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We’re on dinner break at the $2,000 NLHE event at the World Series.

Today is supposed to be my wife Jo Anne’s birthday, so what better way to celebrate than by spending two grand to enter a poker tournament, right? I had to stick around for the action yesterday and then because my car was undriveable. And, as I explained in #161, to assure that my window would be replaced in time to make the tournament, I gave Byron, the window-glass installer, 1% of my action.

He’s got a shot.


We started with 4,000 in chips and I built it to 6,000, then dropped to 4,800. I lost half my chips with A-K on a king-high flop. I don’t think I played it right, and I went into the first break with 2,300.

I reraised all-in with J-J against a kid who looks significantly younger than my son Barry, and the tight old guy in seat 4 called. The Kid folded, and T.O.G. revealed A-A. I made quads against him and was off to the races.

There was a very friendly guy to my right in seat 1 who played most hands during the first hour and hit every flop. And when he would fold, he would moan after the hand that he would have flopped two pair. He started getting way too loose and I could sense everyone at the table was angling for who would pick up his stack. After he lost a bunch making some ridiculous calls against shorter stacks all-in, he pushed all in himself. I looked down at pocket aces.

Right after the second break, with almost 18,000 chips (we started with 4,000), I got moved to The Grinder’s table. Wow, did everybody at the table hate that guy. Apparently he had been raising almost every hand and reraising almost every hand where someone else raised. Other plays started limping, or had huge hands he couldn’t beat when he pushed them, and soon he was a short stack. As we got near 5 PM, the time the $5,000 Seven Card Stud Championship was starting, he was making his decisions based on whether he would bust before it started. After he picked up some chips, the issue then became whether he would bust before 6 PM, which would have been the last time he could buy in for the Stud. When deciding whether to call an all-in bet, he looked around for a floorman (and settled for another player) to find out for sure that he couldn’t buy in until 7 PM. He eventually busted.

It was pretty smooth sailing for me until the dinner break, except for a hand where I got all-in with K-K against Q-Q in a 20,000-chip pot and lost when a queen flopped. But I was cool about it, but outside and inside. I immediately began rebuilding and we’re now at the dinner break.

There are about 350 of the original 1,531 players left. So the average is about 18,000. I have 29,000. I’m resting during the break in my room (yes, still at the SDI/SFI – I haven’t had a chance to get another place, and my agent hasn’t gotten back to me) and we restart at 9 PM. It’s too early to call Byron, but I’m trying to keep the guy in the running.

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