Since my last personal update, I failed to cash in the main event at Caesar’s, then mostly banged my head against a wall, i.e., played a lot of online poker.
Now I’m back at the familiar scene of many triumphs (including my first big score) and failures (including my one true meltdown). Foxwoods.
This place has a lot of perks. Free internet, donks a-plenty, good food options, nice accomodations, and professionally run tournamnets.
Also there are drawbacks. They never comp me a room up here, I’m stuck paying the poker rate, which is a still rather steep $150 per on weeknights. The tournaments start at an hour that many poker players, including myself, are unaccostomed to: 10:00 AM. And there is nothing to see or do when I’m not playing poker. At least in Atlantic City I can go to the White House or walk around on the boardwalk. Here, the options are 1) play poker and 2) sleep.
Speaking of sleep, I need some badly right now. I woke up at an unnatural hour so that I could get up here in time for today’s event, a $300 shootout. All for naught, as I quickly went bust in the first round of the thing. Oh well.
I usually leave this place with more money than I came with. Hopefully this trip is no exception.