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Well, to be honest, I really don't have much to report. I felt like writing a blog, and now that I have started I'm kinda struggling with material here. I guess I can start by saying that I found a lot of irony in re-reading my last two blogs. The second last one was regarding the biggest tournament win of my life. Probably my most favourite entry and most positive and exciting blog that I have written. Certainly my biggest win of my life to date. My last blog was the exact polar opposite. It was about the worst possible poker experience of my life. I don't think I use to write blogs as far back as when I was 19. However, the only situation that came close to this, as far as bad poker experiences go, would of been when I bubbled twice on Monte Carlo tournament packages. This was an extremely big deal five years ago, and I was not as experienced in feeling the disappointment that poker so often throws at you. What a drama case I was though after my mistype, or misclick, or whatever you want to call it last blog. Boarderline embarrassing. I guess I added a smidge of flair on the actual state of mind I was in. I was pissed and super upset and sad about it. But, the next day I was fine. Actually, the only thing I regretted the next day was not going out with my friends to party in Toronto. What it all comes down to, is shit happens. It's obviously a lot easier to shrug off after a big win too. But, even still, poker is just like life in so many ways. It really is true that whatever doesn't kill you will only make you stronger. An experience like this is like a reality check. It makes you feel that hurt; that sting that makes the good times all the more better. Plus, now when I lose, I can say, “Ya, that sucked, but hey, I've felt worse”. The WCOOP (World Championship of Online Poker) has been going on since Sept 3rd. I've played almost no poker since it started except events in this. It runs until Sept 20th and I've played almost all the events. I did not realize how draining and awful this really was. It's really making me realize how so much of the majority of the time I actually hate playing. Sure, it's fun once your deep in the money, but that very rarely happens. I'm playing amazing and I think my game has done a complete positive 180 in the last 6 months. However, it's still just annoying, and it's still work, and Sunday when it's finished can't come sooner enough. I don't know how these MTT (multi-table tournament) grinders do it. Anyone who says that shit isn't work is crazy! It's literally sitting in front of your computer all day doing repetitive shit. It's all pretty cut and dry and the tough spots don't happen near enough to make it exciting. Maybe it'd be a lot more fun with more tables, but more then likely it would just be even more exhausting. No thank, that's not the life for me. When this is over I'm taking a monster break. From a recreational perspective, I'll probably go to Aruba Poker Classic in early october for a week. It's getting a little too cold around these parts, and I haven't hit the Ocean in a while. I'll obviously play the $5000 main event there, but that's probably it. I won't be playing any side games or other tournaments. It'll definitely just be vacation time. From a business perspective, things are looking super bright and exciting. I think I've decided for the most part that I don't want to get too personal and be so specific regarding this. Mainly though, it's just kinda boring, so why bother. The time I have at home will be the usual during the winter. A TON of sports! My Raiders were back in business with a devastating loss on Monday Night. Let's not talk about that. Well, actually, I'll say one thing. That game reminded me why I became a fan many years ago. We have the most passionate crazy ass fans in the league. On the whiter side, we have the Penguins start up the season soon to defend our Stanley Cup! It's going to be a hell of a season and I can't wait. I've never had a team I love make it to the Stanley Cup Finals, let alone win. I was always scared that if it ever happened I'd feel like I was content, and there would be nothing more for me to wish for. However, it's quite the contrary. I didn't realize how much more excited it makes you. I see myself watching almost every single game this season. It's going to be amazing. Point being, sports are back, and I LOVEEEE sports! Other then sports, I plan on playing a lot of tennis, and working out a lot, and just chilling. Lots of partying as usual and hopefully eating a little more healthier. I lost all the weight I gained and am happy again with my weight and % body fat. I'm sure a lot of it has to do with the crazy intense tennis that Alexey and I have been playing. That reminds me, it's almost 3 am and were playing tomorrow morning so it's bed time for me. Pace fuori tutti!
