It's Sunday, and I decided to stay another day in AC and make the degenerate's commute back to D.C. in the morning. Harrah's crushed me Friday night and all day Saturday. No sweet, sweet machines were to be had. By mid-afternoon yesterday, I was down about a grand, and didn't even feel like playing anymore. The video poker was just a constant and consistent suck. So, I cabbed over to Ceasars to grab an early dinner at Morton's, with the plan of finally playing the 7:00 pm guarantee over at Bally's WSOP Room. However, when I got to Bally's, they were announcing that the guarantee was cancelled. Um. Seriously? Someone needs to explain the concept of a "guarantee" to the fine folks at Caesars! So much for Bally's plan of developing a major room on the boardwalk to compete with Borgata. Seems like an epic fail....
So I ended up walking down the boardwalk to Showboat to waste a few hours playing the $65 buy-in. I was already pretty drunk, and had no plans of actually playing good poker. However, 8 hours and many beers later, there I was, at the final table with by far the biggest stack, chopping for around $2,000 . . .
I'm still not really sure how it happened. Frankly, I don't remember too much of it. I do recall waking up with aces a couple of times in big spots near the end. That sort of helps. I don't even recall the bubble. By then, I had such a big stack I couldn't have cared less about it. I spent most of the final table knocking down my chip stack, and restacking . . . and trying to find room on the table for my delicious beverage. I was pretty much a mess. I can't imagine what the rest of the final table was thinking. My performance was surely all luck. But I'll take it.
And now, back to monkey mashing some sweet, sweet machines!
LET'S GO RANGERS!