There are no off days: Days 41-54
Sunday April 17th-Friday April 30th: I haven't written lately for two main reasons. The first is that after Black Friday I lost all sense of routine and wasn't sure whether I was supposed to even be making any comments on the matter. I got out everything I wanted to say about it the first time around, so I'll mostly lay off that. The second is that I went to WPT Florida at the Hard Rock casino and forgot my laptop which was not delivered to me by Truck Dan days later.
I spent my time in Vegas after Black Friday feeling confused but hopeful. I decided that since I didn't have to grind well into the evening anymore I should aim to work out twice a day now, so I often begin my morning like normal by having a session of lifting with Shon then come back to the gym in the evening to do 30-40 minutes on a stationary bike just to accelerate my heart rate and metabolism again each day. I've been mostly good about the diet in Vegas, but there have been some days in Florida where I got pretty sloppy. I'm good about keeping my meals clean, but now and then someone busts out some bad-ass snack or tells you she baked fresh cookies immediately post smoke and you're just done for. I never binge too hard though, and there's still been plenty of the days where I've been very clean. Training with Shon has been great and I can tell how good he is at getting every last second of effort from me without ever being a dick about it. The Thursday I left for Florida we did the Spartacus work out in the afternoon and he pushed me through four circuits, which was awful and enormously satisfying at the same time and took our entire hour together. Because I've had more time available to me I've added some core work to the routine three days a week and the length of time in the gym has gone up perhaps 20 minutes a session on all lifting days except legs. Like pretty much everyone who lifts regularly, I just try and get through leg day as quickly and painlessly as possible then get the hell out of there.
When possible I've also tried to keep myself busy and progressing in poker. As I'd mentioned I had a great deal of bankroll online but thanks to the increasing confidence in cash outs the situation has loosened. Still, I thought it would be smart to start shifting towards live grinding as soon as possible so I started playing live 5/10 on the strip not long after Black Friday. I ran hot and had every bluff work my first session at the Bellagio and won around $2500, then lost a $180 back the next day at the Venetian after having busted their $550 Deep Stack event by losing a large coin flip. I'd like to try to keep learning during the month leading up to the WSOP, but obviously some of my more traditional tools have been made less useful. I've still got plenty of hand histories I could go over with guys I respect plus videos I should make time to watch, so that's a start. I also wouldn't mind reading a few poker books that I've heard highly recommended to me that I never got around to reading because they came after the period in which I spent a lot of time learning the game through that medium. I enjoy having more time to read in general, and have lately gone through stuff like "The Big Short" from author Michael Lewis; a look at the guys who figured out the financial crash was coming and how everyone inside it managed to fuck up and fail to see the inevitable. Going in I had only a moderate understanding of the financial crisis after many hours of news programming in the form of Comedy Central plus viewing the documentary "The Inside Job", and the more thorough explanation in the book left me with a feeling of…"Wait…really???". This is especially because the story of our crisis essentially closes with everyone at the top of the food chain getting rich in the end, no matter whether did everything right or were blinded by hubris and botched it something epic. While I had been aware of this previously, the degree to which I came to get it after the book finally allowed me to understand the full extent and enthusiasm with which Wall Street kicked everyone in the balls through a combination of greed and ineptitude. Interesting shit, but I'm going on a tangent here and I'm supposed to be talking about poker, plus I still don't feel confident in my ability to relate what happened at length and be accurate here. To put it simply, just picture that Mad Magazine guy with the doofus look on his face saying "What me worry?" then apply it across the board to the majority of people leading our economy and BAM, comprehension obtained.
On the Thursday of April 19th Chewy, Heika, and I caught a flight to Fort Lauderdale together. Chewy and I decided to go early and found out there was a $3200 event in Pompano Beach about 20 minutes North of where the WPT event would be. I showed up Friday morning and realized I'd pulled $2200 out of my safe instead of the full $3200 and had to hit Chew-brah up while he was playing for a grand. I blame the jet lag, because blaming my own incompetence prevents me from future employment on Wall Street. Necessary borrowed funds safely in hand, I proceeded to the cashier and got bought in then was pointed to my seat. The table was a mix of a few Florida randoms that were clearly recreational players and some online guys that were playing very sharp, notorious cheat and all around cock-sucker Josh "JJprodigy" Fields included. I've had the displeasure of playing with him several times after my original long and sympathetic chat with him in 2009, and I've never spoken a non-mandatory ("check", "you win", whatever) word to him since. While it is not my style to berate or insult someone at the table (and waste potential material?) I'm all in favor of making the scumbags of our industry feel as unwelcome and ostracized as possible in person. The cheat plays good poker though, and right next to him was Ryan "HITTHEPANDA" Franklin, who also played really aggressive and smart all day, though I didn't know who he was until we introduced ourselves after we finished.
Day 1 at Pompano was an interesting bit of poker. I found very few quality hands and hit even fewer flops, however I had by far the best seat on the table. On my immediate left were four players that the aggressive mostly online guys on my right were treating like targets. I was right in the middle and got to pick some really good spots to get out of line preflop or attack late position aggression throughout the day without having to risk a ton of chips doing it. We began the day with 33,000 and my stack fluctuated between 15,000 and 37,000, but mostly stuck somewhere in the mid 20's. During the last few hours Chewy and local professional slash strip club owner Mike Beasley got moved to the table. I had never met Beasley before, but I had been told about his high-end club all day from friends and floor staff. When he sat down he looked at me and said "I hear you want to come to my club." Given that strippers quasi-terrify me and that I'm never a fan of directly parting with money for the attention of women, I couldn't reply in earnest that it was something I'd been yearning for. "I hear that apparently I should" I replied, then began asking him about his clothes-diminishing establishment at length. Beasley comes off like the cool older guy who never quite lost the spark of youth in his eye, and elaborated in great detail on the pride he took in the quality of his club "Scarlett's" and it's comfortable atmosphere. I told him I might swing by with Heika some time and he assured me it was a place where couples were welcome and encouraged. The table collectively spent the remains of the evening in jovial discussion of strippers and whatever else amused us, outside my occasional disapproving silent stare towards JJ in the middle of a hand together. I finished with a stack of 34,500 that I was very happy to have and which was incidentally 100 chips more than Chewy had, allowing me endless opportunities to clown on him over the rest of our night together catching up with some of the online boys at the downtown Miami apartment of Tony Nikaj.