I guess there comes a time in everyone's life that they do something incredibly stupid, and all they want to do is go back in time and take it back. When I think of what I just did, it reminds me of all the familiar famous celebrity's of my generation who went and made some serious “mistakes”. Just off the top of my head, three come to mind. Michael Vick was a large part of a dog fighting ring that destroyed his career. Martha Stewart got involved with inside trading. Chris Brown ruthlessly beat his beautiful girlfriend. These are 3 examples of the many mainstream people who made a mistake, a big and terrible one, and must live with the consequences of it. Now thankfully what I did wasn't illegal and wasn't heartless. No, it wasn't in the same ballpark as these three people. It was just something as simple as clicking the wrong button by an accident. Today in the largest buy-in tournament of my life, the $10,000 buy-in High Roller WCOOP event, I misclicked. Instead of typing in “1333” I typed in “13333” and put a large chunk of my stack in the middle. Unfortunately, a player woke up with Aces and shoved me and I made a very questionable call. Actually, the more I think about it, I made a pretty awful call. Regardless, the point is, I fucked up by typing in the wrong number and it culminated into this. The hand is shown here... http://www.pokerhand.org/? 4666348 Had I not done this I would of had a very healthy stack that was above average. I would of been in cruise control to get the minimum prize of $22,000 and a very good shot at winning the $600,000+ first place prize. I must say this is a pretty new feeling. A bad beat hurts, but it's part of the game. A bad play hurts, but it's part of the game too. Both of these hurt tremendously and can destroy people. However, as a veteran poker player, I've learnt to deal with them as they come. If bad enough, they do hurt, but it doesn't take long to shrug it off and just take a deep breathe and say, “oh well, it's part of the game”. What I just did is not part of the game. I completely fucked up and gave away my entire stack. Honestly, I'm in so much shock I don't even know what to feel. I know 10 minutes ago when it happened, I felt like I just got shot. It's really just something us poker players do in our nightmares. The fact that it actually happened to me, is literally, beyond belief. I'm so hurt, I'm so embarrassed, and I'm a complete fucking moron. I already punched myself in the face, but, that's not enough. How do I play and win the FTOPS drunk and not do something like this, but when I'm stone cold sober I make this inexcusable mistake. I thought writing about this would help, it hasn't. I don't know what's going to help. I'm sure I'll snap out of it eventually. Maybe realize how lucky I am to be able to misclick for 10's of thousands of dollars (maybe hundreds of thousands) and not have my life ruined because of it. But not right now. Right now I don't know what to feel besides the most gut wrenching feeling of my entire life. I'm sorry to those who wanted me to do well and had financial interest in me. I'm sorry to myself, I really fucked up, I'm really sorry. My friends were going to come over tonight and watch me play. We were going to put some serious beers back and have a great night. Possibly ride to my biggest final table of my career. I played flawless all tournament to get my stack to where it was. Things were looking so good. Win or lose I'm sure it would of been a fun time. Instead, I feel like I'm almost fighting back tears and my jaw is still on the floor. This has to be a bad dream. Someone pinch me please. I want to wake up now.
Zettel: “Hey Doja, think I can get 1% of you?” It was a joke. I was already half in the bag. I had about 9000 chips after a car ride to Toronto with Alexey driving. I was playing on my laptop with my rogers wireless 3g stick. My stack was a little below average, and my mood was completely set on partying and going out, not playing poker. Me: “Sure bro, that'll be $9, first place is 250k so lets win some money” Zettel: “sick, were going to ship it” And... guess what... we did. It was a beautiful day yesterday. Alexey and I hit the tennis courts and had an epic battle. I won the first set 7-6, he smoke showed me in the second set 6-0, then we had the last and final set yesterday. It went back and fourth and we ended up in yet another tie break, but this time for the match. After being completely deflated by losing the first 5 points, I came back with 7 in a row and won the tie-break and the match. It was a good start to the day. Zettel was pretty jacked to go party for some reason. We still really don't know why, it was a wednesday night and he had to work at 7 in the morning on Thursday. But hey, nice weather gets people excited, and I must say I am one of those people. The problem was I really wanted to play the $300 rebuy FTOPS event. I thought I was just going to skip it, but then I realized, you know what, I have this rogers wireless stick, lets just drive down, I'll play on the way up, and I'll play super aggro and if I go deep I'll just skip the club. The rogers stick worked unreal and I didn't lose connection once the entire tournament. The drive up was smooth and we started pounding the beers hard once we got to Toronto. There was a problem though that kinda put a damper on my plans. I didn't bust. I kept running people over with my “wanna go to the bar” aggression and ran up a huge stack that was over double the average. I had the tournament on the big screen and everyone had a real good time watching me. We pounded beers with every pot win and the night wore on. Suddenly, it was almost 1 am and we had bottle service waiting for us at this new really sick club called Cobra. It was “Venom Wednesdays” which meant $100 bottles and lots of cute girls. Everyone prepared to go to the club and I just couldn't