If you were looking for a MWGB, you've come to the right place...aka Holy Shit...aka Holy SHIT!!!!

Edit: The streak ended when I busted around 350ish out of 1100ish in the 20k on Saturday. slb played better and did slightly better. I'll go out on a limb and say if he gets a rush of cards and breaks like I've gotten lately, he will go deep soon. Tonight, D, slb, John Juanda and Huck Seed and I all took another crack at the 20k. On try number two I made the money.

Happy? Ambivalent. After 3 and a half hours of play, and with a lot of my friends watching, I played two incredibly stupid hands that I just didn't need to. My poor battle/hand selection cripppled a stack that was sitting in mid-field with the end-game about to begin. That's exactly the spot I am finding I play my game best. Mixed it up with AKo in MP on a flop I missed, with no reason under the sun and approaching the bubble. Tried an unnecessary steal when the table had clearly loosened up with Q7s - then felt religiously compelled to double the fucker up when two spades met me on the flop. The loss of those chips turned me from someone who could pick a spot and play a hand into a guy in Push/Fold mode. These would be what we call good beats - where better play kicks you deservedly in the teeth. I had that feeling, like the rush was still on, when I signed on, but there ain't a rush in the world that can protect you from your own disregard for sound tactics. I'd feel bad about this for days knowing me, but there are some consolations:

1. ITM and 103/1470 is sorta amazing considering I know for sure I ain't that good.
2. The feeling hasn't gone away totally yet.
3. Suckouts: Junk Kicking = 0:2, so karmically I'm ok I think. Not that I really believe in that, but hey, every little bit helps...
4. I didn't feel outclassed playing that thing. The mistakes I made were bad ones, but I was able to see them for what they were, almost in real-time. After getting my feet wet, I believe now I could go deeper if the situation was just right. I would never have believed that before this last week.

Now back to your previously scheduled dose of me rubbing coco-butter all over my gooey self.


Me heart Full Tilt. Me heart pokah. Do you remember me asking my Magical Wish Granting Blog "When Do I Get to Win a G?" 5 days ago? Now do you believe this fucking blog is a genie trapped in my computah? Thought so. Me too. Any requests?

Doyle says, "Play your rushes." Who the fuck am I to argue with The Man?

So, tired as I was after an entire morning of MTTing (see previous post for another example of shameless bragging), I decided to try the FT 6500. Would it be different, how deep could I go, how would I fare against a bigger field? Fucking Crack'nAces himself was playing - how's that for intimidating?

I did well it turned out. This was a chop. Even split with even chip counts. Can I call that a tie? I'm gonna anyway.

I had a monstrous stack by the final table and a better player would definitely have been able to take the whole thing down sans chop. I built the stack mainly on Hoyian blinds theft late when I went into Intello-Aggro mode, and D-like resolve when dealt crap for an hour at a stretch. I just let impatient people run their stacks into each other. I have to say I reread Absinthe's strategy post and the comments on it not 15 minutes before I started to play, both this morning and for the 6500. It's actually printed out and sits on my desk beside my computah. If you haven't read it - it's really fucking good. Fuel, Smokkee and Wes would be the other guys I'd like my game to look like a few years from now. So thanks to those who I see as guides in me having a run like this.

I delivered 2 nauseating beats to people well-ahead of me preflop (I had them covered by a mile both times). Thankfully I took 2 hellacious beats in the mid-game that almost did me in, so I don't feel too bad karmically. I'll still be careful crossing the street for a few days.

My HU opponent, AAsurfer, was flat out better than me (not exactly expansive praise, I agree). He came back from being down 2:1 to get even in about 20 minutes of play. Given another 40 minutes of poker I would have been having a nervous breakdown wondering how it all slipped away. Just not strong enough to finish it off yet. But that's okay. He was very cool about the chop and we both made out nicely for a $26 investment.

This is really a post about how solid my friends in this community are. Kat babysat me she was while playing and winning her Stars tournament during my run this morning, and Chris was also keeping tabs on my penchants for donkitude. Kat then joined Waffles and D, my perpetual partners in crime, and kept me focused throughout the endgame of this thing. I need constant babysitting so I don't shit my pants playing 60k pots. Jules and Mookie (photoshop maestro to the stars) met up with us when it really counted at the end. I can't say enough about how fucking helpful it is to have your friends just shooting the shit with you to diffuse the tension and keep you focused on the gameplan.

Does this little run convince everyone of the value of the blogger community? If it doesn't, you're undeniably opaque.

So yeah...it's been a real good couple of days. I have a pounding headache. But I will play this thing out until I get bounced early like I deserve.

Thanks also to everyone for always stopping by to punch my shoulder. Me heart that too. This hot-pink girl diary has worked out just fucking fine after all.

Lay-tah.