haven’t out here and have been rewarded by losing every Monday that I’ve played. Tonight was no exception and I got it in good about 75% of the time and won about 25% of those hands. Once again though Mr. Tepen came to the rescue, finishing 6th in the UBOC $50k mixed event for a small score, clearing makeup for his third day in a row. Sicko.

Today I woke up eager to ski for the first time in a week. I’ve been sick and sore lately and working pretty hard but it felt really good to get out there for a few hours today. I came home, made a sandwich, took a bath, and am about to start the nightly schedule including the UBOC event 21, a $50k guaranteed HAamant hosted by yours truly.

Peace and good luck,

Devo

Devo the Grinder

Wednesday morning I woke up pretty sore and set out intending to be productive. I worked a bit in the morning, then went to the Butterhorn for a smörgåsbord of a breakfast. Crossiant, coffee, OJ, water, french toast, eggs, and bacon. I usually only have half of these personal buffets but it all went down the chute today. Went to the market for groceries, and then finally got fed up with the road noise produced by my FM transmitter for the iPod. It’s been driving me nuts lately and screw it I’ll pay a few hundred bucks for a new head unit with a 1/8″ AUX input. I find the local chop shop custom car place over in Silverthorne and head over not sure what to expect.

I say that I want a remote starter and a new stereo-ish that’ll make it easy for running my iPod. But my truck is old and will be replaced soon so I don’t want to sink too much money into the thing.

“Oh it’s easy to transfer equipment from this truck to your new truck.” Well in that case start at the top and work down. I really thought I might be leaving the place a few thousand poorer with that piece of information. Sound systems were a hobby in high school and I’ve always wanted a kick ass one, now I have the opportunity to do so and it’ll even move to the new truck with me. I wanted a remote starter, new head unit, speakers, an amp, and 1 10″ sub. Turns out the remotes are a pain to switch so I passed on that and a 10″ sub wouldn’t fit under my back seat and 8″ is too small. So they only got me for a sick head unit and 4 new speakers and the rest I can do later.

Back home, shovel over a foot of snow off my walkway, bring in the groceries, and finish in time to play the daytime UBOC. I lasted about fifteen minutes. Chilled out for a few hours, fired the evening schedule, and didn’t have anything exciting happen until I got to Johnny’s for ladies night. My horse finished 2nd in a turbo for a few dimes, hooray. Sick bastard tweets that his final table win streak is over, apparently in his last six final tables he won five and finished 2nd in this one. Sweet. I walk home intent on skiing the next day, end up two tabling 100-200 8-game until 3:30am winning some bucks, and finally hit the rack.

Wake up sore the next day. I very lazily get going because it’s another powder day and I want to get up but gosh am I sore. Takes me an hour, some coffee, cereal, and a banana to shake off the haze and I finally get rolling toward Breckenridge. It’s a perfect bluebird day and I’m excited for a relaxed time on the mountain, but I arrive to two full parking lots. Sigh. Crowds are the anti-relaxant to me. I drive around a bit trying to find some sneak route to the slopes and fail, eventually giving up and driving back home. I’ll have a lazy day at home.

I do, fire the evening schedule at 5pm, run terribly, and am two tabling in no time. I passed on the 9pm EST tournaments because I was running poorly and getting frustrated. One of those two tables was the $75k that I somehow didn’t bust until 4th place for $6800. I was significantly card dead the whole way and am quite proud of what I turned it into, turning nothing into winners way more than I usually do. I’m making a video on it today for PokerVT, should have some fun hands to talk about.

Taking today off from online poker, may head up to Blackhawk with Steve or back up to Vail for Bill and company’s last night in town.

Peace and good luck,

Devo

MLK Weekend in the Mountains

Drove down the hill Friday afternoon after an extremely productive day domestically. Why I did a bunch of shit around the house hours before two women showed up is beyond me. I clearly must be under some spell. Both flights were delayed and Sarah arrived first. There was enough of a gap for us to have a beer while we waited for Cory. Neither checked bags, hooray I love these girls. We hit the road, both were hungry, and Cory was craving pizza from Johnny’s, 90 minutes of driving and a mile walk away. We had a good ol night and it’s nice having loved ones around.

