I'll keep this short because I'm still frosted.
Caps lose Game 7 in the most frustrating way possible.
I donk up and down in the Mookie, probably don't get full value for my big hands, get up over 6K again in hour one anyway, but have yet another disaster hour two where I spew with wonderful live hands like QTs and 65o into players I know won't, can't and will never fold given spots and situations to bounce 48 of 87.
I am not exhibiting any kind of patience whatsoever in the middle portion of these tourneys and am busting myself, which is the frustrating part. No one is pwning me that hard, despite what I say.
Like the Caps, who insisted on the futile strategy of banging away from the point and trying for pretty goals instead of mucking around in front of the net, I am insisting on shoving in really stupid spots and trying to force something to happen, instead of tarping and letting people spew into me like I'm supposed to.
Although, if I ever catch any kind of hands, I will be doing quite well.
Update from Somewhere South of Chicago
14 hours ago