Middle of The Pack Rat

Finished smack-freakin'-dab in the middle of the pack in a blogger tourney again!

I'm taking it that this means that I'm an extremely average poker player.

I was crusing along fairly well. I got shortstacked and doubled up mid-way through the first round with an all-in with AQ offsuit (natch) vs. pocket 9's. Caught an A on the flop and didn't look back.

Bluffed a couple small pots. Got dealt cowboys twice with only limpers who folded to my post-flop min-bet, and aces once in the BB when everyone folded to me. Lots of good they were...

Got knocked out by "gunsandpoker" (the eventual winner of the tourney) when my AQc ran into his AKo and bumped me out. There were two clubs on the flop, so I prayed to the baby Jebus for one. more. club. He must have thought there was a 'better yes', because I was bounced from the tourney in 23rd place.

I got to give mad shout outs to Rage and TripJaxx, though, so that was cool.

Thanks to Poker Savvy for setting it up. Hopefully, there'll be more in the future!

I also had a weird dream last night that I was hanging out in the apartment I lived at in college with Dr. Pauly and Joe Speaker. We were all drinking Budweiser (a subconcious nod to Poker Champ, perschmaps?) and talking. The Dr. and Joe were trying to convince me to take Boy Genius' spot at the World Series of Poker. BG had won a ticket to the main event, and apparently couldn't make it for some unkown reason, and I was chosen to replace him. I begged off, saying that I was an extremely average poker player and wouldn't make it past the first day. They persisted, and suddenly the dream changed to me playing the first hand of the WSOP (Mike Matsow was at my table) and being dealt...you guessed it: AQc. That's when I woke up.

I think I peed the bed a little bit.

Oh, and my dream-instinct was to push. Man, I still have a lot work to do on my game if even subconciously I'm pushing with AQ.

Tonight: Twins vs. A's. Behind home plate. 15 rows up, yo.