Saturday was taken slow at first until we decided that we were going to bus down to Breckenridge for the closing day of the Ullr Fest and the Chilly Chili Cookoff. Guitar Hero ran overtime so we missed the bus we intended to catch. Oh noes, we have to have a beer at Johnny’s. We catch the next free bus half an hour later, hear from Missy that they’re at Jake’s watching the game, and we never make it to the Chili fest.

After the game we seek food, hoping for Italian but settling for Mexican due to the insane holiday crowds. Post dinner I’m wiped and not looking forward to a crazy night. Turns out my guests are wiped too and just want a movie night. Fantastic. I love these girls. Missed out on a good party in Breck but any party you’re not in the mood for is a bad party.

Woke up Sunday morning to blue skies and decided to go skiing. Sarah hadn’t been up since Dad took her something like 14 years ago. We got her some skis rented and headed toward Loveland Pass, unsure if we were going to ski Keystone or A-Basin. Keystone looked slightly more crowded than last weekend so I opted for A-Basin which was a mistake because it somehow was the most crowded I’ve ever seen it. Plus it was in the clouds, windy, and icy because much of the mountain is above treeline and vulnerable to wind. I did one run with Sarah, she did fine and was complaining about her feet hurting, I can’t help you there and can’t deal with complaining so you’re on your own kid. I talk Cory into heading up since there’s no lines there and I can’t deal with these lines, she accepts, we do one run and can’t see anything. I’m done shortly after 1pm, find Sarah at the bar cause she’s done too, and we head home early.

Bill invites us up to their place in Beaver Creek and we accept. This house, owned by one of his buddies’ parents, was absolutely absurd (on the awesome side). They were all watching the game downstairs, which took us two minutes to find, cause they were in a TV cave down two flights of stairs and a hundred steps from the front door. The wall was one huge screen with two regular screens each on the left and right. They were just using the regular one. The drink of choice was a 1999 Pinot Noir from somewhere that was delicious and apparently very much in stock. Their wine collection was insane, over 3k bottles methinks.

I played the UBOC event #3, a $300+20 ultra-turbo, exactly the speed I need to be playing on a day like today. I one tabled the thing, beat KK with KT, and ran that all the way to 17th place for $1300 or so. Joined everybody else in the hot tub overlooking a golf course and Beaver Creek. We all went out do dinner and then the girls and I left for Frisco.

They flew out of DEN at 3pm so I figured leaving by 11:30 would be plenty of time. 90 minutes to the airport from Frisco but it’s snowing. They’re not checking bags. Should be fine. It takes us 90 minutes to go 14 miles to the Eisenhower Tunnel. Since it was a holiday weekend Monday is like Sunday when Denver heads home to drive desks for the week. Except it was a gnarly one cause it was a holiday weekend. It was insane I go so nuts in lines where there shouldn’t be lines. We made it 30 minutes before Cory’s flight and she caught it no problem.

The drive home was fine, traffic at the Tunnel was literally stopped going to Denver and I heard reports of it taking some people 3-4 hours to get to the Tunnel from Frisco. Ugh nasty. I made it home in time to play UBOC’s online and shouldn’t have cause I got my ass handed to me in nasty fashion. It was one of those days full of bubbles and bad beats without a single cash to show for it.

It continued to snow all night and I woke up Tuesday morning to twelve inches on my driveway (and truck). Vail was reporting 16 and Breck 26, Bill was at Vail and Breck was windy so I decided to drive to Vail. After cresting the pass the clouds broke over Eagle county and I hit the chair shortly after 9, running about ten minutes behind Bill and company. They never slowed down long enough to let me catch up or gave me a spot to meet, my phone was dying, so I picked a lunch spot in the village because I wanted to get my skis waxed and fix my goggle fogging problem. Took care of all that, took off a layer, they brought lunch so kept charging, and i was back at it around noon thirty.

