"Where's your hat at?" - question most asked of me last weekend.
Strange thing about my penchant for cheap $5 Walmart "cowboy" hats. Half the people I know think I look funny when I'm wearing one, the other half think I look funny without it. Perhaps I'm just funny looking. In any case, I only wear them during the summer when I need to protect my scalp from the Vegas sun, because Walmart doesn't carry them all year long, and I have a bad habit of giving them away to random people during my regular drunken binges.
One week ago today, the bloggers started coming into town for the weekend, and about this time last Thursday I was sitting at my desk, finishing my work for the week, and looking forward to tracking them down for drinks that evening. I went home, ate some dinner, changed out of the work clothes, then decided maybe a short nap was in order being rather tired after my standard 4 day work week of 10 hour shifts.
When I woke up early on Friday morning, I was a bit upset about missing out on the early chance to see everyone, but figured I'd catch up with them later that night. No problem. In the meantime, I decided to play a little online poker. There was a HORSE tourney starting on Full Tilt, so I played. A few hours later I finished in 3rd, decided I was on a roll, headed out to my regular haunt, Sam's Town, to see if I could keep it going.
I ended up playing in the 7pm tourney there, where I cashed in first. Technically, it was a 2 way chop, but my reputation there is such that even though we had the same number of chips, my headsup opponent didn't want to play me, and offered me an extra $200 to split it with him. I will never understand that, but I will never turn it down either. Why work for the money when they give it to you?
It's hard to quit when your running good, so I decided to play in the 11pm also, figuring I could easily catch up with everyone later that night. Instead, I went out on the bubble, and decided the strip was too far to drive for drinks, so headed to the local bar to celebrate the days winnings.
At approximately 8am I realized that I was really, really drunk, and the Blogger tourney was starting in a mere 5 hours. "No fucking way I'm missing out on all that dead money", I told myself, and headed home for a nap.
When I woke up (still drunk) at 2pm, I cursed a bit, took a shower, then called my roomate to see if he needed to be bailed out of anywhere. He had passed out at a party on the north side of town, woke up a few hours later, and drove directly to the very same bar I had left earlier that morning, where he was enjoying a tasty beverage. I told him about my wins the night before.
"Whiskey Money?", he asked.
"Whiskey Money.", I responded, "You get us to Caesar's, I'll find a way to get us home.", and a half hour later we finally met up with the blogger crew in the poker room.
Things get sort of fuzzy from there, but I'm starting to put the pieces together.
Last night I took down the HORSE 4k Gaurantee on Full Tilt. Going into headsup play (beginning in the Razz round) I was a 4 to 1 dog in chips. My $50k to his $200k plus.
40 minutes later we enter the Hold'em round, and I have the chip lead by ~50k, and a monster psychological advantage. It is damned hard to come from that kind of deficit in any form of limit poker.
I have my Grandfather to thank for the win. Anytime I saw him when I was younger, he would lay claim to whatever allowance money I had playing headsup stud with me. He never soft played me. I used to get upset after a loss, try to whine my money back out of him, but he never relented.
In more ways than one, it was a good lesson.