Musings on Poker and Other Stuff
It started out like any other day. And it ended like this:
Well, maybe I should fill in some blanks. Yesterday was the WSOP Media Freeroll. I don't think I played last year because I didn't feel like I was really a part of the media, and well I had just started playing poker about 6 months before. This year, I was all about it! To be honest, I hardly even cared if there were prizes or not. Just poker, drinks and some of my new found best friends. We PN girls decided to show our PokerNews pride but sporting our I <3 PokerNews T-shirts. In hindsight, maybe broadcasting our association with PokerNews wasn't such a great idea.....but you know what they say about hindsight.
My primary concern to start the tournament was who I was going to get to drive my car back to the after party at Insert Coins. Once I found a responsible colleague up to the task, I was able to get in the game. It was a slow beginning for me, both in terms of alcohol consumption and in terms of cards. I took down a couple nice pots with marginal hands. I missed a couple streets of value here and there, but I made up for it in a few other hands. I was probably about average or below when I got moved to a new table. One guy was obviously dominating and luckily for me he was moved after about one rotation.
I made one bluff against Effel. I think he gave me the stink eye today. Because when I made the bluff I hardly realized there was another player all in for less, so I was forced to show with a lil baby rail all there watching. I'm probably just being sensitive, but that is how I am. I got moved again and I probably quadrupled up just in time for my 5th chardonnay to arrive. (drink) I definitely donked off around 1/6 of my stack to Annie Duke. We were in a small blind/big battle where she ended up making a straight on the river. I called her all the way down in an attempted hero call with Jack high. But of course what I read as a bluff, was more like a bluff turned into the nuts. Ooooopppppsss.
Anyways I made my way to the Final Table. But not dissimilar from my last post, where I come into the final table as a chip leader and leave with less than glory, such was my fate. To be honest, I'm not even sure what position I bust exactly. I think seventh maybe? I'm sure some more sober media members may remember. Too bad too because I'm probably the only poker person not to own and Ipad already. But I'm not too mad because I scored some Klipsch headphones for a bounty on @whojedi and some beats by dre headphones for being the last PN person standing. I also scored a blu-ray player and drumroll......comped Chip 'n Dales tickets. So obviously Kristy, Lynn and I will have to make a night of it. That will be another blog.
Basically the rest of the night ends in Mexican food, a dollar store, and me rambling to people I work with. When will I learn: DO NOT GET WASTED WITH YOUR WORK PEERS. I thought it was fine this morning. I actually felt good. But when I saw the face of my fellow PN employees, as well as Rio staff today, I realized I made quite an impression. Not to mention the comments, "wow, you look shocking well today.", or "you look much better than expected. Did you throw up?" For the record: no, I didn't throw up. And really, that was nothing!! You should see when I really blow it out. NO YOU SHOULDN'T. I'm still waiting for images of the final table to emerge. I definitely win the most ridiculously dressed award.
I let it all go. With poker people. And it was one of the funnest times I've had in awhile. So there you go, walk of shame aside, not only do I love poker people on the felt, I love them behind the bar. Thanks for the good times ya'll.
So, I have never been known for being 'a lady,' or knowing when to say the right thing, or knowing when to say nothing for that matter. Then, if you add in several glasses, or should I say bottles of chardonnay, it can really go the direction of probably a little bit offensive. I actually think people have referred to it as THE SARAH GRANT SHOW. Funny thing about it, it happens the worst when I am playing poker. After I took third at one of the Golden Nugget Grand Events I woke up with several regrets about the final table. There were at least two spots where I know I made the wrong fold or the wrong shove. But, all in all, I got drunk, had fun and came home richer. Good day off.
Oh no, I was about to have a talking to. I won't say by who, but let me just say this person knows me well and saw the whole thing go down. Apparently they were trying to cut me off. They told me a few times I was out of line. (I don't think this is true.) But the truth is: NO ONE STOPPED ME!! So if I was such a menace, why didn't someone punish me? I see people get penalties all day for silly accidents and I am causing an enormous scene and I don't get punished until the next day by my significant other. oh geez it slipped.
Here is my theory: Woman can do those things and it is funny.
Because woman are supposed to be timid and cute and demure, everyone is so shocked when a woman is vulgar and aggressive and offensive. Thus, when they see this, it is more like entertainment than it is something that causes an actual problem. There is nothing actually scary about me at a poker table. But I will talk some trash, boy!!! If I was a man, I would have been asked to leave I think, or probably gotten my butt beat down.
Example 1: I told the guy in the one seat, who I had been casually referring to as baby face all day, (finding nickname to alienate the other players from being real people in your mind is a key to this kind of trash talking), that I was going to take his girlfriend. She wasn't even that good looking. In fact she was a little overweight and her breasts were hanging everywhere. It doesn't matter, for shock value I want to make them both a little bit uncomfortable while simultaneously making all the guys at the table crazy. If a man were to say he was going to take someones girlfriend, I think that ends in fists flying.
Example 2: There was a guy there from Sweden who didn't agree to pay out the bubble. I thought this was very rude and decided his nickname would be mother f*#-er. I called him this all night while making fun of him every time he did anything. When he would raise I would say in my best (worst) Swedish accent, "oh really, mother f---er, in your ridiculous yellow shirt, you want to raise. I have a an idea. I re-raise. Want to borrow a tampon." I'm sure the crowd that had developed at this point shockingly even though it was 4am was just thinking, "where did they get this girl....she is completely insane."
I think when they cut me off I just started storing drinks under my chair. Any yes, of course I eventually spilled one.
Obviously the joke is on me. I came to the final table the chip leader and ended up with third because you can only be SO drunk an still play good poker. I had managed it for over 12 hours but into hour 16 I was waning. The only thing that kept plaguing me after was....if I was so unruly, how did I get by?
Being a woman. I run so good.