Blue Sky Basin is one of the back bowls at Vail and absolutely amazing. It was closed Monday due to wind that blew apart one of the comm lines which then tangled up with the lift. Or something like that. It hadn’t been open since Sunday and was sitting there with 19 inches of fresh powder. Everybody expected it to open at 10am and it didn’t, creating some messy lines on the backside. While I was making my way to the top I got a hold of Bill who would wait for me there and then they opened Blue Sky. Awesome. I met them and they informed me that they were too tired. They’re done. 19 inches of untouched pow at 1pm and you’re passing? Bums. Nice riding with you. I made my way back there, jumped in the singles line and was looking at Mt. Holy Cross in no time.

I got four runs in before they closed the life at the normal closing time (2:30), and the middle two were the best that I’ve had all season, possibly lifetime. First tracks through 19 inches in a perfectly spread, perfectly pitched aspen/pine glade with the occasional cliff to jump off. It was incredible, well worth the trip just for those two runs.

I had some pasta at the Frisco Depot that was just what it should be on the way home, took a bath letting sore muscles soak in hot water, and was ready to go online by 5pm. Made some decent runs, best finish being 8th in the 40k that was whatever. Got sucked out on when it mattered but hit two three outers on the way to stay alive. Also made my 2nd UBOC cash in the 100k, grinding my way to a min cash that I feel fine about. I booked a small win as did my horse, so overall a pretty dang good day.

Peace and good luck,

Devo

Sicko

I was sick this week. Not the super miserable kind but the kind that keeps you at home because you feel miserable. Tuesday it was all in my nose. I sneezed over a hundred times and ripped through a box of Kleenex. After finding my ID I was pretty stoked so decided to work a bit. Played well but ran poorly, losing about $1500. I didn’t leave the house at all Tuesday.

Wednesday I was feeling decent, sickness still in my nose but not as bad, except today I had a sore throat. I worked the day schedule, losing in tournaments and winning in cash, basically breaking even. The girls said they were coming over for ladies night and I motivated myself to leave the house. Jack’s always been good for sore throats.

It’s been great getting to know these girls. Jared and I met Missy and Jenny our first week here at ladies’ night at JohnnyG’s. Since both the bartenders were girls and I was paying for my drinks and they knew me, it was a rare occurrence where I got my drinks before the pretty girls. I ended up standing next to Jenny, got my drinks first, ordered her a shot, and then we met Missy. She asked Jenny what she was shooting (Jaegerbombs), then said “goodbye” after the response. We met the rest of their friends, had a great time, and then they informed us that they were crashing at our place. Sure no problem.

Jared had mentioned that they had to be lesbian lovers, I disagreed but by the end of the night I was convinced that he was right. Jenny and Missy came over, Jenny was smashed and passed out on the couch, the rest of us had a jam session upstairs. That night I tweeted, “I’m listening to a lesbian couple have a fight on my couch.” About a week later Jenny invited me out, I hung with her and six friends, and they were all lesbian. All were good at drinking, darts, laughter, and a lack of drama. I had a fantastic time. If I needed a wingman, I’d pick any one of them. Then Christmas happened, Cory and I happened, and we were back here before New Years. I invited them over for a BBQ, Jenny came, and her and Cory got to talking. Jenny said she wanted to find a boy. I ask her what about Missy? Turns out she’s not lesbian and they get that all the time.

Anyways, they showed up. It was their friend Lindsey’s birthday, she was on another planet and constantly fretting about her boyfriend. Met Van and Stan. I asked her what her story was. She said, “Well, I moved out here 24 years ago for the winter, met him, and never left.” Awesome. They had fantastic countenances and I feel like 24 years in a place like this will do that to you. Met Erin, a girl that Missy met playing hockey. Ice hockey. We played darts, closed the place down, went home and repeated the initial night. Great time.

