Monday
I don’t remember too much of Sunday other than the deserving win of Carl Pilgrim in the Main Event. Along with other final tablists and winners this series was one for the APAT core supporters.
For me, it was the usual. Get out of bed late, wander over to The Water’s Edge for a (very) late breakfast before heading over to DTD for my final event, the Pot Limit Omaha.
I swear that this should be my strongest event (I even finished 3rd once in an APAT Omaha event) but you just can’t win if you don’t get the cards.
I know I was basically card dead for HUGE stretches of time and even though the ever lovely Phil TC was at my table to take advantage I never say a flop that connected even remotely with my hand.
As it was, I finally got something I considered a proper Omaha hand (89TT) so late that once I’d re-potted a serial pre-flop raiser, we just go the chips in.
As it turned out, his expected bug pair (KKxx) SHOULD have been behind but the flop, turn and river missed me by a mile and that was that for me, somewhere in midfield.
I helped with the updating for a while at the end but with a reasonable drive the next morning, I didn’t want to hang around for too long. I’m not entirely sure I held out to the end, I THINK so, but that might be my brain editing history to make me feel better.
Carl was a deserving winner regardless.
I crashed at a reasonable hour.
Can’t do Glasgow, but I have the ChezGer home game and a visit to the Stockton Massive coming up. The break between mid-October and Stoke at the end of November will give my liver a chance to recover.
