This was one for the ages, folks.
We got down to about eight players, and I was in the zone. Obviously none of you have felt this before, there are only a few athletes that can understand this kind of dominant feeling. Michael Jordan, Babe Ruth, Muhammad Ali, Wayne Gretzky come to mind.
I'm right up there in the Mount Rushmore of world-class athletes. Please respect that.
As I was saying, we got down to eight players, and I announced at the table everyone was playing for second place. I was not going to be denied, not on this day. I was seeing everything so crystal clearly. My reads were so focused, my opponents might as well have been holding their two cards up.
We got down to three players, and my chip lead had dwindled down a bit, as I was giving my opponents some false hope. At that time I decided it was time to pull off a maneuver that would have people talking about this tournament for years to come.
I was on the button with kings. The previous two times on the button I limped in with garbage, and each time Emily Haines, who was the big blind, re-raised me and I folded. I thought I would try again. I limped in with the Cowboys, the small blind called, and Emily, the one always whining about his misfortunes of playing on a rigged system decides to move all in. Just what I had hoped for. My trap had been set in such a beautiful fashion it brought a small tear to my eye.
I snap called.
Emily flipped over KQ, and was essentially drawing dead.
Goodbye Emily. See you next time.
After that, it was just a formality. My championship was on the precipice and I was not going to be denied.
About two hands into the heads up, my opponent waved the white flag. He tipped his cap to me, left his chips on the table, and declared it over. He shook my hand, announcing I was too good for him, and walked away.
What a lovely way to spend a Tuesday afternoon.
We got down to about eight players, and I was in the zone. Obviously none of you have felt this before, there are only a few athletes that can understand this kind of dominant feeling. Michael Jordan, Babe Ruth, Muhammad Ali, Wayne Gretzky come to mind.
I'm right up there in the Mount Rushmore of world-class athletes. Please respect that.
As I was saying, we got down to eight players, and I announced at the table everyone was playing for second place. I was not going to be denied, not on this day. I was seeing everything so crystal clearly. My reads were so focused, my opponents might as well have been holding their two cards up.
We got down to three players, and my chip lead had dwindled down a bit, as I was giving my opponents some false hope. At that time I decided it was time to pull off a maneuver that would have people talking about this tournament for years to come.
I was on the button with kings. The previous two times on the button I limped in with garbage, and each time Emily Haines, who was the big blind, re-raised me and I folded. I thought I would try again. I limped in with the Cowboys, the small blind called, and Emily, the one always whining about his misfortunes of playing on a rigged system decides to move all in. Just what I had hoped for. My trap had been set in such a beautiful fashion it brought a small tear to my eye.
I snap called.
Emily flipped over KQ, and was essentially drawing dead.
Goodbye Emily. See you next time.
After that, it was just a formality. My championship was on the precipice and I was not going to be denied.
About two hands into the heads up, my opponent waved the white flag. He tipped his cap to me, left his chips on the table, and declared it over. He shook my hand, announcing I was too good for him, and walked away.
What a lovely way to spend a Tuesday afternoon.
