But she’s off key. and not only that but she’s… she’s… well, she’s FAT too!

I waited for the right situation, a preflop raise of 800 from the loosest guy/biggest stack at the table . I look down at AK and push my little 3600 chip stack all-in. This guy will raise with any two cards so I’m actually thinking he might fold but I’m confident either way. I’m even confident when he insta-calls figuring he’d do that with a number of hands I have dominated such as AT, AJ, AQ, KQ or even KJ. You know what ? I’m even confident when he turns over JJ (first legitimate raise he’s made in an hour) because it’s a coinflip at that point and I could easily double up in this situation. Wouldn’t take much, it’s practically a 50-50 chance.

Not tonight.

The Gambling Gods we’re not my friends tonight. They were not going to dance with me tonight. The Gambling Gods looked down and said “Not tonight RC, even though you’ve got a brand new suit on and a freshly shaved shiny bald head. You may LOOK like a million bucks tonight, but you will not be winning that amount. Go to bed ” said the Gambling Gods ” Get thee to bed.” The Jacks held up.

So that’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to sleep like a baby tonight and tomorrow when I wake up I will be a new man. Unfortunately whoever I am, I’ll probably still be out of the tournament. What can you do? I’ll tell you what. What do you do when you fall off a bicycle? You get right back on a horse, that’s what. There’s tournaments all week. Much smaller but I’ll win my way in and then we’ll see what’s what.

Meantime I’m going to enjoy Monte Carlo. I’m going to find that rock that I proposed to Ruth on and carve our initials in it like I should have done 13 years ago. How often do you get to right a wrong 13 years later and an ocean away?

Once again, thanks for listening. Thanks for the encouragement. And thanks for being you.