Another year has come and gone in my world. Overall, 2007 was probably the best year I’ve ever had, but there were a lot of highs and lows. In this blog entry I’m going to give it very short shrift, but I will try to give you the general idea. Also you will see a lot of close-ups of the upper half of my face. Here goes.
January: Inauspicious to say the least. I go to the Bahamas and get slaughtered at poker. I’m bored, so I proceed to get slaughtered at craps, too. I come home annoyed. I finish off the month by playing a few tournaments at the Borgata Winter Open and I don’t win a dime. My momentum from late 2006 is officially gone.
February: I take trips to Vegas and Puerto Rico but neither one has much to do with poker. When I do manage to play, I continue to hemorrhage money. I’m not liking 2007 so far.
March: I go to the WSOP Circuit at Caesar’s AC and to a Foxwoods WPT event. And I get slaughtered. Now more worried than annoyed, I’m starting to think that maybe I suck at poker, and I’m out of reasons for why I’m constantly losing, so I do what any rational person would do: I decide that I won’t cut my hair until I have a five-figure payday.
By the end of the month, I look like this.
April: I host a poker tutorial and meet John Starks. Unfortunately, my poker results still resemble his shooting percentage in Game 7 of the 1994 NBA Finals. I decide to play a lot of online poker and have mixed results. Nothing near five figures is happening. 2007 is a big washout so far. Maybe this no-haircut thing wasn’t a great idea. Now I look like this:
May: I manage my first substantive cash of the year, but it amounts to peanuts compared to what any self-respecting poker pro should be making, and it ain’t five figures. The WSOP is coming up soon, and I’ve been a dismal failure for five full months. I start to experiment with my game, but the results remain the same. By the end of May, it is time to head for Vegas for the WSOP, and I am bearing an eerie, uncanny, almost prescient resemblence to the bad guy in the yet-to-be released No Country For Old Men. Oh dear.
June: I decide that growing out a long, disgusting, greasy head of hair isn’t enough of a reminder of how much I suck, so I pronounce that June 2007 shall be the “month of reckoning.” This ensures that I will jump out my window if the month ends without some kind of major score. I guess it was just the kind of pressure I needed, because that was when it happened. I final table a WSOP Event, come within a rivered two-outer of winning a bracelet, and I take home a quarter million dollars. A week or two later, I tack on a second sizeable WSOP cash for good measure. Poker is easy. Now I look like this:
July: Newly shorn, I do absolutely nothing in the WSOP Main Event. Nevertheless, I’m feeling pretty self-satisfied and smug, so I take a long break from poker.
August: I go to Turning Stone and play quite well, racking up a bunch of wins in multitable satellites, but I don’t do a whole lot in the preliminary or main events up there. I’m still playing well, so I decide to make a nice online score as well. Then football season arrives and I forget all about poker for several weeks while I nerd it up in preparation for my fantasy drafts.
September: Borgata has another WPT Event. I never win jack shit at Borgata. Never ever. I get slaughtered.
October: Not much poker happens. I watch football, go to Europe with Janeen and spend the last week of the month finally getting back to business at Foxwoods with mixed results.
November: I make my second big score of the year, finishing second in a preliminary event at the Foxwoods WPT. What a country. Man, poker is easy. Now I look like this (I’m the guy on the left):
December: Nothing good happens. That’s okay, I’ve had a great year.
Which brings us to 2008. My poker goal for 2008 is pretty simple. Just come close to replicating 2007. That shouldn’t be a tough assignment, because poker is an easy game.