September 18, 2004
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Well, another card game at Scott’s. I arrived shortly after 8 in the
PM. It would have been sooner, but I took a wrong turn and it delayed
me by about 10 minutes. Anywho, I was the first one there. The plan was
to grill for a while and then start playing. Scott made burgers,
chicken legs, chicken breast, steak stir-fry, and hot dogs which he
claimed were the best he ever had. He said they were Scott Peterson
dogs. Its actually a real brand, and has nothing to do with THAT Scott
Peterson. They were very good. Even better than the Jefferey Dahmer
Dogs. After a while other people started to show up, including a guy
that used to work at AAA who I really didn’t care for too much. This,
as it turns out, was a problem for me, because I don’t like him very
much, I wanted to beat him even more than anybody else there.
We got started about 9:30ish.
There were 7 of us playing and the buy in was $15. I think I won the
2nd hand. Things were much different this time. I just didn’t seem to
have it tonight. The guy Jeff that had won one of the other tournaments
and usually does fairly good, was the first one out. Another guy,
Chris, was next. I was getting my ass kicked, but hanging in there by
the skin of my fucking teeth. I just couldn’t get a good enough hand
that would allow me to stay in. I tried waiting around to see all the
cards on several hands, but things just weren’t working out for me. I
wasn’t playing smart. I wasn’t paying attention to what othere people
had, and I should have been. I wanted to beat the guy I didn’t like so
bad, that it wound up being a distraction. About 11:30, I got up to get
some water. I grabbed a burger while I was up. I came back, and they
had dealt the next hand. I had to put in a minimum ante of $4, which
was just about half of my money. I knew that I would not be able to
keep up with everybody in the hand, so I looked at my cards (I had a
King and an Ace) and decided that they were good enough to go all
in……………at that point though, I didn’t have much of a choice.
For the remainder of the hand, nobody else raised, leading me to
believe that they didn’t have anything. I couldn’t be anymore wrong.
The hippie lookin’ dude next to me had a pair of 7s. I was done. I
finished in 5th place, my worst showing yet, at least in Scott’s
tournaments. I stayed for a while and watched the remaining 4 play. I
decided that it probably was not wise for me to play another game, what
with my not working and all, so I left, disappointed in my poor play.
