Last year's episode of "H-bombing at the Venetian" was big on fun, shots and the seven-deuce game, but ultimately rather short on the actual winning the H-bomb way.
After the disappointment of the exit from the $1,500 at the WSOP (admittedly, disappointment of the still-making-my-first-ever-WSOP-cash-which-will-be-on-the-record-forever-and-taking-home-$3k kind of disappointment) I still hadn't had any sleep for about 60 hours but didn't think I could sleep. A conundrum.
Louise said that a few gutshotters were going downtown for drinks and dice which seemed a good option, but something drew me to the conclusion that the best wind-down from an intense poker tournament would be .... a poker tournament. The $120 nightly at the Venetian to be exact. (That "something" begins with "s" and ends with "ickness" I suppose).
After 16hours of folding AQ to a single raise and that kind of thing, I felt that I would be able to unleash my style without fear in this comp. 7,500 chips but a 20minute clock with antes from level 4 -- a true deep & steep. Or deep and vertical really. Ideal, tbh.
Well .... blog to follow as soon as I can muster the energy.
I must say I was blown away by the Venetian itself and remember I already thought the Venetian was the best poker room in Vegas. As to the comp itself, a few people in the game asked me what "H bomb" meant.
It's always hard to put into exact words, of course, but this was a demonstration of H-bombing. I'm going to have to dig deep in the thesaurus to try to articulate just the enormity of the H-firestorm that went down at certain phases of this comp.
If I had played (and ran ... I think running like nuclear fusion is a key element of H-bombing) like that in the WSOP then they probably would have red-flagged the event, awarded me the bracelet and played on for second :)
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