There's not much to say about this session, and definitely nothing good. I should have known right when I woke up and told myself, "Just sleep in and take the day off."

Normally I really look forward to Sunday tournaments, even when I've been running bad at them or in general. However, this Sunday had complications before I even woke up. 

A couple days earlier there had been a brutal rainstorm with very heavy winds. A transformer near my second apartment in Brigantine, NJ (next to Atlantic City) apparently burst into flames and left us without power for several days.

I was unable to get in touch with my very good friend Mike Hofeld that morning before I started playing, and didn't feel like driving around 45 minutes to an hour to get to my other friends' houses to play.

Sitting in my driveway in my car on my wireless card and draining my car battery through a power inverter crossed my mind, but I eventually decided to book a cheap hotel room outside AC just for the session since I'd played a session on their wireless before without a problem. That's key, because wireless internet quality can be ridiculously bad even in some expensive hotels. 

After dropping Paul Wasicka off at Caesars for day 3 of the WSOP Circuit event I got halfway to the hotel room before realizing that my RSA tokens (security feature, basically a keychain that's required for me to log into my accounts) were still in my bookbag!!!

I made the next possible U-turn and sped back to my Brigantine apartment. As soon as I got there -- I mean literally in the driveway before walking in the door -- I realized that I ALREADY HAD MY BOOKBAG IN THE TRUNK, BECAUSE IT HAS MY LAPTOP IN IT. 

It was by far one of the biggest "Wow I'm such a friggin pothead" moments of my life.

I scrambled back over to the hotel room, and the guy takes his sweet time and wants to tell jokes while checking me in. Eventually I get into the room ... only a little more than a half hour after I was planning on starting my session.

Not even ten minutes into my session the wireless starts to go on the fritz. I time out for a few hands, get back for a hand or two, time out again. 

GAH! Now I'm starting to get a bit rattled, and haven't even begun playing for the day. This is not good!

Just then I get a text from Paul, who I had 5% of as he returned with an average stack and 15 players left in the Caesars AC main event. First was over 250k, which meant a good finish from him could make it a good day regardless of my results online...

...out in 12th place. EGKERWIOGDFVSKFWOEVFOGWRBKLWGJASFJEDIGWIRGLWGLWKG

gg bro...

Things started to look up for a bit when Hofeld finally awoke from his beauty sleep to invite me over. I boxed up my monitor to extend my laptop display onto (especially important with Sunday volume) and had Paul drive while I played on my wireless card.

Then we get to Hofeld's and I realize that I left the monitor at the hotel room. That's right, I'm a total jackass! Weeeeeeeeeeeee

I ran up a pretty good stack and went fairly deep in the Sunday Million, but eventually ran Jacks into Aces for ~250k stack at 4/8k and busted.

In conclusion, I should have just listened to myself and slept in. =)

Total tournaments played: 21

Total amount of buy-ins: $5,766

Total cashes: 2

- 527/9687 in the Sunday Million, $581.22

- 76/1,321 in the Sunday Mulligan, $435.93)

Total amount of cashes/bounties: $1,017.15

Length of session: 10:27

Net win/loss for the day: -$4,748.85

Net win/loss online on Sundays since the start of the Sunday Report (February 7, 2010): +$18,793.29