Although there was a reseating for day 2 at Pompano that combined players from two days of play, within 30 minutes of play my table again contained Mike Beasley and Luckychewy, but also had the addition of Truck Dan. I had breakfast on the table over conversation with the boys while I turned my stack into 80,000 with seemingly little effort. First I squeeze shoved 33 against a late position raise and call for about 30 BB. The raiser folded and the flat caller tanked for a long time, tried asking me about the strength of my hand, deliberated some more, then despondently called and turned over AKhh with a genuinely uncertain look on his face. It was a good tournament like that. I won the flip and shot up to nearly 70,000, then almost immediately after found a spot to 4 bet AA against a dude who was pretty loose. He called preflop and folded to my small bet on the raggy board. It looked like I was about to have a fun and social day of poker, but then I decided to be an idiot.
There are moments in poker where you do something blatantly stupid and awful, something that needs no reconsideration or reflection to know how bad it was. You fucked up and did something dumb, inexplicably, plain and simple. Late last year it became my job to point out and occasionally mock some of those moments in televised poker, and I don't regret anything I've said (thus far). And although it is my job to draw attention to those moments by other players, I am by no means immune to having them myself. In fact, for those who are only recent readers of the blog as a result of said exposure, you may not be aware that I have a long and established history of making large fuck ups in tournaments. I think a lot of people are afraid to admit they play bad sometimes, while others are simply delusional or unaware. I guess I never saw a big deal in calling out other peoples bad play on TV because I never saw it a big deal to call out or admit my own, and at least most of the people who have screwed up in the hands I criticized this year generally did it for some fairly small portion of their chips, instead of dusting off a stack like my stupid ass too often does. For my current and any future backer the question is not "Can he play well?" but "Can he play well long enough before doing something retarded on a large scale?"
With about 80,000 effective and Beasley covering, he opened in MP2 to 3100 at 600-1200 and I called on the button with ATo. The blinds folded and we went to the flop of AQ4 rainbow heads up. He thought for a bit and bet about 6,000, which I called. The turn brought a 3 putting a flush draw up on the board. He thought for a while then checked. In many spots, I think checking the turn was fine, but we had some history from both that day and prior and what I thought was a more aggressive dynamic (what I call the "imagined necessary aggressive dynamic", a common leak in online poker players playing live). I told myself I'd bet the turn and fold if he raised, then fired out 13,300. Beasley thought for quite some time, which apparently planted the idea in my head that he didn't have it or was semi-bluffing a flush draw or combo draw. He made it 18,800 more and I called pretty quick, recklessly throwing previously arranged plans to the wind, consequences be damned! The river was an off suit 3, and Beasley fired out what I believe was 23,500. Obviously I called the river and dropped my hand in the muck when he tabled queens full. So, if I get license to point out the fuck ups of others in great detail in mocking tone on a grand scale, it seems only fair to do it to myself. Together, let's count the ways I fucked up and should have known to fold:
1. The sizing of his flop bet: If you're observant at all these days, then you know that the majority of people are sizing their continuation bets on A high uncoordinated-ish boards pretty small, because it's all that's needed to get a fold out of much of many people's flatting range. The most probable reason someone might increase the size of their bet on such a dry board with deep stacks when they could bet the same size as a bluff and have the same fold equity? Cause they fucking have it.
2. The fake turn tank: People have been doing the fake tank before raising forever. It's in Mike Caro's book on tells from forever ago and near anyone who has played more than a few hours of live poker in their life has seen someone try to pull this. In most cases, the fake tank is of moderate length, as Beasley's was. Too short and it's not a tank, too long and it's socially inconsiderate plus people start wondering "Would he ever really tank for five minutes then raise anything that wasn't the nuts?" (Player dependent as always, but you know.)
3. The stack-a-donk line: An absolute classic, still applicable and used both against and by donks world wide. The stack-a-donk line is betting the flop, check-raising the turn, and betting the river for value with a big hand, so named because it generally requires a stationy type to keep calling on the other end ("Mezzanine CDO! Buy! Buy! Buy!"). If your opponent is on the loose side and not too nity to check behind on the turn often, the stack-a-donk line remains a great option when your opponent isn't very good at that whole folding business or is apt to decide "He might be making a move" just so they can be a hero. Said necessary donk in this hand? Yo.
4. The river value bet sizing: A one third pot bet that begs to be called as opposed to a shove, which is what pretty much anyone who's ever bluffing in this spot would size it considering there was about 60,000 in the pot and approximately 50,000 left in remaining stacks.
So yea, I botched it real hard. Happens man, and anyone that's played enough poker has done it, though many are fans of altering the history or details to cast a more favorable light on their play. In the future, I'd love to take the same approach to evaluating my own bad play in a segment, but first I'd actually have to final table or something, and if I keep playing hands like that it's not happening.
Time spent in Florida not imploding stacks has been most pleasant. The weekend we spent off from play was wasted away at the beach with friends laying around in the sun, aiming to be sober for as few hours of the day as possible. It is my first time in this part of the country in well over a decade and my first time in South Florida ever. Those that live here will talk your ear off about how much they love it and how you should consider moving here. While the heavy tourism industry here still creates a synthetic vibe in some areas, there still seems like plenty to love about spending time down here and I'd consider coming back for a while in fall if the online poker situation isn't resolved.
The World Poker Tour mostly arrived in town on Monday the 25th. Predictions for the main event size were all over the map, especially after Black Friday throwing everyone into a near financial panic. I'd heard of people betting on an over/under of 269, I'd heard people betting on an over/under of 400. When the event finally went off on Wednesday the 27th and closed registration the next day, all bets paid over when we closed with 433, an encouraging result for both poker in South Florida and poker in the US post April 15th.
The story of my main event was bland and eerily similar to three of the four other mains I've played this year. It began with a tough table draw (which is common in some tournaments on the WPT, less so on others) that contained many people I was on a first name basis with. I spent nearly the entire day card dead on a hilarious level, a word I choose because by the end of the day when I'd pick a few light three bet spots on the aggressive players on my right like "Thay3er" and "CDBR" then get 4-bet by either one of them or someone behind I'd just sink my head in mock despair then smile, fold, and everyone would laugh at me failing again. The largest pot I played was against Josh Arieh and Brendan Steven, where I had to call a 6700 chip turn bet with a pair and the nut flush with appropriate pot plus implied odds then check fold the brick river to a large bet. I did a ton of folding pre-flop after looking down at total rags, and the only time I got AA I made a pretty clear turn fold. After bleeding chips slowly and pointlessly all day, I finally played an interesting hand with five minutes left against Thayer:
My stack: ~8,500
Thayer: ~50,000
Blinds 150-300 with a 25 ante, I hold 33 UTG eight handed. As previously mentioned, I had been exceptionally card dead all day, been firing multiple barrels in zero pots, and had a very nity image.
