I made it a little deeper in the tournament today than I had in the past. In the first three tournaments I was out before the first break. In the fourth event I made the first break. In tournament number five I made the second break!
My next goal is to make the dinner break, and since tomorrow is the $1000 No Limit Hold’em event with rebuys I like my chances. I set the over/under at $8000 in rebuys for me. We’ll see.
Eventually I ran card dead and made one bad lay down where I miscounted the pot. Doh! I had A-10 in a spot where I thought I was getting about 2-1 odds where in fact I was getting 2.4-1. I ended up folding since I thought I was worse than a 2-1 underdog with the hand, but my opponent had 88! Yikes, that’s not good. Sure I could have lost, but that’s not how I look at things.
So on my way home I went to Wynn to pick up some cash for the rebuy event tomorrow. After that I stopped by my mother’s to pick up Mushu then I met with my agent Brian over at my house to talk shop.
We had lots of cool stuff to talk about, of course, unfortunately I can’t share any of it with you all just yet. Let’s just say that it’s very exciting stuff and you’ll all know what’s going on when the time is right.
So while we were talking shop the idea popped up about doing a contest to come up with a cool new logo for Full Contact Poker. What better way then to have a contest for all of the loyal FCP Forum members.
The rules are simple: Send up to three logos to logocontest@fullcontactpoker.com by noon on June 15th and if we choose your logo you’ll have a choice between two prizes:
An all expenses paid trip to Las Vegas for a weekend where you and I would play a series of challenge matches for $500 each. We’d play each of the following:
Golden Tee
NBA Showtime
NFL Blitz
8-Ball
9-Ball
Limit Hold’em
No Limit Hold’em
A Game of H.O.R.S.E.
You’d win $500 for every game you beat me in! Or, if you aren’t up for a fun weekend of gambling with me and the boys, you can opt for a $2000 cash prize instead.
It should be a fun contest and I’m curious to see what you all come up with.
Other than that today has been rather uneventful. I didn’t hitchhike anywhere or didn’t invade any gay prostitute’s space. I didn’t play any half million dollar matches or $100 games of pool with Josh.
Oh, well I did play something. I played one game of Golden Tee with Travis and Brian. We played Eagles Peak and I was on a record pace after five holes at -8. Then the strangest thing happened to me. It’s never happened to me even in real golf: I six putt from 6 feet! That’s not even possible? So much for breaking my record of -19, I ended up shooting -11 while Travis shot -15 and Brian did well in his first game shooting -9. Of course Brian was -9 after eight holes and blew up on the back so I don’t think we was too happy with the final result!
Time for bed pretty soon. Tomorrow I think I might bust out my new autographed Sidney Crosby jersey. For those of you who know anything about hockey, Crosby has been touted as the next Gretzky since he was 14 years old. Chris the “Life of Sports” Guy hooked me up- much thanks Chris!]]>
I’ve been getting up way too late everyday and that’s not good when you are trying to play tournaments at noon. Today for example, I ended up waking up at around 3:00pm. I just bought this neat new coffee table that has five interchangeable game boards in it: Chess, Checkers, Backgammon, Monopoly, and Scrabble. I was supposed to play a challenge match at the Wynn against Eli Elezra but he had some things to do with his kids so I settled for the next best thing: a chess match against Travis. I pretty much suck at Chess and didn’t think I could win especially since Travis said he was pretty good. Ok, so he was wrong! After the shellacking I hopped onto the computer for a little bit and then I got a call from Mr.Hellmuth. Phil is in town to play the heads up tournament tomorrow and called me from Carlos’ phone, “Hey Danny Boy, let’s go play some golf man!” He’s one of the few guys that can call me Danny Boy and get away with it.. It was already late though and I hadn’t golfed in ages. However considering how stressed out I’ve been with an overload of work and travel I thought it might be good to get outside for a while. They were just leaving the Mirage and since I live close to Angel Park I got there first. The Par 3 course was having league night so we’d have to play the Palms course and hope to get six holes in. Carlos, Phil, and Huck all arrived together and we were trying to figure out a fair match to play. Huck is an absolute monster on the golf course. He whined and complained that he sucks, and he is the worst, blah, blah, blah. Hasn’t played in over a year… blah, blah, blah. Huck could never pick up a club for 10 years and he’d still be the favorite in this crew. First you have Carlos who’s played maybe three times in his life, me who