Supplies purchased for an evening spent sitting in front of the computer (sodas, martinis, popcorn): Six dollars and twenty-five cents.
Playing the WPBT WSOP: Thirty-three dollars.
Feeling inadequate and outclassed: Priceless.
Imagine the utter dismay of a relative poker newbie to find herself seated at a table with Spaceman, BG, Columbo, and seated to her right is none other than the Blogfather himself.
I believe my first thought was "Oh. Shit.", followed closely by "This is gonna be short, deep stacks notwithstanding."
Somehow I managed to hold on to just past the second break (my pair o' King's met April's pocket Aces and were found wanting), ending 51 out of 93. I was challenged to better myself by playing good poker, and I feel that I did a good job there. But frankly, my table mates scared the crap out of me. I mean, these are guys who live and work poker. And not only that, they know each other - they IM, they dial-a-shot, they've met.
Reputation is everything....and these guys got big ones.
Good to play with you last night, albeit briefly.
Hey thanks for putting up the banner for DADI 5!
If you find yourself twiddling your thumbs with nothing to do, maybe you could fancy up a little animated gif like you did HUC3. I started to try and teach myself how to do one the other night, but my brain started hurting. All the details are at http://dadipoker.blogspot.com
Anyway, if not, no biggie. Thanks!
I love reading about your sense of awe at being at a table with all these well-known poker bloggers. I'm pretty sure you've pulled that same stuff at tables with me to begin other blogger tournaments, usually right before you go on a tear, knock half of the table out, and climb the leaderboard above all those you are so in awe of. It's been a good run, but I don't think I can fall for that anymore the next time you try to drop some of that on me. :)
See you tonight at your tournament in Mookie's Big O Poker Room!
Gambling at the WSOP is a thrilling experience.