I got back into town in time to play today's tournament, which was in shoot-out format and drew 780 entrants. The shoot-out meant that you had to win your starting table to advance to the next round. I noticed that everyone at my table had signed up around the same time, meaning that the table draws were not in fact random as set out in the rules. I called the floor's attention to this but, since the only known player at my table was Kirill Gerasimov two to my right, I didn't request that any action be taken.
As for the tournament, I lost most of my chips with pocket Nines versus pocket Jacks, then made a garbage call on the big blind getting great odds with King-Deuce. The under-the-gun raised surprised me by turning over King-Nine suited and I was the second one out at my table.
Dinner was at Ah Sin with noted author Matt "Jacks Up" Matros and his girlfriend Ivy. We had a variety of tempting Asian treats washed down by the 2001 Mondavi Cabernet.
The World Series needs a better theme song than "That was a Crazy Game of Poker" by OAR. Here's one suggestion:
To the tune of Elton John's "Don't Let the Sun Go Down on Me"
I can't steal no more blinds and antes
All my pictures seem to lose to rags and bones
I'm growing tired and time won't stand still for me
Frozen here at a table of unknowns
It's much too late to save my chips from calling
I took a chance and bet with pocket Kings
But you misread my meaning when I raised you
Moved all in and gave me two to one pot odds
Don't let the donks draw out on me
Although I'm favored here, you've got a Seven and a Three
I'd just allow a fragment of the flop to wander free
But losing runner-runner is like the donks drawing out on me.