Preflop: I raise to 700, it folds to Thayer in the SB, Thayer calls, BB folds.
Flop: As 9s 5h
Thayer checks, I bet 800, Thayer calls.
Turn: 6s
At this point, I decided that outside AA, there should in theory be about zero hands in Thayer's range that can call me down if I bet both streets here. I already think given stacks and positions that he has a very narrow flatting range preflop, and that if he had AK or 99 he'd have probably aimed to get it in pre, but perhaps not with 99. I also knew if he had a large flush such as KQss he would likely take a more aggressive line on the flop, be it bet-3-bet shove or check-shove, depending on which he thought would get more chips from my bluffing range. Additionally, it's a spot where I can actually have a number of value hands on this board, including ace-king, sets, and flushes. Thayer checked, and I bet 2000. Thayer thought a little bit and called, so I was pretty confident his most probable hand was AQ and he would know I know his most probable hand is AQ.
River: Jd
Thayer checked, I shoved for what was about 4800, and he thought for a little bit then folded. I very rarely show cards in a tournament and even less frequently when bluffing, but since I've known Thayer forever and there was only a few minutes left in the day I thought it would be fun to go for it, so I immediately tabled the three's after he mucked. We all had a good laugh about it, even Thayer considering it was a pretty small portion of his chips and he was still chilling at the end of the night. On an interesting side note, at the start of the day Truck Dan came over to our table and explained that if Thayer did anything nasty to me I had the option of calling in a slap that Truck was allowed to land on Thayer as the result of a lost prop bet. Had I been really on the ball with things (and felt like being a total prick) I could've showed the bluff then called over Dan to viciously slap Thayer in an attempt to reverse the course of the old saying and add injury to insult. Woulda shoulda could a I suppose, though when later fraternizing with Thayer after hours and asking how he would've felt about my potential prank I got the impression that it would not have gone over well, though he replied to my query with little more than his usual laconic shrug and deep inhalation.
I returned to play the next day with a table that I had much higher hopes for. Unfortunately, I only played three hands before my day ended and lost all three. The first two involved my open raising then never putting another chip in the pot, the last was shoving A8s for 20 BB over the late position raise of Noah Schwartz and being quickly called and busted by his aces. I believe I'm 0 for 5 in WPT main events thus far this year, and while I've made it to day 2 four times I'm not sure I've made the second break in any of those. It's been some pretty bad-ass performances thus far.
My responsibilities since getting knocked out have been minimal. Vince and I are doing some work later in the week, and played tennis together at the club of his friend and ex-professional Rick Fogle. They exchanged an endless string of jokes and insults about each others age, then pulled out the fun and embarrassing stories of their youth spent traveling around as professionals. They also pointed out some of the things I was doing wrong with my swing, which they would know far better than I. If I have the kind of time on my hands I think I am post WSOP, then I'll finally start taking lessons regularly again and start playing as much as possible.
We have only another month until the WSOP, and in-between is the WPT Championship at the Bellagio. I'll be playing a ton of the preliminaries which should be up, and have decided to try and sell off at even money to play the main since Mad Dog and I don't do tough ass $25,000 events in the deal and I'd rather just take a shot then stick more make up on. I think the field should be even tougher than usual this year and I find my being a good investment at even money very questionable, but sometimes you just want to swing for the fences so we'll see what happens.
There are no off days, Days 37-40
Tuesday April 12th-Saturday April 16th: Of course, this entry cannot be about a mundane daily routine of exercise, diet, and grinding. That's all fine, and nothing out of the ordinary or relevant enough has happened that this entry should be about anything but what's going on with poker.
As everyone knows at this point, yesterday the DOJ indicted the three major online players in the US market, PokerStars, FullTilt, and UltimateBet. Nobody is certain of how secure their funds are and whether anything they cash out will arrive or just get stuck in limbo for months on end or possibly, indefinitely. Nobody is certain of anything at this stage, except that shit will never be the same.
I'm one of the foolish and unfortunate many who had the vast majority of their net worth spread between the three major sites. I guess it is not so foolish for some of us; you need quite a bit of money online to responsibliy sustain the swings of high stakes MTT's and if you don't have a ton of expenses in real life you tend to just leave it there. I haven't accumulated much savings over my years (which is not to say I hadn't before but then blew most of it in a flurry of reckless spending while assuming everything would be golden forever) so I'm going to have to become a lot more careful about money management. I've got a couple legitimate sources of income via the WPT and PokerSavvyPlus and I don't have cause to think that's going anywhere for now, and I'm lucky that I can always drive 15 minutes to the strip and grind mid stakes cash games for a reasonable expectation if I get the urge to return to play. Assuming we're all a large favorite to eventually get our money back I'm looking at this all as more of a major inconvenience than a cataclysm.
Meanwhile, for people in other positions this truly is the worst case scenario. I feel awful for guys who had no money saved up and may have prearranged expenses they're liable for. I'm concerned for people in the poker media whose jobs were near entirely funded by the major sites. It's anyone's guess as to how long before people in the US will have the opportunity to make a living online again, so the guys that don't have anyway to make money outside the game are in a nightmare spot. I'll be fascinated to see what the media presence is like at this years WSOP. Things are going to be weird for a while...
A couple weeks ago I purchased the book "The Black Swan" by Nassim Taleb. I'm only through perhaps 15-20% of it, but it discusses human natures failure to anticipate events and patterns. It's particular focus is on so called "Black Swan" events; events that have momentous importance and consequence yet are near impossible to predict-such as stock market crashes or 9/11-but are not necessarily disaster scenarios. It also illustrates how in some ways Black Swan events create enormous opportunity for those capable of putting themselves in a position to receive as many fortuitous Black Swans as possible.
