Well, why didn't I get up? I was GOING to get up, but I was moved to the second must move table, and it was pretty juicy. Call me greedy, yes, and as soon as I moved to the game, I picked up two black aces. And then I proceeded to get crushed for the next hour. Next hand 77, next hand KK. Boom that's $500 gone right there. I turned the nut flush, lost to a boat. Ugh. I managed to call it a day around 10 am on Sunday, up a paltry $2. I wasn't very happy.
Determined to grind out a profit, I arrived at the game late Sunday afternoon. Within 2 hours I was stuck $1k. After grabbing a quick bite to eat, I was in for $1600. I wanted to choke myself for not leaving Saturday night, but I can't hop in my DeLorean and change that. Then some time around 9pm my cards started to hold up. Flopped a couple of sets and my big pairs started to win. By 2 am I was up $400 for my session and the trip.
Here's my hand of the weekend:
I 3 bet with AA, Dan and Han are along for the ride. Han leads a flop of J96, two clubs. I pop him and say, "Queen ten of clubs no good, sir." Dan folds, and Han calls me down. Turn is a 6. Han calls my bet again and the river brings an 8. He checks and I call out "Aces." He shows me QT of clubs. Natch.