never has time and isn’t very good, and then you have Phil who’d be playing in his bare feet! Seriously, Phil was wearing his trademark loafers which were too slippery so he decided to play the course in his bare feet. Finally we decided that since Huck had to be the best and Carlos had to be the worst that they’d partner up against Phil and I. The plan was to play a scramble so in a way it was more like Phil and I against Huck with the occasional helper from Juan Carlos. Nobody could figure out how much we should play for so I came up with a brilliant idea. Each hole we’d play for 1% of each other in the upcoming WPT event at the Mirage. So if we won four holes and lost two we’d get 2% of Carlos and Huck’s winnings in the tournament if they happened to cash. “Nah man, no way. We have no shot. We should get a spot or something.” Huck complained. “What are you talking about? You are getting a spot.” Phil said. “I mean really, you are getting 1% of us for 1% of you guys.” I thought that was hilarious and I actually said it to Phil jokingly before he playfully needled Carlos and Huck. Finally we agreed and then headed to the first tee box. The first hole was pretty embarrassing, especially since we were scrambling. Phil hit a great drive leaving us 120 yards from the pin, while Huck lost his ball and had to use Carlos’ pitiful drive. I shank my approach and so does Phil! Huck hits a beauty and they ended up making bogie. Both Phil and I had a bogie putt that must have been about four feet… and we both missed it! On hole number two we evened things up and then on three we lost the lead again. We tied it up on hole number four and suddenly we felt the tide really turning in our favor. We take number five and have our first lead of the match. Then on hole number six, which was a 125 yard par 3 over the water I hit a line drive that was destined for water, but just made it over and about five feet from the cup. Of course we once again missed our birdie putt and had to settle for a split on the hole. On number seven we got into some trouble on our second shot on the par five. I duffed mine about 20 feet right into the bunker, and Phil hit his into the rocks. It didn’t look like we could possibly lose the hole since both Carlos and Huck hit their drives out of play. Huck was ready to give up until he noticed that we’d have to hit from a horrible lie in the rocks with a long way to go to the green. I get in the rocks and hit one safely into play. Then Phil the madman goes for the green in his bare feet on sharp rocks. He absolutely drills it thirty feet PAST the green! Amazing shot and well worth the cuts he suffered. We took seven and were up 2% a piece, “Play good guys. Make sure you get plenty of rest before the tournament.” I figured this was a good time to start needling them since we would be playing only one more hole. We gave them a chance to double the bet if they wanted, but Huck didn’t like their chances and declined. We both made it on the green in two and both had virtually the same 25 foot putt. Both Phil and I hit good putts but would have to settle for a two-putt. Then Carlos hits an ugly one about five feet short and we were feeling like we had some hope if Huck didn’t get close. As Carlos went to mark his ball, Huck said, “Don’t worry about it man, we aren’t going to be using that one.” Oooh cocky, I like that! Then out of nowhere, Huck drains a snake like putt to salvage 1%. It was too dark to go on so we ended up playing just eight holes which was actually more than I suspected we’d get in. I yapped on the phone for a little while when I got home, and then headed over to my Golden Tee looking to break some records. In between I played some NBA Showtime and some NFL Blitz. I ended up playing for hours and regained some Golden Tee records that Travis had previously stolen from me. 16 under on Oak Hollow… take that! I also spent some time watching the all-in fest, Super Stars Invitational on FSN. Yikes, were those freeze outs ever crap shoots! Now it’s 3:30 am and it’s decision time for me. I’ve been having so much trouble getting on the right sleep schedule that I’m debating staying up all night so that I can make the 10:00am start for the $15,000 buy in heads up tournament this morning. The plan would then be to stay up all day and try to get to bed at around 8:00am the next day. All these red eye flights really take a toll on the sleep schedule. On the morning of the 15th I’m taking another 6:30am flight so that I can make it to Ohio State in the afternoon for their Hold’em tournament that I’m speaking at. I’m leaning heavily towards staying up all night, which means Travis’ record 11 under at Ridgewood is in serious jeopardy. ]]>
I woke up late today and switched my flight to a 6:20pm departure from Reno to Las Vegas (strike one- more on that in a moment). When I check in the lady informs me that I