The next morning I felt like hell. The illness wasn’t quite gone and now I’m hungover with the beer farts. Bill Cosby says something about this is what we call a good time. Hell yeah it was a good time. The beginning and middle were amazing. I spent the entire day working. I did a review of my turbo win last week and then shot 1hr 4 tabling $2-4 LHE for PokerVT. I’m happy with how they came out. I played the evening schedule and booked a $3k winner, but I totally punted the $75k final table.

7 players left, $2k+ for 7th, $18.5k for 1st, top 5 are all really close in chips and we’re in the middle, two stacks that are next to be in the blinds are at 10bbs. At 3k-6k/something the button opens to 14k, SB calls, I squeeze to 48.5k with T5o. I’m not expecting the button who has 250k and barely covers me to flat. I was wrong, he calls. SB folds. Flop AsXsXx. Perfect, they usually have like 99-JJ when they flat here, but rarely QQ and never KK+ or AK. I bet 25k of 205 effective, he makes it 55k, there’s no way he has AA or AK and might fold AQ and will fold all smaller pairs so I’m all in. I was wrong and he snapped with AK.

Oops.

Good news though for the day, I renewed my deal with UB for two more years. Very stoked about that. Good to book another winning week, however my glorious spew cost me about $5k in equity. Knee’s been strong, hand hurts still. Cory and my sister Sarah are here this weekend and that’s going to be great, Bill arrives tonight too and will be here for the week so I’m sure I’ll see him a bit. Then I think I’m going to go to the WSOPC main down in Oklahoma on the 23rd and use that to knock out 3 of my 13 remaining states by heading to Nashville via Arkansas. Then I fly to LAX on Feb 4th for Cory and the LAPC.

It’s gonna be a good year.

Peace and good luck,

Devo

Work, Ski, Play, Work, Ski, Play

We didn’t take 7th or better and concluded the first week of the year up $18k. Awesome. Friday night I went over to the girls’ place had a good time, and was invited to go to Keystone with them the following morning. I’m not too keen on going up on Saturday since most of the Front Range shows up too. I’m taking the day off anyways so will focus on the hanging with new friends rather than the skiing, do some sloping instead.

I admit I had a pretty bad attitude when we had to park in the far away lot. Especially when we had to wait to get on a shuttle. But then with each wipeout witnessed from the chair my mood increased. Usually I only get one good crash show a day, today I got two on my first chair. We averaged one yard sale per chair and the lines weren’t thaat bad. Plus in the middle of the day we hiked out into the back bowls and caught an epic run through the Tele Trees, lots of deep, clean snow days after our last storm.

After skiing we went to some Mexican place for happy hour and football, way to go Seahawks, and then I took a few hours off for dinner, shower, and relax. We were meeting back up at the Snake River Saloon in Keystone around 9pm for some local jam band. I decided to check out the free bus system and drove over to the Frisco Transportation Center in time for the 8:30 bus to the Silverthorne Transportation Center for the 8:45 bus to Keystone.

Right on schedule we left STC headed for Keystone. It’s like 5 miles up the hill so I expected to be there by 9 easily and then we started taking detours through neighborhoods. Half an hour later I was 3 miles down the road and the girls wanted to know where I was. Turns out they were leaving from where the bus was about to stop right then so I got off at the next stop and into their car. Nice. Kidnapped from a bus by one straight chick and three lesbians.

We had an awesome time at the Snake and then left to go across the street to the Goat. When we walked in the doorman asked for ID’s and $5 cover. One of the girls whined, “Aww, $5 cover again?” The guy flipped out. I hear this shit every night. If you don’t like it go to the Snake. Blah blah blah cuss cuss cuss acted like an ass. Jen’s like F this guy and this place, I agree, and three of five of us are outta here. The other two are going in, she says something like you don’t have to be such an ass, and he kicks them out too.

We went to a local’s joint, far superior, and had a good rest of the night. F that guy indeed.

Sunday I planned on working all day. I did. Made some good runs and came up winners about $500, pretty disappointing considering the multiple 5 and 6 digit scores I fell short of. But a winner on Sunday is an above average day indeed.

