All war depends on it
I done played the underdog my whole career/
I've been a very good sport, haven't I, this year?/
They say he's going crazy and we've seen this befo'/
But I'm doing pretty good as far as geniuses go
We're all scared. You hid in that ditch because you think there's still hope. But Blithe, the only hope you have is to accept the fact that you're already dead. And the sooner you accept that, the sooner you'll be able to function as a soldier is supposed to function. Without mercy. Without compassion. Without remorse. All war depends on it.
-Band of Brothers
As soon as I landed in Vegas, I had an image of K Rose's handfuls of black chips from the Wynn and sent a text to the goddess to invoke good luck.
A day later, at the Venetian, I carefully cradled an insane handful of chips -- two $500s, seven $100s and a handful of other chips after me and Gnome tipped the dealer.
I can't tell you when it happened that I just became very calm and focused during the blogger tourney. I had a nice comfortable cushion early on, thanks to Fuel trying to snap me off with the deuce-five against my open raised 3s turned set-turned boat when a second five came on the turn.
It wasn't long though before even by big stack was in the move-in zone. So I set out doing that. And kept hitting. And escaping, like when I reraised Jordan (High on Poker) all-in with KQs after he raised my small blind from the big blind. He said later he had AJ.
"I know that people at the table think I'm like that autistic kid in the Boondocks who keeps hitting everything, but it's insane that everybody's not moving-in," I tell Gnome, who is playing at a NL$1/2 cash table with CC.
A couple times I got lucky. I almost raised CK but didn't, and it turned out she had AA. Same thing happened with Otis to my left at the final table. I really couldn't tell you why sometimes I threw away AT and low pairs like 33 and other times were all-in with them -- as the favorite.
When we got to the final table, I was one of several shortstacks. I had a Lil' Wayne line in my head:
If you sell a million records we can battle for your money/
I'd rather count a hundred thousand dollars on a Sunday/
Watch a football game and bet it all on one play
And then I pretty much knew that I would no longer play to survive and I wouldn't be concerned about losing my little stack.
"You've been all-in 40 times in this tournament," someone behind me said when it was shorthanded.
I pushed J6 and Otis, the chip leader, insta-called with AQ. My heartbeat didn't even raise when runner-runner sixes came.
I won KT unimproved against J8 earlier in the tournament, crippling I think Jordan. (I thought it was fitting that KT- or "Kit-ty" would help me get ahead).
When it was shorthanded, I loved the strategy of the three shortstacks, including myself. I saw it as an overtime game in basketball -- you have to make your shot, they have to make your shot, and you have to make it again and again until one of you misses.
I feel like the key play for me in the tourney was when I decided that no matter what cards I would get, I would raise all-in with Grubby in the big blind to my right. I felt like the bigger stacks would get out of the way and Grubby would likely fold and losing the big blind would be enough to cripple him.
I looked down and it was 7-6o. I raised all in and he showed 5-4 or something.
When we got to three with Otis and Rooster, I was thankful for the chop. Otis pushed all-in and I thought about it for a while and called with Kitty suited. He had T4, so he was dominated but the four came and I was happy after nine hours to be released from the tournament world.
I hope in the future I can play as well, be as lucky as well, and be as calm as well in order to properly function without care for chips, knowing that's what's needed when my tournament life is at stake.