Havn’t been in a writing mood lately, loads of ideas ready to write about but can’t get the motivation to get them down in text but I had been looking forward to the Virgin Festival for a long time so got something to write about.
The day kicked off with 200 runners crammed in the Aspers outside cardroom and when I mean crammed like it’s actually impossible to get out for a piss because you would lose at least a lap trying to get in and out. Good job i’m skinny like as I can just sit right up close to the table and queeze through gaps but even for me it was a struggle. I definitely felt sorry for the fat bastards.
Anyhow, was dealt a nice table overall very soft with no one making any moves so felt I wasn’t going to get into trouble. Had my mate dreamdobb to my right aswell which was good as he’s good crack and stopped me getting bored however he’s the most confusing player to play against and I never know what hands he’s playing.
I didn’t pick up any big hands so never got the chance to win big pots (not that I ever win them anyway) and survived very well making constant steals in late position on some weaker players and I was mostly above average stack throughout. Late in the day a new player moved next to me who was quite short and had raised the first hand which would leave him committed and picked up the blinds. Couple of hands later he does the same again but with slightly bigger stack and I pick up AQ mid position. I’d been card dead for so long I fell in love with AQ here and just shoved over the top with about 15bbs trying to isolate which worked but he turned over QQ. I had in my mind that he’d have a very strong hand because of his stack but I knew I had him covered and could gamble here. The QQ held and I was basically fucked a bit annoyed at my move as I was still comfy and could have waited for a better spot but that’s the way it goes.
After that hand I was fucked but managed to get right back into it when I got A10 v Q9 and AK v A10 so was right back in the game with 25bbs. After that I was just back to stealing but there was a big stack came to the table and on my left so that because a little more difficult. Eventually the table got broke and I was quickly becoming short again still not picking up any hands and I did not get the chance to shove on the new table. Was told that day 1 would end at 45 players and I was down to around 8bbs so was definitely looking for a spot to try and come back to day 2 with a better stack.
Managed to scrape through to day 2 on 13000 at 1200/2400/150 with 3 hands left to shove. Total shite first hand then 59c but passed but probs cudda shoved there was there was a walk. Decided I was shoving atc utg as it was Dreamdobb’s bb and he was short too but ended up with 64o and run into QQ.
Overall, I was pleased with my game for nursing my stack through day 1 with shite cards but still think I need to work on my aggression/fear in the late stages however I never run good and tournaments are total luck you can play perfect poker and get robbed.