Since it had been snowing all day and all the tourists left that night, I was pretty stoked for a powder day on Monday. I woke up not feeling so hot so took my time getting going and eventually made it to Breck with Jen (straight girl) and Joe (new roomie with the girls). It was cold that day. Jen lasted 2 runs before retiring to the bar and Joe was similar. I spent about an hour out there by myself and did a couple runs through the terrain park for the first time this year. I hit a bunch and all too slow, landing just shy of the downslope most jumps. This is way harder on my knee but between the slow snow and my nitty speed checks I never gave myself enough speed to clear the dang things. Kid’s getting old.

We went to another Mexican joint afterwards where a friend was working for happy hour. Good times, I got whipped by the tired stick and wanted to get home, and eventually got sick later that night.

Woke up the following morning feeling just as crappy. I went to the natural foods place looking for drugs, they didn’t have any. Wal-mart did though, but they wanted to see my ID before selling me Advil Cold and Sinus. That I didn’t have. Nor did I know where it is. Now I’m sick, missing my ID, and can’t get the drugs to fix my sinuses. Plus it’s five outside. FML.

The night before I was trying to scan some documents and failed to get the printer/scanner working due to a “missing driver”. I deemed the problem to lie in my USB cable that had been sitting on the electric heater for an undetermined period of time, charred to a crisp. Armed with a new cable I resumed my task, pleased to discover that the cable was in fact bad and successfully printing a test page. Double click scan, get the same missing driver error. Go nuts. Break things. Not really but felt that way. Finally find the right program and driver, scan the documents, and see a digital image of my ID on my monitor. Ah ha!

Things are looking up.

Peace and good luck,

Devo

Best First Week Ever

Being that ladies’ night at Johnny’s is Wednesday I worked the early schedule. I had some almosts in tourneys and a good day in cash to break even. Finished in time to walk to main street, have sushi, and be sitting at the bar in Johnny’s half an hour after they started giving the booze away to the ladies.

These Wednesdays crack me up. This usually sleepy little bar becomes the busiest joint in Summit County. I was joined by Steve from upstairs and Matt, then by the lesbians. Turns out they’re not together, and only one is a lesbian. So now the lesbians are one straight chick with a lot of lesbian friends, and all are still awesome. Stoked to have them as friends. We played darts and drank beer and sometime around 1:30 I decided I was done and walked home. Apparently I decided to take a shortcut over the river and through the woods, and judging by the two feet deep tracks still in the snow outside my door I chose my route poorly. I then made another poor decision and decided to play 100-200 8-game. A bunch of poor decisions and a little bit of run good strung together made me a $2k winner in one round of games though.

Thursday I woke up with the obvious hangover and a jonesin’ to go ski. But my head hurt and the bed sure was comfortable. I finally hit the road around 11am heading for Vail due to the wind forecast and had an excellent few hours on the slopes. That place is huge, over 5500 skiable acres, and I spent the afternoon going places I hadn’t been to before.

At home I started cooking lunch, a grilled chicken club sandwich. I cooked the bacon and bread too fast though so had a BL sandwich first and then a grilled chicken breast after. Feeling good I started the evening session. I had like half an hour to kill before the tournaments started so played some 20-40 8 game and won a dime. Good start.

I just wouldn’t bust in tournaments. I was playing great and running above average. After 7 hours and 13 events I had cashed in 6 for over $13k. I won the $109 turbo for $9100, 4th in the 100r for $3800, bubbled the UB $20k final table, and had 3 other small cashes. Also won another nickel playing $1-2 NL on UB. Matt and Steve were having a bonfire outside my window when I won the belt, heard me cheer when I won and they cheered back. Fun times. They had a pretty good day too, Matt hearing that he landed a $30k contract and Steve enjoying the rise in the market this year. I talked them into going to Johnny’s to celebrate and we did.

