WSOP
2003 Day 3
Trust Me, It's Not Worth Reading
Boring
will not be even close to describing today's
trip report but I'd hate to miss a day
then have millions of people around the
world agonizing if they'd somehow lost
it. I got up, I had a nice breakfast buffet,
I fixed a technical problem we'd been
having with the clock PCs, I lost a Roshambo
match (rock paper scissors to you unsophisticates)
with Perry Friedman (I claimed it was
so he could 'save face' with Annie Duke
who was rooting for him), I watched my
friend Diego win a pot in today's 7 Stud,
then I played a $225 no limit satellite.
I lost, first when the small blind limped
and I raised a whole bunch too much with
A9 in the big blind, only to get called
because she had limped with QQ, then a
few hands later I thought, oh yeah, I'll
show you, so I limped with QQ UTG, three
callers then she raised all-in in the
big blind. Obvious steal, so I called
and she showed me KK. ighn. Then I went
upstairs, did some stuff on a contract
I'm working on, played for an hour on
UltimateBet which thankfully paid for
the satellite, then....
SLEPT.
I woke up at 11 p.m. when a friend called,
then unbelievably another friend called
while I was on the first call, and I just
got off the phone at 2 a.m. hence this
late night trip report.
So
I never even got to see today's final
table, or root on Diego, but that sleep
felt good. Omaha 8 tomorrow, not playing
that.
The end.
Paul Westley
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