Well Saturday started off stellar. I realized
the hotel was about 3 blocks away from my abode
so I prepared myself for some poker (cough cough)
and took a walk down the street.
Beautiful day indeed, bit warm for the thickness
of my blood…but I survived the walk.
Got to the “meeting room” at 12:35 and game one
is already 10 players deep with cards and chips on the table.
Fuck!!
Ok Ok I will be patient and join game 2.
About 30 minutes later I’m at a table with Bart
himself. I become acquainted with my fellow players
and realize I am the youngest in the room, not
a big deal at all everyone is soon having a ball.
Immediately I label Trevor as a shark, him taking
over as defacto dealer confirms my suspicions.
The whole time Joe keeps saying he hasn’t played
in forever and is terrible….either Joe is a lucky
sonofabitch or he’s full of shit, cause I play
my style of cards (playing real loose to amass chips then
switching over to very conservative to wait for
the short stacks to clear the table) and the next thing
I know there are 3 of us left and Joe’s one of
them.
En route to the final 3, Matt pulls some stellar
hands and throws some balls on table going all in
like 3 times in 15 minutes…if I recall correctly
(fuzzy beer memory…yes I know by this point in
my story it’s only 2:30ish - Fuck you for
judging me). Anywho after a short battle I win the table
in no small part to a boat pulled on river to
knock out the 3 man.
Feel pretty good, I played my game and won. Sure
it brought me down a notch to be eliminated first
from my second game, but I got a paper doll book
of the great communicationator and his family (Thank’s Jim!!!),
which was almost worth it….almost.
Que Sera, my get loose early style backfires sometimes,
and If I don’t win a table I go out early.
Worked out for the best though I got to know
more people as the joined me in the losers lounge.
Some beers and shots later Bart’s out too so
we have a brief meeting to prepare for the big game (cough).
We started with 20 and whittled down to 10 and
eventually 5. In a killer hand Trevor and I both go all in
….and both get our asses handed to us on the
river. We split for fourth. At this point I can’t remember if
I’m swinging the big hammer or if I’m just plain
hammered. I thanked my gracious host (Thanks Again Bart)
and stumbled my ass home.
To anyone thinking of participating in a Bartcop
Poker Fest - DO IT.
If you don’t play poker on the regular don’t
worry about it.
It’s a laid back extremely friendly atmosphere…unless
you’re a Bush Backer,
in which case you can eat me. I will positively
without a doubt attend more Poker Fests.
Not Seattle, but the next Midwestern one for
sure even if a flight is required…well worth it.