Wasn’t sure what I was going to do when I woke up this morning. I didn’t want to ski and I didn’t want to take it off, I did want to work, and since that’s pretty rare and everybody good at online poker is in the Bahamas I’m working today. I played the day schedule and am now 1 tabling, am 75/195, and need 7th or better to win money today. I was up $20k this week going into today though so can’t complain about a $2k dinger today.

Party at the 1 straight chick and a bunch of lesbian’s place tonight.

Peace and good luck,

Devo

Vacation’s Over: A New Routine

New Year’s Eve was perfect. Band at Johnny’s was awesome. Crowd was perfect. Walked home in below zero temperatures under a beautiful night sky.

New Year’s Day was just like it is supposed to be. We cooked biscuits and gravy, bacon, and coffee downstairs while Steve made eggs and mimosas upstairs. He finally retrieved his stuff from San Diego and now the place is furnished with more than patio chairs he’s borrowing from the deck. The four of them are now around his dining table, and with one of my Bass Pro Shops chairs we had a party of five a few nights prior and a breakfast party today. He needs cinder blocks for the chairs though cause we’re all chin tall on the table. Breakfast led into cribbage which inspired bowling. It was still below zero outside, and although sunny, it was equally as windy and good only for lookin’ at.

The county bowling alley is awesome. 12 lanes in a cozy environment, full bar, 5 pool tables, shuffleboard, and arcade. We had a good ol time, called it quits before dinner and went for teppenyaki. It was too crowded so we settled for sushi which was remarkably tasty for a thousand miles from salt water.

We took it easy that night and watched “Away We Go!” The soundtrack was awesome and I immediately bought it after the credits rolled. It features this dude named Alexi Murdoch, a Scottish singer-songwriter that sounds like Eddie Vedder and Jack Johnson’s love child. The movie was indy and fantastic along the lines of Garden State.

Sunday was go to the airport day. Bummed to see Cory go but stoked for a fantastic week together. After Steve and I dropped the girls off we headed straight for Blackhawk. I got my name on the 30-60 list at 5pm and finally was seated in a game at 9pm. First hand the music kicks in like Rounders, except I only have ATo.

A player limps. I raise the cutoff. Button 3 bets. SB calls. BB 4 bets. Limper calls as do the rest of us. 5 ways, $120 each to the T92 flop. Check, bet, call, I raise, call, fold, call, call. Turn a deuce, check, check, I bet, they all call. I forget what the river was, checks to me, I bet, fold, call, fold, and I beat JTo. Asian aces as Joseph Cheong called them once, the cold 4 bet capper unfortunately flops top pair and gets taken to kicker school for a $1200 pot. Ahh just like the good ol days.

Before the orbit is complete I win another bigger, this time with AQ over a 62o that called 3 cold behind me and turned bottom two pair on an ace high board. He still decided to bet $60 on the A96, 2, 9 board into a $1500 pot after I bet/called the turn.

Love that game, good start to the new year, and I’m feeling pretty dang good.

On the way home we catch snow from the Eisenhower tunnel in. That morning I wake up and see sunshine and read a snow report that says Breck got 6 inches. It’s Monday on the day that everybody went home and to work. Steve and I head to Breck and turn around without even parking. The gondola lot is full as is the economy lot. F this. Cooper or Keystone? Keystone is free, we head there, have an epic day, and stop by the store on the way home. It was invaded by two bus fulls of Illini. Turns out it’s college week and there’s a ton of college ski clubs here.

I head home motivated to work only to have the worst day of cash that I’ve ever had on UB. I do however take 2nd in the $7k guarantee for like $1300 after a grueling heads up match, good to make me about break even in tournaments. Sleep shortly thereafter, wake up around 9, feel a little sore from skiing so take the day off to work some more, feeling good about how I played yesterday. I had a decent day in cash but ran atrociously in tourneys, bubbling one and getting it in good more often than not just to lose. Last year was good but I want to work a little bit more this year, hopefully finding the perfect balance between work and play. I’m almost there.

Peace and good luck,

Devo