Encouraged by the exploits of F-Train, I found myself playing a bit of 1/2 Razz online. Was running particularly well for a couple of hours, to the point where I was starting to become slightly deluded about how “easy” Razz was. Was only playing good starters (other than the obvious steal opportunities), and the right cards just kept coming. Was up over 30 big bets without encountering much strife at all. Then came the run of terrible cards. Either paint or a pair every hand, it seemed.
Finally, I picked up 6-3-2 which looked pretty sweet after such a long dry stretch. A player with an ace showing completed, and I went ahead and raised. Just the two of us left for fourth street.
You can guess how it went.
Razz is such a heartbreak. Ended up losing most of what I’d made before. Was ahead just a few bucks when I finally packed it in and called it a night.
Somehow ended up sleeping 13 solid hours, waking up much later than I’d hoped to this morning. Thus Day 20 of the WSOP began with me rushing over to the Rio for the noon start of today’s Event No. 34, the $1,500 Pot-Limit Omaha w/Rebuys event. Grabbed a coffee at the hallway stand on my way in, and three hours of rebuying frenzy later finally caught my breath.
Thought maybe I’d grab me another coffee, but when I stood up and reached in my pocket I realized I no longer had my wallet. Criminy. This could be much worse than catching kings on fourth and fifth.
I went back to the coffee stand, really the only possible place I could have left it. The cashier, Mary, recognized me immediately. She had turned the wallet over to Security. I spent the break dashing all over the Rio, finally recovering my wallet up at the Security podium in the Casino (a half-mile away from the Amazon).
A stone-faced officer spread out all of my credit cards and cash to see if it jibed with what was supposed to be there. “What, no one doubled my money?” I said, eliciting a suprising chuckle from the uniformed guard.
On my way back, I grabbed another coffee, tipping Mary a five spot for saving me a huge headache. Raced back to my perch here at the Amazon for seven more levels of PLO fun. More later.