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Warning: Poker Content

On Friday night, I was in San Francisco with a couple of McCombs MBAs. We were in town working on a project for school, and had just spent the day at Stanford. After dinner, two of us (myself and Aki) decided to head over to a nearby poker casino. We probably got there around 9pm. 9 hours later, we cashed-out and caught the 6:30am flight home for Austin.

This is a really long way of explaining how exhausted I was when I got to the Weekend at Mookie’s that evening. But how could I miss it? Mookie had reached out to me last August welcoming me to Austin and inviting me to his home games. How did I repay this hospitality? By not showing-up to a single game. Yeah, we all get busy from time to time, but that was lame even by my standards.

So, after getting lost and taking a couple of wrong turns, I found my way to Leander, TX and the Big O Poker Room. I was happy to see someone I knew (April), put some faces to names (MiamiDon, CK) and meet some cool new people (Astin). The tourney was fun, although I definitely got stuck at the “wives” table. Things livened-up when my table got broken and I got moved to Table 1 and I was sitting to the left of Mookie and Cedric. Cedric, how should I put this, is a mountain of a man. Kind of like playing poker with Tre Johnson. He had no patience for rabbiting once the blinds got to a certain point. I have no patience for rabbiting period, so I immediately liked the guy.

Of course, things were simply not meant to be. I lost a heart-breaking hand to Mookie when he spiked a T with AT against my AK. I limped along as a short-stack for a while, pushing all-in on a few consecutive occasions to scoop the blinds. In the end I lost a race (KQ vs. small pair) to bow out. Still, I had a great time and Mookie was the consummate host. I’ll be back.