Of course in my unconventional life it turned out to be anything but...
Today's plan was a simple one. Rest. Take the day off. Clear the mind of any crap that was distressing me/getting me down/making me question myself. Lay by the pool, knock back a screwdriver or two, read a book, have a paddle, think nice thoughts, maybe manage an agreeable meal later. The sum total of my efforts today was going to be maybe popping to the Rio later on to buy in to flight D of the Colossus event, which starts in a few days. I'm already in flight B, and as you know I've steered clear of any extra bullets thus far in the trip (I'm only 2 events in), but the $5m guarantee, which is going to get smashed even for a $565 buy-in makes this one worth firing again at if need be. Registration and the lines will be an enormous clusterfuck on the day as thousands clamour for a seat, so my preferred MO is to go over to the 24 hour cage in theRio during the wee small hours and do the deed in peace and quiet, without a line of know it all knob-jockeys telling you how they played A9 really well when it flopped 9-9-2.
That was the plan.
This morning I was up about 8.30 am. My buddy Chad works the door on one of the Las Vegas nightclubs, and wanted to put in a gym session, so in the interests of dual motivation and me becoming less blob-like, I concurred, and off we went. I'm getting back into it pretty gently, being an old man and all that (actually someone I knew about 15-20 years ago recently hooked up with me on Facebook. Their first line was "why the fuck haven't you aged?" lol). I did about 25 mins of cardio, some leg, back, biceps on the machines, stretches and crunches. Probably an hours workout or so, whist Chad was over bench pressing the equivalent of a Ford Taurus. It's all good. Eat a bit less, move around more. I think that's the key, and the way I've been feeling inside lately, it's certainly extra good for the mind as well as the body.
Anyways, after that my plan for a restful day went truly tits up.
Today's plan was a simple one. Rest. Take the day off. Clear the mind of any crap that was distressing me/getting me down/making me question myself. Lay by the pool, knock back a screwdriver or two, read a book, have a paddle, think nice thoughts, maybe manage an agreeable meal later. The sum total of my efforts today was going to be maybe popping to the Rio later on to buy in to flight D of the Colossus event, which starts in a few days. I'm already in flight B, and as you know I've steered clear of any extra bullets thus far in the trip (I'm only 2 events in), but the $5m guarantee, which is going to get smashed even for a $565 buy-in makes this one worth firing again at if need be. Registration and the lines will be an enormous clusterfuck on the day as thousands clamour for a seat, so my preferred MO is to go over to the 24 hour cage in theRio during the wee small hours and do the deed in peace and quiet, without a line of know it all knob-jockeys telling you how they played A9 really well when it flopped 9-9-2.
That was the plan.
This morning I was up about 8.30 am. My buddy Chad works the door on one of the Las Vegas nightclubs, and wanted to put in a gym session, so in the interests of dual motivation and me becoming less blob-like, I concurred, and off we went. I'm getting back into it pretty gently, being an old man and all that (actually someone I knew about 15-20 years ago recently hooked up with me on Facebook. Their first line was "why the fuck haven't you aged?" lol). I did about 25 mins of cardio, some leg, back, biceps on the machines, stretches and crunches. Probably an hours workout or so, whist Chad was over bench pressing the equivalent of a Ford Taurus. It's all good. Eat a bit less, move around more. I think that's the key, and the way I've been feeling inside lately, it's certainly extra good for the mind as well as the body.
Anyways, after that my plan for a restful day went truly tits up.
A couple of Las Vegas friends recently bought their first house. It's turned into a bit of a fixer upper and a few of their tradesmen have recently let them down, leaving them with a lot of jobs unfinished, and moving day already upon them. I'm pretty handy when it comes to most DIY things, though I like to avoid plumbing and electrical on a particularly big scale, especially in the U.S. as they do things funny over here. Anyway, they needed some jobs doing, so I ended up fitting door locks, ceiling vents and doing various other odd jobs with no working a/c for a few hours at the house, which was less than fun in the desert heat, but good for the soul as they're friends and good people and mushy though it sounds, I'm sometimes all about the good karma. All might not agree, but I'm basically always ready to pitch in if I can and save the day, or at least not make it worse...and especially in poker rooms I see players who are happy to be unpleasant rather than nice for pretty much no reason, which I always found puzzling. Corny though it sounds, it's nice to be nice. Maybe somewhere along the line fate will decide I can have a 6 figure win and a few months lying on a beach to balance things up...who knows?
Tomorrow the campaign for me cracks on, with a $350 one day event at the Golden Nugget downtown, with a $100k guaranteed prize pool, followed by the $565 WSOP Colossus the following day at 6pm. Cross your fingers, toes and bra straps please, and thanks for the nice messages x
Tomorrow the campaign for me cracks on, with a $350 one day event at the Golden Nugget downtown, with a $100k guaranteed prize pool, followed by the $565 WSOP Colossus the following day at 6pm. Cross your fingers, toes and bra straps please, and thanks for the nice messages x
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