I need a car!

So the vacation on the lake was awesome. I did some swimming, got some some, and got a few runs in on the wakeboard. Since I got back to Westie I have not done all that much. I went to the movies again, saw 30 minutes or less. I got up to Seabrook last night, which I will go into in a minute. Mostly I have been vegging out not doing much productive. I have been completely useless in my goal for fitness this summer, I still hope to get into it before I'm back at NU in September but I have a week in Vegas and now am trying to help plan a couple of days in NY to visit a friend who lives there. Despite living in Boston my entire life I have never been to NYC and if we go this week (my friend actually lives a bit north of the city) I will be crossing that off of the list of places I have never been. So with all of that up in the air I kind of doubt I will get into a serious habit of working out again, especially considering I didn't go yesterday despite having nothing to do for the majority of the day.

There were/are several events during the Foxwoods Mega Stack that I was looking forward to playing, but the realization that neither Finch (my best friend who usually comes to play poker with me) have a car has hit us pretty hard post black friday. Seabrook is 45minutes-1hour away and Foxwoods is twice that. My parents work mon-fri and it's pretty rare that I can get a car from them during the week. Finches parents have less rigid work schedules but a) still need their cars the majority of the time and b) seem to be worried about the amount of time we have devoted to playing poker. While their worries are not groundless I feel like they aren't being completely objective. The fact is, gambling has a negative stigma and I think they tend to overlook the fact that both finch and I are proven winners at Seabrook over a 3 year sample size and revert more toward societal sayings such as "the house always wins" (doesn't even apply to poker because players are not playing against the house). There is a valid case that we could stand to be more well-rounded but we did just get back from a week on the lake swimming, wake boarding and fishing. Also during the summer alot of our Northeastern friends are not in town, making partying it up every weekend less of an attractive option. The fact is that poker is an intellectually stimulating challenge, and because the player pools in the games that we play in are made up of almost entirely idiots (at least in regard to correct poker strategy) we are also very profitable in our hobby. Long story short. . . . I need a car, the only way I see myself getting one any time soon is by binking some big tournament (probably north of 15k) and so all I can really do is continue playing/ improving and hope I run good in a big event.

We didn't go to Seabrook until 7PM since thats is when we could get a car. We played the $80 mtt, which I played very bad in. I was just in an aggressive mood and was knowingly making -EV opens. I had a mildly entertaining bust out hand however. there is a limp from the button and I make it 4 X with 77 from the SB and the BB (a loose player who had been calling my raises all day because he'd seen me be super aggro in the past (further proof that my opening soo wide before being a bad idea)) called , the limper folded. Now I know he peggs me as a spewtard, and he is making atrociously bad calls pre with hands like 96o where he will overvalue top pair if he gets it. The flop comes 2 5 J and I know he is going to peel all pairs and some A highs so I cbet for value and he calls. The turn brings a pretty harmless looking K and I have just under a pot sized bet left in my stack and shove for value. He calls very quickly and I pretty confidently say I have pocket sevens. He says "Ohh, that's good" and looks genuinely suprised when heturns over his own hand and reveals that he has a K5 for two pair!. He laughs and apologizes and explains he thought he had A5, It didn't bother me at all and in fact it means that my value shoving 77 was the right play there. I get the car keys from Finch and go down the street to the other poker room because they get off SnGs more consistently.

Upon seeing that SnG registration will be really slow due to the 9PM turbo I decide to register for that. I am fairly quickly involved in my first pot. Everyone is 4K deep and blinds are 25/50, there are 5 limps in front of me and I am on the button with JJ and make the 8X iso to 400 (I remember thinking that this was too big and I should make it like 300 or 350 to encourage action) the SB and 2 of the limpers call (lol I guess I could have made it 500 or 600) The flop comes a very pretty looking 552 and it checks over to me and I bet 1000. All players except one of the EP limpers folds and he calls. Now, I was planning on making a shove on the turn but I changed that plan when he called because I picked up a bit of a live tell on him. When he called he did so very nonchalantly, in fact I was very confident that there was 0% chance he thought about raising and 0% chance he thought about folding, on this type of texture I believe that to be a pocket pair a huge % of the time and since he would have let me know by now if he had QQ-AA I knew he was 2 outting. The turn was a Q, which if I was right about his range changes nothing but if he has weak pocket pairs such as 33-77 he might find a fold when I shove so I made the dumb live turn bet, that people always do playing live, and made it 1000 again. (I prob should make it 1200-1600 but I feel like when he peels flop and I make it 1000 again he pretty much never folds) He calls and the river brings a 2, now this card really shouldn't scare him at all since I can never have a 2 8xing it pre, but when I shoved my last 2300 he folded. I figured hed put me on AK and call with a small pocket pair but who knows maybe he thought I could have a 2, people are dumb.

After that I won one other medium sized stack to put me at 9000, with 5 minutes left in the 50/100 level. It is at this time that Finch calls me and let me know he busted the 7PM at the other poker room and he wants me to come pick him up, I try to tell him to be ready since Im in a turbo but he hangs up to quick since he was borrowing a cell phone to call me. I dart over to the other room and fairly maliciously go through red light on my way there, it was only yellow for 1 second I figured it would be like 3 since the speed limit was 45. When I get there I see no-one waiting outside which is confirmation that Finch didn't hear me at the end of our conversation. To tilt me even more I get into the room and see him playing FUCKING 2-4 LIMT HOLDEM of all the god awefull things to be doing. He quickly cashes out and rushes to the car as I tell him that I am by far the best friend in the world, and deserve infinite amounts of friend points. When I am back I play 3 hands in about 2 orbits 1 of which I steal the blinds and the other 2 where I get 3 outed for considerable amounts of BBs. To tilt me even more, Finch, who was only in the turbo because of my sacrificial act of friendship gets 2nd in the tourney after running like GOD for 2 hours and he secures a winning trip.

Luckily I turn the night around by winning a SnG for $240, locking up a MASSIVE $47 dollar profit playing poker for the evening, $20 of which I donked off on the roulette table when I was tilted at how long it was taking the SnG to fill. All in all it was a pretty "mehhh" trip to NH, but hey it sure as hell beats losing.