On May 4, I ventured into The Players Club. While I had been a friend on FaceBook with the owner, I had never been in the club in recent memory. I wasn’t sure what to expect (a topic for a later blog).
What drew me there was a “freeroll” qualifier for a $1,500.00 buy-in to a World Series of Poker (WSOP) event. The way it worked is that the top 9 finishers would receive a ticket to the finale on May 11, 2013. The winner of the May 11 tournament would receive the $1,500 buy-in.
The flier I saw said the buy in was for the millionaire maker tournament on June 1. I was hoping that it would be good for another $1,500 WSOP event, but if not, I’d fly down there specifically for that event.
On the way to the club, I put the headphones on my iPhone and started to play The Killers' latest Battle Born.
I started to go over my goals for the tournament. I kept them short at this point, as I hadn’t played live since about February. I also did some semi-meta-physical meditation. I know, I’m driving so how could I meditate. I have learned how to “zone out” poker wise while driving. It is hard to explain, but while I am thinking of poker, I am not really thinking of poker. What I have found is that my mind is like in a large garden just wandering around.
I pulled up to the club on NE Glisan and NE 60th. Due to a knee surgery with some extreme complications, I have a handicap placard so I was able to park right in front of the club, which is usually parking for only an hour. I guess having constant pain in my leg is a bonus. I had my card protector, sweat rag, phone and pain meds with me.
I strode up to the door, only to find it locked. There were a couple of other people hanging around as well so I didn’t feel too awkward. Oh whom am I lying to, I felt awkward as hell. I knew no one, had no idea what the structure was and my leg was throbbing, having already been standing for 3 innings of a t-ball baseball game for my 5 year old. Normally, this would put me on the couch for the day watching soccer and popping pills like popcorn. Yeah, it hurts that bad.
Finally, the door unlocked and we headed upstairs.
I am not sure what possessed me to have a sweat rag, but WHOA! I was going to need it. It was hot and stuffy.
Now those that know me, know I am a big man, overweight a bit for sure, but being on oxycontin and my other meds, I sweat.
I met the owner of The Players Club and paid my $10.00 door fee a long with bonus for an extra 4k chips I believe. I then looked around the room for a structure sheet. Found nothing UGH. This was not going good. I decided to sit in the corner and look “occupied” by my phone whilst scoping out the competition.
That lasted for about 5 minutes before I gravitated my phone back to my goals for the tournament. I then decided that I would actually try to keep track of interesting hands, good or bad along with the blinds. I had never done this before and was not sure how I was going to do this with my iPhone. I hate typing on the thing.
I was seated at table 3 seat 9. Not a bad draw for me. I don’t mind being seated next to the dealer and in this case the dealer seemed friendly enough.
My goals for this tournament are as follows:
- No All In PreFlop.
- NO CALLING ALL IN PRE FLOP.
- Think through hand.
- Every hand tells a story, figure it out.