April 15th 2011 will be the single greatest Black Swan event in online poker history. It's short term negative consequences are obvious and terrifying. It's potential long term positive effects are intriguing though. Obviously, this clears the market and paves the way for a US owned and operated start up, which appears to be the direction we're headed. There was legislative progress in a number of places recently plus the curious partnership between Steve Wynn and PokerStars along with the other sites and their respective US casino counterparts. I've always had faith that in America, greed will overcome faux-morality and plow through all the not-intended-to-be-factual-statements/not-actually-voted-upon-tacked-on-laws the Jon Kyl's of the world can spew forth/tack on. There's too much money at stake for Americans to not find a way to get their hands on it, even if only to temporarily admire it before handing it over to the Chinese. So I think we'll all get to play online poker again, and that it will be easier than before to do that. I just don't know when.
As for now, I'm just going to chill. I'm going to keep dieting and working out as planned. I might play some cash games on a site like Bodog or spend time down at the casinos. I have a trip to Miami coming up in a little over a week then tons of WPT Championship events to play here in May, so I won't be out of action very long.
Good to luck to everyone with this.
There are no off days, Days 34-36
Saturday April 9-Monday April 11: I took Saturday off from poker. The hacker issues are problematic enough that they've made it difficult to feel safe being productive and I'm going to have my desktop wiped to prevent any keylogger possibility.
I began the day in the gym doing some half an hour on a bike then came home for breakfast. I cleaned myself up then dragged Truck up into the office to make our joint video. We reviewed some difficult hands I had from PokerStars over the course of the month and found that about 8-10 hands kept us talking for nearly 45 minutes. We have plenty more to use in the future, and that format of video seemed like it would produce great content. Immediately after I had a tennis match with Erik Fast of Cardplayer. We agreed to play a five set match but after the third and nearly three hours play I was losing 1-2 and was out of fuel. We agreed to pick it up another time and I went home to get some food.
I got my Full Tilt account reopened that night and woke up the following morning with enough time to run off to the gym for a while before starting the grind. I played a medium sized Sunday on my laptop without Stars again and had an all around awful session. I believe I cashed one tournament. On the plus side, Chewy got second in the Sunday Warm-Up for $108,000, so that was cool.
This morning I began with some tennis practice then my normal Monday hour session with Shon at noon. I took the afternoon off to run errands both on and offline and am anticipating getting back to some grinding tomorrow. I've made sure to order the RSA tokens so I can permanently prevent any security issues.
There are no off days, Days 30-33
Tuesday April 5th-Friday April 8th: I began Tuesday at the gym with Shon. It was a leg day, which at this point I have decided is definitely the least pleasant. Still, as the weeks go on I find my recovery from the lower half work-outs has increased substantially, and I no longer hobble around the house unable to balance myself when in motion.
I spent the afternoon turning my $100 rebuy 6-max multi entry win into a near exactly two hour Pokersavvy video. A multi entry hand history arrives with all entries interconnected, but luckily I was down to one table in the tournament by the 200-400 level and started the video from there. Two clear leaks I've identified from recent review are that I'm calling bets on the turn with no real way to call a river bet that's likely coming far too often, and I'm making some bad call downs in spots where I don't spend enough time thinking about my opponents probable range, particularly on the river (both live and online as recent live tournaments have proven).
In the evening I saw Source Code. It was sweet.
Wednesday began at 7am. I immediately ordered a taxi, then showered and dressed myself in a suit and packed the one I'd left out on the ground for myself. Lying next to it was the guerrilla warfare protein powder/mixer pack I'd need for the day, the only other item I brought. Whenever I have a very early morning I make sure everything is arranged the previous night so no thought needs to go into what I'm doing come morning. For me, waking up very early is vastly more intellectually incapacitating than say, being very high. For some reason my brain just can't function without a minimum level of sleep and my normal easy going disposition can quickly go sour. Luckily, I have 5 mg melatonin to knock me out these days, and one put me to bed early enough that a 7am start had meant nearly eight hours of sleep.
I took a taxi to the airport then had a quick flight to LA. I was picked up at the airport by a guy from the WPT named Benn and driven to the office. I began looking over the edits with the producers and a half hour later or so we began recording. We did what was essentially five Raw Deal segments over the course of the day, finishing up around 5pm or so.
I have such fun writing and performing those segments. I've been using my writing to satire and clown on the poker world for years and the WPT giving me an avenue to do it on such a huge scale is quite a rush. Most of all I just like having the creative outlet. I've always been very happy with my career choice of poker and feel very lucky for it, but I missed having the opportunity to build or contribute something. Poker is brilliant and fascinating, but so very zero-sum. Outside of the money/equity I've generated, I can't point to any result from my time at the table and say "Check out what I've done." But the Raw Deal challenges me to find a way to present high content poker information in a manner that aims to simultaneously be thought provoking and entertaining. It's a much more complex and interesting problem then attempting to figure out whether I have 45 percent equity against a shoving range or 42. It's precarious though. Be too technical and you're a bore. Be too comical and you lack credibility. And so we attempt to walk the tight rope in the middle...
I took a 7:45pm flight back to Vegas. I arrived home about 9pm, and decided I would give myself the evening off from the gym after such a long day and make it up by waking up early Sunday for a session before I start grinding. While I was in LA I'd discovered via text with Luckychewy plus contact with Full Tilt that my accounts had been hacked again. I've had their activity locked up until I can make things impenetrable and am very thankful to Full Tilt and PokerStars support for their quick action on the matter.
I took Thursday off for Heika as I always do, but began in the morning with an hour at the gym with Shon to make up for Wednesday. We did what would be our usual Wednesday split of bicep/tricep/pec for an hour.
In the afternoon I took Heika shopping then we saw the movie Limitless. It's about a guy who's drugged up all the time and becomes a workaholic with endless energy and ambition. I found the protagonist impossible to relate to.
In the evening we attended a BBQ and home game at the beautiful home of Randy Dorfman. Turns out he lives right in the area and holds a regular home game tournament, so we took the opportunity to be social and see some of the other regulars from the scene. I finally got the chance to meet Will Reynolds, who is the other recent online player addition to the commentating side of things in our industry. He was picked up for the entire season of the EPT, and from what I'm told has done an awesome job thus far. It's not surprising, the whole world has good things to say about him.
I slept very well last night and woke up this morning ready to attack the Spartacus circuit with Shon. I got there a little early to warm up, then we went straight into things. I felt noticeably better at it than the previous week and went through the third circuit with no additional rest. It was still difficult as hell, but I can tell the increase in muscle endurance that it's built up. The whole thing took about 41 minutes I'm told. After that we burned out my core and I was sent home feeling better than I'd ever previously had after a Friday with Shon.