miss out. I decided, with 60k chips (started with 1500) and over double the average stack, there was really only one solution. The way I figured it was we had bottles, right? Which meant we had a place to sit, right? Well then, what's stopping me from playing at the club? Yup, we hit the streets with the laptop and walked to the club and I had full intentions of playing at the club while continuing the excessive drinking. The problem was we arrived too late and we didn't have a bottle anymore and the club was completely packed. The club looked super good though, I'm pretty sure we know where we are going next wednesday. Stuck now with no where to drink we decided just to hit up Gretzky's. That was closed though! So we were kinda torn on what to do. I didn't wanna go to a place where I couldn't sit down and play so I just decided I should go back to the condo. Sharpe and Elliot joined me and Alexey, Zettel, and Joe went to go somewhere else. The rest, as they say, is history. With Sharpe and Alexey by my side all night I played, well, ridiculous really. Usually it's hard to not be timid with your gut feelings, but I was pretty wasted and I just decided I was going to play the whole thing on feel. I played very unorthodox to my usual play style and kicked the aggression into 6th gear. Sharpe and Alexey would plead with me not to make some of the 3 bets and light 4 bet shoves, but I just wouldn't stop. I made an insane amount of plays at pots when I sensed weakness, which I usually sometimes opt to pass on and wait for better opportunities. However, it seemed every single time my read was right this tournament. I literally did not have to win any flips or do anything crazy and grinded a super healthy stack all the way to the final couple tables. Not once did I get caught either and have to suck out. It really was, without question, the proudest I've ever been of my play so far in a tournament. Which is nice, because usually I'm just a donkey. The final table (only 6 players it was a 6 max tournament) shaped out to be a real tough one. I had David Pham on my direct right, Moorman (in line for possible cardplayer online player of the year), and 3 other really solid dudes. Then I finally got the one time! With 4 players left, Moorman opened my big blind as usual. He was super, ridiculously aggresive. Quite possibly one of the toughest I've ever had to play against. I 3 bet him with 10/10, he 4 bet me, and I standardly put on my shovers to put him to the test. He snap called me with QQ in what was now a 2.5 million chip pot. I was either gonna suck out and be chip leader or go busto. I screamed hard for a 10, and I got it. My only suckout of the tournament, and by far the biggest beat I've ever laid on someone in my life. I pulled off the miracle and I wasn't out, I had 2.5 million chips and I felt like nothing could stop me. Nothin did. Sure enough it came down to heads up with Moorman and I. We paused the tournament and decided to discuss a deal. The deal was really interesting. He had about 3.4 million chips to my 2.3 million. I know I was a big dog, but I still felt really good. As many of you know I play almost exclusively heads up for my daily grind. I feel like this is by far the strongest part of my game. Moorman is no doubt a world class player. I will give him complete respect and say he may of played the best game I've ever seen anyone play in my life. Regardless, I still have so much experience in the heads up area, that I think I still had a pretty signifigant edge He offered me a really fair deal though that I couldn't refuse. If I had a massive bankroll I probably would of declined. However, 1st was 246k and 2nd was 164k and I really didn't feel like playing heads up for over 80k, even if it probably was the best value. After about 15 mins, and lots of debate, we came to a deal. He gave me a few thousand extra; I took about 194k, and he took about 204k and we played for $12,000. I think I made a really good deal considering our chip counts and considering he is really one of the best. I most certainly was on my game in the heads up. Every value bet was on and it was capped off with the call of my career. Moorman made a super sick check-raise bluff on the river. The board was 5/2/6/ 5/7 with 3 diamonds. He checked to me and I decided to make a really thin nice value bet of about 200k into a 600k pot with only A/2. However, then he raised me to 640k leaving himself only about 800k left. I tanked for the longest I tanked all tournament. It just didn't make sense unless he hit his flush on the river, but even then I thought he would of taken the lead on the turn with a flush draw. The only thing that made sense to me was a super sick awesome check-raise bluff by Moorman. In the SCOOP tournament on stars I laid down a major hand when I was bluffed. I thought I was good but I still folded and decided to wait for a better opportunity. That opportunity never came and I can say I deserved to lose. I had a chance to win, but I didn't go with my gut and call when I should of. I wasn't going to let this happen again. I made a complete feel call and he showed king high and I won the pot and crippled him. It's been a dream year or so with a 2nd and 3rd in the FTOPS and a 2nd in the SCOOP, and now, no more 2nd and 3rd curse. It was over after that and I went on to win my first major poker tournament and become a Full Tilt Online Poker Series champion. [Zettel awakes for work at 7 am, completely wasted still] Zettel: “What the fuck are you doing up still?” Alexey, Sharpe: “Man he's still playing, he's heads up right now, he's going to fucking win!” Zettel: “Unfuckingbelievable” Me: DUDE! You have 1%! Remember last night wasted you bought 1% for $9!!! Zettel: “Sweet mother of god...” (thanks so much for the support and congrats, really and truly love ya all, see ya around at my web site http://www.acespadesshow.com)