I’m out of the 2008 WSOP Main Event and had to pay John Caldwell five bucks for a last longest.  I don’t know what’s worse missing out on millions or paying off Caldwell in front of an ESPN camera. 

I played patiently until my last hand (famous last words) which I admit I played rather poorly.  It’s not the most impressive thing to say, but hey, let’s just call a spade a spade.  Especially when the Ace of Spades is pivotal in your exit and I’m not referring to Motorhead (see their video after the jump). It was one of those days in poker and I’m not referring to bad cards … I’m referring to situations …

marginal hands missing the flop yet having too many players in the hand to bluff.  Don’t get me wrong… a first level filled with tiny cards that are frankly… unsuitable, makes for difficulty in overcoming the not-so-bright female stereotype. Poor table image, poor cards and targets replaced by clueless players.  And when your three pocket pair and two AQ’s miss the flop… well, as the late John Bonetti would say… whatayagonnado?

I set up a passive table image when I flopped the nut straight.  First to act, I checked knowingly my opponent would bet then raised on the river.  I overheard a guy say "I can’t believe she didn’t bet her hand."  I chose to bite my tongue and not tell him… "I didn’t bet my hand against HIM because I knew HE would bet it for me."  Then made the mental note that he wasn’t paying attention. 

My weak image enabled a few heads-up bluffs with nothing… as usual I heard… "yeah, we know you have the ace honey."  I smiled.  I could only make this move against three players… and one of the three who had predictable position play had an early exit.  However, my passive image turned south when a new player arrived (that was not John Caldwell). I was just about to switch gears when this guy took over the table.  And well… you know.

In hindsight, I should have played today.  Yesterday morning I was scrambling around last minute, missed my Starbucks white tea, had two Krispy Kreme donuts for breakfast rather than my usual eggs with cheese which was a guarantee crash, forgot to take my multi-vitamins, didn’t have lunch and so on and so on and so on…   BUT! I had 8 hours under my belt and I couldn’t guarantee that would happen again so I played.

See Motorhead below…