This afternoon was spent going through all the tough hand spots I accumulated through the month of March, figuring out which were actually difficult and which were just my being an idiot, then placed them in separate files respective to which site they were generated on. Tomorrow I'm going to go through them on Camtasia with Truck and we'll turn it into a video. Should be very helpful to get so much input on the spots where I'm making the most mistakes.
There are no off days: Days 26-29
Friday April 1st-Monday April 4th: Friday truly started at the gym with Shon. As it is with every Friday we did the Spartacus circuit training but on this one, our third or fourth session doing them, Shon said we'd take an attempt at going through the third circuit. We made it through by upping the rest between sets from 15 seconds to the 30-35 range, but I was finished by the end. I was pretty surprised I got through it.
When I got into the office I decided that if I could drag myself through that much misery in the third circuit then I could grind myself through the misery of registering fucking everything in the multi-entries while they were going on. I sat about 16 tabling all day and at the end of it won the $100 rebuy 6 max on Full Tilt for a hair under $30,000. I ran deep in a few other spots including one of those big ass $150's but punted my stack with what was likely a foolish light 4-bet shove at the end. Hours:
Session start: 1:43pm
Registration end: 6:00pm
Session end: 9:54pm
I woke up Saturday at something like 7:30am for no particular reason. It was kind of bright and I was pretty hungry. I tried to eat and smoke myself back to sleep but it didn't work so I went to the gym instead and did about an hour of cardio plus stomach work. I did an early afternoon session as I'd hoped I would on a Saturday and got plenty worth of buy ins in. Nothing particularly interesting happened and I don't think I made any final tables that day. Hours:
Session start: 10:10am
Registration end: 1:30pm
Session end: 6:09pm
We out for dinner on the strip that night with some friends. There's a Chinese-Mexican place in the Cosmo across from Marquee that doesn't look that special but is out of this world. From what I can tell, the Cosmo has essentially become the new hang out place of Vegas locals on the Strip, and much of the food in there is excellent. I broke the diet a bit and had a few of the dumplings and I regret nothing. Jesus they were good.
Still, I make for shit dinner company these days, as I always do during these periods. Both my body and brain are in a state of near constant exhaustion, so when I have time off I sit there sort of dumb and make little conversation, instantly inhaling my food once placed in front of me. Add to that an inability to eat most of the good things on a menu plus the refusal of all alcohol and you don't precisely turn into the dream dinner companion. If Heika wasn't here I think there is a very realistic possibility I would never voluntarily leave my area for a social call within Vegas until the end of all this. Even worse is that our dinner companion, Steven McLoughlin, is a notorious foodie who can describe to you in perfect detail the exact reason why everything in front of you and him is so delicious plus the system by which the chef prepared it. He's known in many of the restaurants we go into and last week at the Venetian we were comped drinks and four exquisite desserts from B&B's because of his friendship with the staff and chef. The dessert's looked like something out of Willy Wonka's wet dream and everyone sat around eating them making sounds likely from said fictional wet dream while I sat coldly sipping my water and thinking of May 20th. I took a bite out of the chocolate dish after Steven educated me on it's history. It seems there is an ex-NASA scientist who upon the completion of his career announced that he would spend his retirement by making the world's most delicious chocolate. Some say he has accomplished precisely that, and now travels the world trading his chocolate to chefs for meals in their extravagant restaurants. Are you gonna turn down the fucking space chocolate?
Sunday was Sunday of course. I didn't exercise at all as usual. I got up nice and early and multi registered everything under the sun. I didn't get my Stars account playing privileges back until Sunday evening so that site was out for the day. I maxed out at 17 tables on the day and drew on my old mass multi tabling skills to focus and take notes throughout. I'm sure 17 is nothing compared to what some guys did on a day like that, but it's tons for me these days. Much of the day hovered in the area of 15-16, and when I ran deep in spots I'd try to centralize the tables so they could get more attention. Although I accumulated stacks in some spots and felt like I played mostly well throughout the day, nothing ever really got going. The fields were gigantic so navigating through them was pretty tough, and I think my deepest finish was 20-something out of 1400 in a six max tournament. There were some cashes, but all around it was a pretty big failure of a day. Hours:
Session start: 10:14am
Registration end: 6:00pm
Session end: 8:34pm
I took today off to do poker related work. I did my normal Monday back stuff with Shon without issue or irregularity. I did a hand history review with Jon "Apestyles" Van Fleet and we found our play to be pretty similar thus far. He's an awesome guy to talk strategy with, and one of the real online legends of the MTT world. I'm taking tomorrow off to work on PokerSavvy videos, then spending Wednesday in LA doing Raw Deal work. I won't be back online until Friday.
There are no off days: Days 24-25
Wednesday March 30th-Thursday March 31st: Strangely, for once in my life I keep falling asleep and waking up earlier and earlier instead of the opposite, which is the norm for poker players. I woke up a little past 9am on Wednesday and with time free before a session with Shon, I took the racket to the courts to warm my body up. I showed up to the gym half an hour early so I could get some additional work in. When noon rolled around I was already sweating and by the end Shon had me hunched over and depleted.
I wasn't sure if my Stars account had been compromised, so I informed them of everything happening and they've shut down contact with my old email. They asked me to verify my identity so I've sent what I hope will be necessary to confirm myself. Until they finish their investigation I won't be able to play on Stars, which I don't mind because I'm happy for them to be as thorough as they like when dealing with matters of security. Besides, with all the multi-entry business going on at Full Tilt it was easy to keep a full screen of tournaments throughout the day.
