WCOOP Heartbreak

The most heartbreaking of the 3 tournaments was, of course, the main event. It was the biggest tournament in online poker history, with the winner receiving over 1.7 million dollars. There was no reason I shouldn't have been right in the mix competing for the title, but alas I let ego get in the way and doubled up a really aggressive player in one huge pot to sort of cripple myself. I pride myself on not doing that kind of shit, and I like to think that's what's separated me from most of the other (in live events) tournament players. I was sick to my stomach and couldn't sleep, but I netted 9000 or so and life could be worse. Hopefully this will give me the momentum I need to really start crushing the few online MTTs I play. It's not really even about the money. I just want to crush in all avenues of poker tournaments.

Ok, that's the most I've talked about poker in a long time. One cool thing I got to do this week was go on a tour of the Tuscaloosa County Jail for bonus points. My legal studies teacher mentioned it to the class, and I immediately jumped on it. I've always loved prison shows and stuff like that on TV. The trip was quite an experience. My classmates and I got to walk through and see how miserably these people live. Frankly, it's depressing. I think one of these trips is something that everyone needs to do at some point. I'd especially recommend it to any parents reading who have adolescent kids. There are obviously some really attractive girls in my class, so it was a real treat to see the way the prisoners reacted (like animals) as the girls walked through the open area. I was actually propositioned a couple times by prisoners. It was...flattering? At the beginning of the trip one of the correctional officers sprayed some pepper spray in a garage and we got to walk by it and get a whiff and sense of what it's like when fights break out in the facility. Wickeddddddd.

Sadly, I've decided to just skip my scheduled trip to Aruba to play in the Aruba Poker Classic. I'm sick because I love Aruba and I'll very much miss not being there with all my roommates. I just have too much going on with class, namely a huge paper due like the Tuesday after the Saturday I would arrive back from Aruba. I think my mind would be on the beach and Pina Coladas in Aruba rather than where it should be (Edgar Allen Poe or Walt Whitman), and I don't think I would get it done otherwise. I guess I'm proud of myself for this decision. As a whole, I'm really enjoying things since I've been back in college. Things are a little different since I'm a few years older than most of my classmates, but that is mostly irrelevant. I'm learning a lot about myself, getting in pretty good shape physically, and developing a work ethic. I think this is important because I don't wanna be that Dad or that Husband or that Son or that Brother 7-10 years from now that is worthless and just plays poker all day. I shouldn't say that playing poker most of the day is bad, because it's not. I guess I mean I don't want poker to affect me to the point that I can't do other things, because it definitely did for a period of time, especially in 2007.

That's about all I got. I'm almost certainly going to Athens, GA this weekend to see #8 Bama square off vs #3 Georgia!!

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