Live Blogging the Mookie...It's Just That Exciting!

I'm running in the Mook for the first time in ages and having a go at the $28K simultaneously. That's multitabling action, which as you all know is a balla move to the max.

My first victim in the Mook is Lucko, who falls prey to my Aces full, when I raise pre-flop with ATo, bet out and call a raise on an AQQ flop, bet the turn and get a call, then shove and get a call when another A hits the river. No idea what he had and I can't post a screenshot because I am unable to load the latest version of Flash to be able to use the ultra high tech hand history thingamabob on FTP.

Pretty much treading water in the Mook, which still is good enough for 2nd closing in on the first break. The $28K is over, however, after I ran a stop 'n go with the nut flush draw head first into a flopped set of Qs. No more hearts for me, and that's that, as they say.

Closing in on the first break, I make a huge error and get TT in against a short-stacked LJ's K3s. K on the flop and a 3 on the river for good measure. Two-to-one favorites are so lame. I did rebound with a few nice hands, including a flopped set of nines on the last hand, which puts me in fourth (which is all the places that pay in tonight's huge field of 31) out of 22 remaining. Beats a sand wedgie, I guess.

The depressing state of my poker for the evening forces me to listen to some uplifting music to avoid going on mega tilt. The sounds du jour are Emperor's seminal Black Metal work, In the Nightside Eclipse. Melodic Norwegian Black Metal at its best; and with competition from disturbing peers like Burzum and Mayhem, that's saying something. Among the awesomeness on this disc is a cover of Bathory's classic, A Fine Day to Die; one of the greatest songs ever written. Another advantage of this approach is that I don't have to listen to the inane commentary on the WSOP reruns on ESPN.

This just in: ChippyMcStacks is NOT happy that I called his AQ pf raise with my QTs and hit a ten on the flop, then called his open shove. Wait..I don't care! That put me into second place. Wait again...WiredAces77 apparently imploded out of first, which means...FIRST at the FT.

A three-minute run to the lobby bar to get a Sierra Nevada Pale Ale and I'm ready to rock.

And then out in 8th when my aggression caught up with me and Lightning called light and behind, but out flopped me on two hands. GG

And thanks to ScottMc for the mystery bonus. Maybe there was a bounty on NumbBono of which I was unawares or perhaps I broke more than a personal record on the three-minute lobby bar run.

Finishing up the night with Internet porn and Death's The Sound of Perseverance.