I have mixed feelings on the whole multi-entry business. The conclusion I've come to is I think they're great for rare events or for a few events on any given Sunday, but that as a regular addition to the schedule they're a potential disaster. Although the fields naturally swell up with so many people entering, they also become almost entirely full of regs. Near everyone seems to nit it up because there's nobody to abuse and few are going to make much in the way of a mistake preflop sub 30 big blinds. I'm pretty sure that at every higher stakes tournament I played all day the open preflop was for the minimum about 98% of hands once we reached something like 50-100 blinds, often earlier than that. I think plenty of the more recreational and fishy players know who the regs are and will avoid tournaments when they open the lobby and see every one of them repeatedly there. The multi-entry thing is great for two groups of people: owners and investors at Full Tilt, and exceptionally talented regs with very comfortable. I am neither exceptionally talented nor particularly well bankrolled (I'm certainly not poor, but I love to spend) so it wouldn't be long before I started to shy away from some of the higher stakes multi-entry stuff myself. I think instituting regular multi entry tournaments could potentially cause a cannibalization of Full Tilt's MTT player field, and both fish and realistic regs would start dropping out of the tournaments pretty quick. Not surprisingly, I mostly blanked out the session, and failed to make any final tables. Hours:
Session start: 1:35pm
Registration end: 6:00pm
Session end: 9:38pm
I'm still struggling with the idea of how to get better. Although this project has gone fairly well and I've had some results, despite accumulating some wins in this period I'm not up a ton when you factor in all the buy ins. I think that after this week is over, I should consider taking a couple days off to devote myself to study and review. I've done small amounts of study here and there during this period and have been saving all my trouble hands, perhaps 20% of which I've actually gone over at this point. I need to get some Pokersavvy videos created, which have become near impossible to do when playing live because there's usually numerous people in the room plus I'm often exhausted by the end of my session and wouldn't provide great content. I also need to review more hand histories from other players so I can see what they're doing differently than I am.
I woke up today and began things by driving Truck to the airport. Nearly the entire house has vacated off North until next week, save for Gabe who sleeps well into the afternoon and is so chill and quiet I'm often unaware of his presence if he's not in the office next to me. I took Heika to hit around on the tennis courts today but we didn't go long. Physically, Thursdays are always the worst because it's immediately following the three days of most intensive lifting I do. Especially problematic is the leg lifting, which leaves me limping around the house awkwardly and dreading the walk up the stairs to the office.
I took Thursday off as I always do, but still needed to do work on Raw Deal material as well as a few other small matters. Things have been good with the diet, but as I've said I'm pretty sure I'm still having a few more calories each day than I should. I've stayed clean, but every now and then I steal a bite or sip of something just so I can remember what things with taste are like.
There are no off days: Days 22-23
Monday March 28-Tuesday March 29: I woke up on Monday and went to the gym to do the normal back routine with Shon. We mixed in a bit more shoulder work and by the end everything was pretty shot.
I took the day off to run errands, do math about my backing with Sirwatts and Timex (when he used to be involved, such is the degree of our laziness), and get my computer looked at. I kept things clean with the diet and grilled in the evening. I feel like I'm still eating too many calories to get really lean, but as I've said before I'm so damn hungry all the time. Still, everything I'm eating has been within the boundaries so that's good.
Today I woke up and practiced my serve for a while then went to the gym to meet with Shon. We did a leg routine that has me limping since. Leg days are definitely the least pleasant. It's been a clean day for the diet.
I played a long session today starting right after my session. I even got my session with Shon moved up so I could register even longer with all the double guarantees and multi entries going on. I ran deep in a couple of the multi entry tournaments but failed to create any relevant results. Hours:
Session start: 12:34pm
Registration end: 6:00pm
Session end: 9:50pm
There are no off days: Days 19-21
Friday March 25th-Sunday March 27th: I woke up on Friday and began things with the most grueling of hour long sessions I've had with Shon thus far. We did two cycles of the Spartacus then another 20 minutes of real intense work on core. I feel like the third cycle is within reach, perhaps a couple weeks away.
I did an afternoon session on Friday as soon as I finished at the gym. I made it to the final table of the Tilt $129 35k with the chiplead and held it almost straight through to first for a bit over $10,000. I had some other deep runs in the day but feel like I punted them a bit. I was keen to get out of the house and went out with everyone to XS as the Wynn but spent another night as "that sober guy" when out. Hours:
Session start: 1:23pm
Registration end: 6:00pm
Session end: 9:41pm
Saturday morning I woke up and ran some errands then went straight to work. I wanted to finish on the earlier side so I could take Heika out for once instead of grinding so late into the night. I'm shifting things towards a lot more earlier afternoon starts during the week so I can do that regularly. I final tabled the Stars $50 rebuys but pretty much didn't win a hand at the final table and got something like 7th or 6th for enough to roughly break even on the day. Hours:
Session start: 11:39am
Registration end: 3:00pm
Session end: 6:52pm
Today I woke up and found that Full Tilt wouldn't allow me to log in. When I realized my gmail also had the password changed I immediately contact Full Tilt support from every avenue available to me to inform them that my account was compromised. Luckily, Chewy has pretty direct access to them so we were able to text a higher up and inform of them of the situation directly. Still, all support was great through the ordeal and becauase the guy who hacked the account did so from a location I'd never played at then tried to withdraw the money immediately they figured something was up and blocked the transfer. It's a reminder to both myself and everyone out there to be much more careful about this kind of thing, it's retarded that I put myself in a situation where this could happen and I'm fortunate they were caught in the act.
I was actually back on Full Tilt by the early afternoon but did so on a different computer in case anything was still on there that could gain the information I'd changed on the account. I ran deep in a few spots, final tabled the UB $100 rebuy again but finished something lame, and ran two accounts in the last few hundred of the Tilt $1.5 million but busted the last one around 160th. Oh well. Overall I think there were enough cashes on the day to make it near break even. I'll be taking tomorrow off from poker to get everything cleaned up on the computer and finish a few other details that need my attention.
Things have generally been good with the diet. I need to stop eating the brown rice in my dinner meal but god damn it I'm so hungry at that point it's hard not to. Now and then I have a couple bites of something I shouldn't, but overall I haven't had any major slips. Today marks the three week point and I'm pretty happy with the progress both physically and within the poker on the project thus far.
There are no off days: Days 15-18
Monday March 21st-Thursday March 24th: I woke up a little past 6am on Monday morning and found myself unable to return to sleep. I changed into my shorts, picked up my tennis racket, grabbed my Ipod, and trotted out in the cold to the tennis courts down the street. When I found them full of water I yelled "Fuck!" loud enough to be inappropriate for both the neighborhood and the hour, but then remembered that a can of tennis balls costs a mere three dollars, and I wanted to practice my serve much more than I wanted three dollars. The balls were soaked and ruined by the end so crushed them into the Nevada desert as far as my forearm would carry.
At 9:20am I left my house for the bank we use when we need money for a tournament. I had been assigned to get cash for myself, Truck, and some for Chewy so we needed $13,000, enough to create potential problems if perhaps that morning is an unfortunate one. When I arrived there was some confusion as to whether they had that quantity on the premises, and after some back and forth informed me that they simply didn't have enough money. This isn't the first time this has happened at our branch, but the other five minutes down the road has always been reliable. When a call was placed to that location we found out that their "systems are down" and I'd have to find my way to a branch that was essentially in Henderson.
