Doing a 180

It's raining in L.A. today. I am likely one of the few people who digs the rain. Always have, but even more now that I don't have to commute via car. Yes, complaining about how people drive in the rain in LA is about as fresh a bit as an airlane food riff, but seriously, a light drizzle and all manner of Hee-Haws appear on your local freeway. I mocked and pointed at them as I cruised by in my warm train this morning.

Speaking of Hee-Haws, it was raining Jackasses in the 180 tourney I played on Stars last night. I number myself among them, as I played two or three hands brutally (I'm really gonna need to stop making position bets with my second pair if dumbfucks continually check-call with their top pair. It's non-sensical play to me, to check your top pair on the flop, but if they see I'm gonna keep betting, then they're probably right. It's such a weak play that I can't believe I'm behind, but I might have the thought more often). I still finished 12th for my second cash out of three attempts in those thingees. And if my 99 had held up against A8o, I might have gone on and won the thing as the skill level was something more akin to a $5 SnG on Party. For example, a guy who was still in the tourney at that point made the following plays: 1) Putting in the third raise (an all-in) pre-flop with 66 (and sucking out on QQ); 2) Calling a re-raise and a re-re-raise with JTo (he lost that one, to me); 3) re-raising with Q3s.

And there were more. The thing about it is, everyone saw he was playing crap, so they called his huge bets with crap and invariably his hand held up or he out-drew them. I spent two hours begging for one more hand to double up on this guy and I could never get it. But, oh has he been tagged.

One more hand with that guy. He raises when I'm in the BB with JJ and I think "this is the one." Except the SB, a solid player, re-raises. Oh crap. Decisions, decisions. Push or fold here for me. I decide to fold, figuring the SB has me dominated. I was incorrect. All the money ended up going in pre-flop and it was Horrible Player's 99 v. SB's TT. And though I made the wrong decision, the 9 on the flop made it a fortuitous one.

I honestly can't endorse the tourneys highly enough. I'm sure they're not all as awful as the one last night, which was an affront to pokerkind. But I'll keep sticking my nose in them until proven different.

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NaNoWriMo Update: I'm 1474 words short of the necessary pace, but not concerned about that. Thanks for all the comments and support I've gotten. Very much appreciated. This is exceptionally difficult for me, more than I thought it was going to be. I kind of wish I'd settled on a more breezy tale, but that ship has sailed. I spent a couple days wrestling over it, because I don't think it's "there." I don't think I'm hitting the right note with it, not entirely. But that's okay. Revision can come later. I'm simply focused on getting it down.