“But how does he call me there, it’s a 10k event?!”

March 1st, 2011 by Charlie Wiggins

“But how does he call me there, it’s a 10k event?!”

The LAPC was a fun tournament.

Well, as ‘fun’ a tournament can be where you play for 3 days without making any money. So in that case, I guess ‘frustrating’ fits better than ‘fun’. Still, that’s tournament poker folks. Dust yourself off and on to the next one.

It was great to see some old friends and bump into people that I haven’t caught up with in a while. I even got to be interviewed by the lovely Kimberly Lansing. It was one of those tournaments where frustratingly, nothing really seemed to get going for me. It’s hard to stay objective while you’re playing but it certainly felt as though once the first 30 minutes was over on Day 1, I didn’t hit a single flop.

It’s important to remember in times like that though, that NOBODY wants to hear you complain about playing poker. Seriously. Unless you’ve worked out some kind of reciprocal agreement with a fellow player where you listen to each other’s bad beat stories in order to keep them from infecting the rest of the population, you need to realise that hearing these stories is more painful for the listener than the one who actually experienced them.

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I had the dubious pleasure of staying in a hotel room right beside a group of guys who were obviously all there playing the LAPC. From the moment the tournament ended each day and they returned to their room, all I heard was a steady stream of bad beat stories being told in loud and aggressive tones. Many of them culminated in the phrase ‘but how does he call me there, it’s a 10k event?!’ Painful.

I’m guessing the only way that they were able to hear such a huge volume of bad beat stories at such high decibels without their brains melting out of their ears, was by judicious application of some ‘herbal remedies’ which I could smell wafting out from under their door. I’m sure it was medicinal, after all we ARE in California. I wonder how long it’ll be before ‘chronic bad beats‘ actually makes it onto the list of things you can get a marijuana card for here?

Thankfully, I had earplugs which let me block it all out and fall asleep. I swear though, that when I woke up and took them out it was as though they hadn’t even taken a breath. The SAME stories were still being told with the force of a jet engine. It was all I could do to just flee my room before I became infected as well and ended up stumbling around the Commerce Casino, imploring people to tell me just how, HOW could they call me there? How? In a 10k event??

Photo by Caroline Darcourt.

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