By the time I made it to my supposed 10am session with Shon it was nearly half an hour past. He was real cool about it and I told him I wasn't sleeping well and felt low energy, so we took things down just slightly on the quantity of sets. I was entirely depleted by the end and hobbled off back home where I placed the money the boys had needed on the counter for them. I was in a foul mood so I smoked quite a bit and then set myself off to get cleaned up so I wouldn't reek of it.
After I took a shower and finished getting dressed I discovered Chewy and Truck had left, leaving Randal and I to get ourselves to the Wynn with Truck's car. I told him I was not in driving condition that day and asked him to ferry us to the strip while I navigated. The drive was uneventful until we came upon the turn-off from the Spring Mountain exit off the 15 highway. It's a rather sharp right turn, and I advised Randal slow down as he approached it.
"SHIT DUDE! THE BREAKS AREN'T WORKING!"
"What?" I asked him calmly yet suspiciously.
"I'm fucking serious the brea...hold up their responding."
We took the turn uncomfortably quick and merged into the wide lanes approaching Las Vegas boulevard. As we went downhill Randal again began yelling about the breaks failing and he couldn't stop the car as we raced downhill towards traffic. He steered it all the way into the right lane where there were no cars and kept slamming the break as hard as he could and our momentum managed to barely stop by the end of the hill, before we slipped into the stop light traffic. I told him to get off the street immediately, so we left the car in the back of some random Treasure Island parking garage and raced off towards the tournament. Randal had a better sense of how close we were to getting fucked up than I was, and seemed very panicked as we moved towards the Wynn. I was slightly less alarmed, if only because when someone says "The breaks aren't working" you think to yourself "What? Of course they are, that's what breaks are for, just press it harder or something" because you can't feel your foot getting the lack of response.
The two of us arrived perhaps 15 or 20 minutes late into play. We anticipated the event would draw about 200 guys for the $5,000 championship and it was an overall pretty tough field full of a lot of skillful Vegas local professionals and a few from out of state. Because it's at the Wynn there's definitely some random fish mixed in plus guys who are shot taking, but most tables were a mixed bag. That was the condition of my first table, which had a few pros I was on a first name basis with including the always friendly Joe Cheong on my immediate right, plus a few randoms who seemed a lot more weak than the others.
The event started us with 25,000 chips at 25/50 so I completely threw out the idea of trying to write all the more elaborate hands I played on the day because unless I busted very quickly, there were going to be a ton. And a ton there were. Despite being sleep deprived, distracted, and exhausted it appears sucking down a stream of black coffee and losing yourself in your work is enough to make things happen. Don't get me wrong, I ran real fucking good all day, but I also felt so comfortable just sitting and watching poker for hours, trying as hard as I could to pay attention to dynamic and detail. It's impossible to do it constantly, but I feel like I get better at it every time I try.
During the early levels I was in the fortunate position of having a couple of our more weak/loose players a few seats on my right followed by Joe Cheong on my immediate right. As a result, Joe would bully them, and then I'd get a chance to pounce on him with a third or fourth bet in position. Additionally, I began the day by opening 8Thh in early position and getting a call from the loose player in the blind. The flop came 9JQcch and I got quite a lot of chips out of him before he folded to my river bomb. Not long after that I called a raise from Jimmy Tran and another player with 87hh in position and when the flop came AT9ccx Jimmy bet small and weak looking. The other player folded and I called intending to bluff clubs. The turn was a the Kc and when Jimmy checked I fired. Jimmy thought for a bit and called. The river was another brick club and when he checked I bombed pretty hard for a third time. He tanked for quite a while and released his hand.
Things continued going steadily for hours. Every time I got out of line it seemed to work, almost every time I wanted to get called down it happened, and I was making hands in crucial spots. At 150/300 a pretty aggressive young player in late position raised to 700, one of the softer spots called on the button, and I overcalled in the BB with T7hh. The flop came Q86 rainbow and we checked to the button. I was pretty confident the aggressive guy didn't have many strong hands in his checking range at all given the texture and his image, and I thought the guy on the button would bet a flop he was checked to pretty wide so when he fired out 1100 I made it 3000 with the intention of continuing on cards that either completed my hand or gave me additional outs. The LP player folded and the button called. The turn was a 4 adding four more outs with it so I fired out 4500. The button called in such a quick, steady, and confident way that I was convinced I should abandon barreling unless I got there because he was reading very strong. The river came the absolute perfect offsuit 9 and I thought it over and bombed out 15,000, much of his remaining stack (and I'm wishing I wouldn't shoved given my read). Not surprisingly he called very quickly and everyone's eyes went a bit wide when I had to show down my hand. He was disgusted and mucked his hand while I collected the huge pot.
As we pressed on into the evening I just kept winning hand after hand. I floated a guy I'd met earlier who bet the flop on A73 rainbow with a club into two weaker players and my BB over-call holding JTcc. I knew not only would he fire there at a pretty high frequency because he was the preflop raiser, both overcallers were weak, and I could have anything in the BB, but I also thought that if I turned a club I could check-raise him and put him in a disgusting spot against what he'll perceive my flop check/calling range to be. Instead the turn was a brick and he checked behind after I checked. I fired out what I felt a value bet would look like on the river and he shrugged then folded.
Over the last hour I found myself in an almost continual amount of pots. One of the tighter players on the table attempted to bluff me in a spot where I felt that he was likely polarized and there were a number of missed draws out sol my third pair wound up being good against jack high. The very next hand Jimmy Tran raised in mid position and I called with 7s7c on the button. As a result of hitting hands, having position, and being in an aggressive mood I had been making Jimmy's life pretty hard all day and I had a feeling he was likely a bit tired of me and ready to do something more out of line. The flop came 246ssh and I called his continuation bet. The turn was a 5s and he checked. I bet on the small side and he checkraised me barely over the minimum of my bet. I called pretty quickly and when the river came an offsuit 2 he checked. I checked back and he turned over AQ looking pretty hopeless about it. When the evening came to a close I had 132,000 in chips and was in second place. I'd managed not to botch the diet during the course of the day outside a protein bar I got in the nearby store when I was feeling famished and couldn't find anything better.
