I have a secret. Despite work going insane, and more and more things piling on my plate, I was kinda hoping sorta that I would be able to work things out and hit Vegas for the WSOP Triple Draw tournament. Even up to a couple of weeks ago, I held out a faint hope that I would be able to make it.
It wasn't to be.
I didn't think I would be as bummed, as I had known for a long time that I couldn't make it, and even at some points in time thought I didn't mind too much if I couldn't make it. But as the date got closer and closer I realised: I really fucking wanted to play in that thing.
Of course I'm wayyyyy out of practice with the game. And my bankroll is definitely not in a place where taking 2.5k out was going to be a small thing.
But still... I wanted to be there. Wanted to stare down tables of pros once again, and hopefully end up going deep once more.
Instead I've been flicking over my blog posts from last year, when I was caught up in the moment of holding my own with the big guys.
If you're interested, here are my posts from last year:Touchdown in VegasI Made the Second DayDone and DustedDisco Glasses at the WSOP
(some pics of me at the WSOP from Amy's
old site on PokerWorks, including the one below)