I made the final table of the Borgata December Mini-Series yesterday.  This two day event $500+60 was a “one re-entry” tournament. This structure allowed for a person busting out in the first four levels to one more chance.  A re-entry structure differs from a re-buy event in that when busting, you leave your table and return to the cashier to buy in again.  This means you will get a new seating assignment, a new stack of chips, and pay the house another entry fee for a do- over.  In this case the re-entry fee was a fair $60.

One of the difficulties with traveling alone, especially for me as a married lady is the loneliness.  And this loneliness is never strong than when I run deep into a tournament. I keep my guy friends at arm’s length for several reasons: non-involved over lookers may interpret my actions incorrectly, the guy friends themselves may draw wrong conclusions, and to protect myself from unwanted advances.  Earlier in my poker travels, I tried to be one of the “guys”, but it only caused heartache and misunderstanding.  It is just to hard to separate the male-female thing when you are just hanging out in hotels and casinos—add any alcohol and the drama steps up! When a guy friend would ask me to dinner, I often missed the clues, and did not understand they were actually asking me out.  I made a lot of mistakes and hurt some feelings, so now I pretty much stay back as a loner by eating alone, no side trips, and no trips to the various bars!

This works pretty well until I find myself making a deep run and busting with an icky hand only to find myself really alone.  There really isn’t anyone there for me at that point except the only One who really matters: God.  But do I turn to Him in my hour of need?  No, I go seek solace in a beer (or three) only to feel even worse when I get back to my room.  I spend the next hours crying my eyes out, feeling so sorry for myself.  What a dumb ass I can be!  If only I had reached out to Him in my time of need, I would now feel rested and refreshed instead of bloated with a headache.  But God is good, He promises me that “weeping may stay for the night, but joy comes in the morning” (Psalm 30:5).  And I did wake up with joy in my heart this morning.  I am so very blessed and that 5th place finished didn’t hurt one bit!

Title: “Luck Be a Lady” Daytona Beach- No Limit Hold ‘em Tournament
Location: Daytona Beach Kennel Club and Poker Room
Link out: Click here
Description: Once again the Daytona Beach Kennel Club and Poker Room will host a Ladies No Limit Hold ‘em tournament as a part of the Second Annual Daytona Beach International Poker Tournament.  Come join me as we have a wonderful time together playing our game, our way!

Saturday, November 13, 2010• Cards fly at 2:00pm
Daytona Beach Poker Room – Daytona Beach, FL
960 South Williamson Blvd
Daytona Beach, FL

$150 buy-in, 5k in chips, 20 minute blinds. LIPS is one of the sponsors for this event

November 1 – 5 are given over to $80 buy-in super satellites, with event play beginning November 6 and continuing through November 14. Event buy-ins range from $115 to $550 for the championship event, which will begin with two starting days, November 11 and 12, and conclude on Sunday, November 14.

For further information, contact the poker room at 960 S Williamson Blvd, Daytona Beach, Florida 32114 (386) 252-6484
Start Time: 14:00
Date: 2010-11-13

After getting knocked out of the WSOP $1,000 tournament, I sat down to play cash for about an hour.  There were no $2/5 seats available when I first arrived so I passed time at the $ 1/3 game.  When my name was up on the wait list, I was moved to an active $2/5 game with deep stacks.  I bought in for the table maximum of $500.   Two hands before the one I am going to tell you about, I mentioned to the table that I was waiting on a ride from my roommate and would be leaving after I received a text saying he was on the way.

An early position player opens for $15 which is reraised to $45 by MP+1 (middle position) to $45.  The cut off flats as do I from the button with the Ac Kc.  The original raiser folds.  The flop is 9 high with two spades.  On the flop, both of the other villains check, so I bet $85.  The MP+1 folds and the CO (cut-off) calls after asking how much I am playing.  The turn is a 10 of hearts.  CO checks again.  I bet $150 and the CO calls.  The river is a beautiful club.  Again the CO checks, so I go all in for $190.  The CO thinks for a bit and says, “I know you got aces, but I call”.  When I turn up the nut flush, this guy throws his cards nearly hitting the dealer,  “You don’t know how lucky you got, Miss!”  He grabs his remaining money and starts to walk away without playing the last bet.  The dealer calls for him to come back.  He steams as the dealer collects another $190 from this guy. I tip the dealer generously and smile.

On the flop I am actually ahead here.  My turn bet, gives me odds to stay in the hand.  So glad I got “lucky”.  As I am stacking my chips, my roommate texts me that he is on the way, I tell everyone that I am going to take one more hand. I fold a junk hand and cash out a nice $450 profit.