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Event #14, Razz, has just started and it looked like, for once, I wouldn’t be crazy-busy with 12 other things in the 5 minutes before an FTOPS event. Jo Anne and Valerie are out to dinner. Ellie has gotten together with a friend. Barry is out working on a school project.
Tournament starts, it’s just the 3 of us – me and Razz and all that stuff we’re so scared of.
592 players anted up $300 + $22, which means there are a lot of sickos in the Full Tilt universe. Of course, their [our] king, Huckleberry Seed is hosting the event. Erick Lindgren, the Crowned Prince of Sick Gamblers, apparently is too wiped out from – as I’m typing these words, just a couple minutes before the event starts, I see that he has signed up.
Lindgren v. Seed? If it comes down to heads up, they should do winner-take-all on 4 or so rounds of golf in Vegas next July. No carts allowed.
I’ve got Prince playing on my computer, Razzberry Beret of course, and I put some potato skins in the oven. But my timing is a little messed up. I have to post-and-fold after the first hand to pull them out because the timer has gone off and they’re burning. I have a lousy grip on a dish towel and nearly burn myself and tip over the platter shoving them from the oven to a counter. At that instant, the phone rings.
I rush back to my office, hoping against hope that it’s not Barry needing a ride. Of course, I can miss 15 minutes of Razz and not really lose much, but I don’t like feeling rushed, behind … like I do right now.
I rummage around for my phone and notice I’m about to post-and-fold (A-4)-6. I jerk that hand back into play at the last moment and find the phone. It’s Marissa, who has been speed-reading the Seed-Forrest Razz chapter, having entered the event at the last minute. An accountant who’s also a sick gambler? Wow!
We make a last-longer bet – under normal circumstances she’d have to consider herself an underdog to me in Razz but she knows Helen Keller could beat me the way I’ve been playing, so I probably could have gotten odds – and I win my first hand.
Ugh, and it wasn’t easy. My board ended up A-4-6-3-J-4-3. But my opponent, who limped in front of me, had 3-K-2-5-7-7-K. 3-K-2 in early position? I notice he plays X-X-T on the next hand and beats me out of a pot where he started with X-X-7-T. This guy has got to be one of the first to bust. I just have to make sure he doesn’t take me with him.
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