I got my workout and lunch in before the tournament the following day at a much more comfortable and rested pace. Shon didn't have any sessions available at an earlier time so I did legs by myself at a lower quantity than normal. Chewy and I went to Whole Foods for lunch and arrived at the Wynn a couple hands late. Seated on my immediate right was long time online MTT grinder and friend BodogAri. I was less familiar with my table than in the previous day, but we were soon joined by Max Steinberg and Maria Ho and found ourselves with a pretty social table.
Day two was interesting. Max and Ari teased me about my being so active and causing so much trouble on their left for the first half of the day, but I didn't have a ton of hands that went to showdown because I was more often forced into a spot where something missed and I had to bet without it. Still, it wasn't that frequent and without many hands I was only able to sort of tread water from my start point. I got up to around 150,000 but then lost a flip for about 35,000 effective with AK against a late position raiser's TT. By the half way point in the day I was still floating around that barely above six-figure mark but I was entirely card dead and found myself now watching Ari and Max accumulate against the more recreational players on our left. Maria Ho busted with a just a few hours left in play and brought in to take her seat was the one and only Phil Hellmuth. Phil Spent the first hour quietly while I entered a number of hands against the weaker players on my left and got pounced by checkraises that were often followed by a flash of the goods. By the time we were playing 1000-2000 I had dipped all the way down to around the 50,000 mark. Phil had become a lot more chatty and was talking trash after seeing Max Steinberg win a pot with a Q5s he raised in late position. Phil had been fairly active and changes up his open raise size pretty often, but because he hadn't been around very long I didn't have much idea as to what they meant. With about 30 minutes left in the day Phil opened to 7000 in middle position with about 100,000 in his stack and I jammed my stack of 56,000 on the button with AQo. It folded back to Phil and after thinking for a while and mumbling about how I could have 88 or 99 he called and flipped up TT.
It has only recently been brought to my attention that Phil Hellmuth is aware of my existence. The day prior to the main event at Bay 101 the WPT held a charity tournament for the CEO and business crowd of Silicon Valley and Phil was the MC. At one point he ventured over to my table and sort of introduced me to the crowd, referencing my being brought on to do the Raw Deal with the WPT. In person I find Phil very amusing, and when he was exchanging rants and barbs with both Max and Ari I sat there laughing at their back and forth without really adding anything.
When the flop brought my necessary ace with no ten in accompaniment Phil was furious. The board ran out dry and he stood up then started cursing about these "Fucking idiots and their ace queen!" plus he added all the old classic Phil lines about "Do you know how bad that is?" and so forth. I sat there laughing harder and harder with each line, soaking in the serendipitous moment that is being berated by the man you were set up to roast in the very job interview that created the exposure necessary for his to be aware of your existence, so he could know the name of the man he was insulting.
After Phil settled into his chair and reduced his volume I said to him sweetly "Phil, I'm so sorry I've upset you. Let's speak of something more agreeable. How bout that Aaron Rodgers huh?"
He stared at me wordlessly.
"You know you love him."
Again he was blank.
"Yoooooou love him. I know I do."
For once, Phil was silent. No real man from Wisconsin can voice discontent in the name of Aaron Rodgers.
Right near the end of the day I played a pretty out of line hand against Max Steinberg and dropped back around the 80,000 mark. Before things finished I took the blinds down a couple times and finished with 91,000 in chips, enough to keep me very much in the hunt the next day. There were no diet issues throughout the day.
The next morning I let myself sleep in and didn't try to work out. I promised myself if I made it through the day I'd take care of it at the end. Truck drove me over to the Wynn and I found myself a minute or so late and walking in on a giant pot at my table. Apparantly, four players had gotten chips in the middle holding AA, AQ, AQ, and a KK belonging to Steve O'Dwyer who was now crippled.
Again I found myself card dead but this time I was running out of room. The blinds were soon at 1500-3000 and after losing a couple of small pots where I gave up my open raise and one where I double barreled in a spot where I don't like my turn bet, I was sitting with around 60,000 in chips. An older and more recreational player limped UTG seven handed and based on the way he was playing I didn't think he was limping his monsters there, as he he'd been pretty content to raise all day but he was on the weaker side post, so I thought he might change things up and limp something medium strength. I jammed around 18 BB in late position with A8o and when it folded back to him he called with JJ and I felt proper stupid. Lucky for me the board ran out with a four flush to my ace of hearts and I was back in the land of six figures.
Not long after an aggressive Asian player I wasn't familiar with opened UTG at our seven handed table to 6500. It folded to Max Steinberg in the SB and he called. I held AQs in the BB with about 110k and they both comfortably covered. The Asian player had called down my failed double barrel earlier and had 3-bet me several times, so I thought there was likely enough dynamic to 3-bet call here, especially since it would look like a squeeze and if the Asian guy folds Max Steinberg just might back-jam something crazy because he has a little crazy in him. I made it 22,000 and after a little thought UTG four bet me to a standard amount and I got it in with him. He turned over JJ which held up on a dry board so I shook hands with everyone and left. The time was only 2:20pm so I made the decision to race home and get everything done I could.
I was in the gym by 3:00pm and did a workout that involved stomach work plus a bicep/tricep/pec circuit like I normally do with Shon. I was very thorough and had one of my longer workouts in a while. When I arrived back at the house I found our water had been cut off while the plumber was working on something so I changed and had to start my session still feeling nasty from the gym. Wednesday is the second best day online and I figure it's not to be missed just because I busted a live tournament. I bubbled a $12,000 WSOP package but final tabled the Stars $50 rebuy turbo for 4th and enough to cover the expenses on the day. Hours:
Session start: 4:25pm
Registration end: 8:30pm
Session end: 11:34pm
I spent today with Heika. She never sees me.
There are no off days: Day 14
Sunday March 20th: I took a sleeping pill last night to make sure I'd be up in time to play a full schedule of majors. Instead I woke up even earlier, at 8:15am, and killed some time in the house before I began my session.
It was a huge day of tournaments and I registered all the way through the Stars nightly $150. I made one final table in the UB $100 rebuy and got 6th then took 10th in the Stars $200 in my last tournament of the night. I'm pretty sure despite the cashes I'd be a little bit down on the day but it couldn't be much after those pair of scores plus some other cashes. Hours:
Session start: 9:24am
Registration end: 6:00pm
Session end: 10:44pm
I took the day off from exercise as I always do on Sunday. I had some stuff going on away from poker that was rather bothering me so I was pretty distracted all day but also felt good about how I played despite that going on. Tomorrow I have the Wynn Classic $5,000 main event to look forward to and an early morning session with Shon to get right back on schedule.