"You know I could rent you out as a decoy for duck hunters?"
Tonight I chatted with Hoy and played some poker. Oh, and I cashed in the FTOPS Event #1. Not a sexy cash. No commas involved, just a few healthy virtual C-Notes for outlasting approximately 3700 other slobbos (and/or Phil Gordon). It's a nice padding to my roll, but not the roll-dwarfing, 'pay off the house and set up the college fund' kind of cash I was going for, either.
But here's the thing. I slept through the bubble. Virtually speaking, that is. Because with a nice above-average stack and a nice image on my table my computer just went away. Bye bye. No internet connection. Reboot. Nada. Cycle the modem. The modem laughs.
So I called them. The recorded voice suggested that they were having higher than expected call volume, and if I was having trouble connecting to the internet, I should consider skipping the phone wait and instead pay a visit their website to troubleshoot.
I'll repeat that.
They told me to get on the Internet. To troubleshoot. The fact that I couldn't get on the Internet.
It's at times like these, my friends, when I am ashamed to be a mammal.
Finally the guy gets on the phone.
"Yes sir we're doing a regularly-scheduled maintenance in your area."
"All right, so how long before I'm back on?"
"Usually this type of maintenance will take until eight in the morning."
"OK, and you warned me by . . . how? Exactly how?"
He shifted into robot mode. "I-am-very-sorry-sir-I-do-sympathize-for-the-inconvenience-but . . ."
"It's a little more than an inconvenience."
"You said it was regularly scheduled maintenance. Don't you kind of get warned by your regular schedule?"
"I-am-very-sorry-sir-I-do-sympathize-with . . ."
"Is-there-anything-more-I-can . . ."
I bite back what I'm thinking (No, you've already done so MUCH). This guy has a bad job, and I can only make it worse by staying on the line. He didn't do this.
"No thanks. Good bye."
At this point I've been off for about 20 minutes. I am dejected. I try one last time to get on the server. It works. Talk about your one outers. I'd lost about a third of my chips. My M was around 6. And . . . the bubble had burst. I was in the money. Least and most stressful bubble, ever. I got on, managed to get all my money in ahead by about 88% with AQ vs. AJ but chopped instead when the case Ace fell.
I'll never know what the black hole of service gained me or cost me. Maybe I autofolded Aces that would have been cracked before the bubble. Maybe I lost a chance to quadruple up. Impossible to say. I'm very happy with my play. There's one hand near the end I'd like to have back (a silly C-bet with a steal hand that missed on a board that screamed 'check!').
Meanwhile, Hoy went on a roller coaster that . . . well, I'm sure he'll tell you about it. Batten down the hatches.
Cmitch is still alive and well. I wish him the best. Thanks to bayne and Alan for showing up to cheer my shortstack right before the end.
I don't have time these days to do a blow-by-blow, or a "12 major hands" breakdown. Too bad, so sad. I do so love writing them up. But we'll just have to settle for something like this.
Card dead card dead card dead did he just push his whole stack into my Kings with Ace high? card dead card dead Did he just min. raise to let me chase and hit my flush? Wow, I'm in 19th place out of 2900! I can't lose -- oh, I guess I CAN card dead card dead card dead card dead card dead card dead card dead card dead card dead card dead DESPERATE AQ PUSH RACE YYYEEEEEEEEAH . . . what is this? Reconnect! Reconnect!NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WHEW!!! Bubble? BUBBLE! W00T!
FoldfoldfoldSTEALfoldfoldSTEALfoldPUSH OH CRAP ACES IN THE BIG BLIND.
I hope we've all learned something valuable here today.